Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-08

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son to Denver, done 1t more'nF onct o
twice too. i notice you got a BIZ
bunch of man-punchers in uniform
here. Amt it their business to surtl'
up strays?"
THE police" said the postmaster
amused: THAT is part OF their bust
ness. Wen pass the buck to them
anyhow"
After some delay and repeated cx
plantations of who he was. the pest
master got at the other end OF III,
wire his friend the commissioner
Their conversation was brief ssWhes
the postmaster hung up he ranE tN'
a istenographer and dictated lsssc'
of Introduction. This he AAnde& II
Johnnie with explicit iassr0ealOnS =
go to police headquarters. Cessset
street, and take this note to Caps
Luke Byrne. He'll soc that tAe &sat,
ter is investigated for S~&. Do yen
know the way TO police seaa&&sr4
ters?"
Il reckon 1 can tsaa IL. Is II sssss
The man from Arszoaa INVOKED SeNa
tortured feet had elaIaes& ssess tAs
pavements of the metropolis al shQrsh7
ing.
"I1l send you in a tax" rasa sose,
master was thinking that eAfS sAa& IN
the woods of civilization asSse %Qt|e
be able to find his way aeeas.
AS the driver Swept the ear ah and
streets johnnie chung TO ehe eesh oS
the door fearfutlN. Every moment m
expected a smash, Els heass Nas ist
his throat. The hurricane &ae3S OF 4
broncho had no csre3rS FOR Dim. DAG
this wild charge Through the hafav
ming trenches shook his ner"e.
II come mighty night askia you
would YOU Just US lief drive sl9War,''$
he said with Il grin to the chauiteua,
as he descended to the SasesS Of the
sidewalk. Il amt awful hardy an
I sure was plumb scared"
A sergeant took Iehnnie in tow and
delivered lin at length TO the office
waitins-roou of Captain Andersen,
head Of the hUreaG OF missing. per-
sons. The Runt. surveying the NUM-
bers in the waitins-reoDl and those
wise his opinion about the possible
difficulty OF the Job. tle Judged that
half the population OF New York
must be missing.
After a time the captains secretary
notified Johnny that it was his turn.
As o as he was admitted the
puncher began his little piece without
waiting for any prelfminaries.
Say. captain, I want you to find
my friend. Clay Lindsay. He"
Just a moment" Interrupted the
captain. who are you? Don't think
l got your name
Johnnie remembered the note Of
introduction and his name at the same
time. He gave both to the big man
who spent his busy days and often
part of the nights looking for the lost.
millions.
The captains eyes swept over the
note. sit down, MIR. Green, and let's
get at your trouble. This note says
hat you're looking for q man named
Clay Lindsay who came to New York
several months ago Have you or
has anybody else heard from him IN
that timer"
I'VE got a letter right after he got
here. He amt writ since"
perhaps he's dead. We'd better
look up the morgue records"
':Morgue!" The Runt grew excited
instantly. THAT place where you
keep folks that get drowned or
bumped of? Say. captain, I'm here
to tell o Clay was the Invest man
in Arizona. which is the same as
sayin' anywheres. Cowpunchers don't
take naturally to morgues. No, sir,
not he's helped fill this here morgue
if any crooks tried their rough stuff
or him. Don't get me wrong, Cap.
Clay is the sduarest herman ever God
made. All I'm sayin' is"
The captain interrupted. He asked
sharp, incisive questions and got
busy. Presently he reached for a
at the police desk in the upper cor
ridor, and sent an attendant with
johnnie to the police department.
The Irish sympathies of the SER
geant were aroused by the naive hon
esty of the little man. He sent for
another sergeant. a card records
brought, consulted a couple Of patrol
men. and then turned to Johnnie.
We've met your friend all right"
he said with a grin. Hes wan heluva
lad. Fits the description to a T.
There can't ge but n like him here"
And he went on to tell the story Of
the adventure of the janitor and the
hose.
The washed out eyes of the punch
err lit up. That's him. That's sure
him. Tell me where he's at?"
1--WE don't know. We can show
you the place where he tied the jani-
tor. but that's the best we car do"
The captain hesltated. IF you find
him, give him a straight tip from
me. Tell him to buy a ticket for
Arizona and take the train for home.
This town is no healthy place for him.
Your friend has made ar enemy-a
powerful one. He'll understand if
you tell him." d..
Who is this here enemy?"
Never mind. He hit up too fast
a pace.T
ME holly. He'll sure do to take
along. Clay will. There can't any guy
knock him to me, if he does wear a
uniform"
I'm not saying a thing against
him. replied the officer impatiently
I'm giving him a friendly tip to beat
it, If you see him. Now I'm going
Ito send you uptown with a plain
clothes man. @He'll show you where
your friend made his New York debut.
That's all we a do for you"
An hour later the little cowpuncher
was gazing .wistfully at the hitching
post. His face was twisted pathetic
ANY to a question mark. It was as
though he thought he could conjure
from the post the secret of Clay's dis
appearance. Where had he gone from
here? And where was he now?
In the course Of the next few days
the Runt came back to that post many
times as the starting point for weary,
within a circuit Of a mile. He could
not have explained why he did so.
Perhaps it was because this was the
only spot In the city that held for
him any tangible relationship to Clay.
Some n claimed to have seen him
vanish into one of these houses. Per-
haps he might come back again. 1t
was a very tenuous hopea but it wa
the only n Johnnie had He clump-
ed over the pavements till his feet
ached in protest.
His patience was-rewarded. On the