The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1922-06-16

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business to rustic up straysr'
~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 ex.
plantations Of who he was, the post.
master got at the other end Of the wire
his friend the commissioner. Their
conversation was brief. When the post
master hung up he rang for a stenOg-
rapher and dictated a letter Of intro
auction. This he handed to johnnie.
with explicit instructions.
Go to police headquarters, Center
street. and take this note TO Capt.
Luke Byrne. He'll see that the matter
Is investigated for you. DO you know
the way to police headquarters?"
II reckon l can find it.. Is it furY'
The man from Arizona looked down
at the h~igh-heeled boots In which his
tortured feet had dumped over the
pavements Of the metropolis all morn
ing.
I'll send YOU in a taxi" The post
master was thinking that this babe In
the woods Of civilization never would
be able to find his way alone.
AS the driver swept the car In and
out among the traffic Of the narrow
streets Johnnie chung to the top of
the door fearfully. Every moment he
expected a smash. His heart was in
his throat nNhn h,ro,,o II
bronco had no terrors for him, but this |
wild charge through the humming
trenches shook his nerve.
Il come mighty nigh askin' you
would you just as lief drive slower"
he said with a grin to the chauffeur as
ne descended to the safety of ne side I
walk. Il amt awful hardy, an l sure
was plumb scared"
A sergeant took Johnnie In tow and
delivered him at length to the office
Waltlng-rOOm Of Captain Anderson,
mead OF the bureau of missing persons.
The Runt, surveying the numbers in
waiting room and those passing In
out, was ready to revise his opin-
lon about the possible difficulty Of the
JOB. He judged that half the pOpula-
lion of New York must be missing.
After a time the captains secretary
Johnny that it was his turn.
As soon as he was admitted the punch
r began his little piece without wait
ng for any preliminaries.
Say, captain, l want you to find my
riend Clay Lindsay. He"
Just a moment" interrupted the
who are you? Don't think I
'ot your name"
Johnnie remembered the note OF in
and his name at the same
He gave both to the big man
spent his busy days and often
art OF the nights looking for the lost.
and stolen among New YOrk's
billions.
The captains eyes swept over the
ote. "Sit down, MIR. Green, and let's
ct at your trouble. This note saws
lat you're looking for a man named
lay Lindsay who came to New York
everal months ago. Have YOU or has
lybOdy else heard from him In that
I'VE got a letter right after he got
He amt writ since"
Perhaps he's dead. We'd better
ok up the morgue records"
"Morgue!" The Runt grew excited ,
THAT place where you
ep folks that get drowned or
mped off? Say, captain, I'm here
tell you Clay was the Invest man
Arizona, which is the same as sayin'
ywheres. ~Cowpunchers don't take
to morgues. No, sir, Clay
1t In no mOrgue. Like as not he's
ped fill this we're morgue if any
'Oks tried their rough stuff on him.
MT get me wrong, Cap. Clay is the
larest herman ever God made. All
sayin' is"
captain Interrupted. He asked
lrp, fncisive questions and got busy.
esently he reached for a phone. got
with a sergeant at the police
k in the upper corridor, and sent
attendant with Johnnie to the DO
department.