The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1922-08-25

cfsHas tried their rough stuff ON him.
Don't get me wrong, Cap. Clay is the
squarest 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 phone, got
in touch with sergeant at the police
desk in the upper corridor, and sent
ON attendant with Johnnie to the POI
lice department.
The Irish sympathies Of the SER
geant were aroused by the naive hon
esty Of the little man. He sent for
another sergeant, had card records
brought, consulted couple Of patrol
men, and then turned to Johnnie.
We've met your friend all right"
he said with grin. Hes wan heluya
lad. Fits the description to T.
There can't be but one 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
! pT lit uD. IHuJ lIilis 1hut oult
him. Tell me where he's at?"
1--WE don't know. We can show you
the place where he tied the janitor,
but that's the best we can do" The
captain hcsitated. III you find him.
give him straight tip from me. Tell
him to buy ticket for Arizona and
| take the train for home. This town
is no healthy place for him. Your
friend has made an enemy-a powerful
one. He'll understand if you tell
him."
"Who is this here enemy"
Never mind. He hit up too fast
a pace"
"You can't tell me thing against
| Clay--not a thing" protested Johnnie
hotly. Hell sure do to take along,
Clay will. There can't any guy knock
him to me, If he does wear uniform"
"Pm not saying thing against
him." replied the officer impatlently.
am giving him a friendly tip to beat
1t, if you see him. Now Tn going to
send you uptown with a plain-clothes
man. He'll show you where your
frienu made his New York debut.
That's all we can do for you"
An hour later the little cowpuncher
was gazing wlstfully at the hitching-
post. His face was twisted pathet-
ically to a question mark. 1t was as
though he thought he could conJur
from the post the secret Of Clay's dis
appearance. Where had he gone frOr
here2 And where was he now?
In the course of the next two day
the Runt came back to that post man
times as the starting-point for wear,
hIgh-heeled tramps through street
within circuit Of mile. He coul
not have explained why he did so. Pei
haps 1t was because this was the onl
spot in the city that held for him an
tangible relationship to Clay. Som
one claimed to have seen him wants
into one of these houses. Perhaps h
might come back again. 1t was yer
tenuous hope, but 1t was the only on
Johnnie had. He dumped over IL
pdtCAufhtb ALL NO ASCt uSASu AA ~
test.
His patience was rewarded. On Il
second day, while he was gazing blanl
ly at the post groom brought tW
horses to the curb In front Of Il
house opposite. One Of the hors'
had a real cowboys saddle. Johnnie
eyes cleaned. This was like breat
of honest-to-God Arizona. The do
opened, and out of it came man ar
: slim young woman. Both of the
were dressed for riding, she In Il
latest toys of the town, he in we
cut sack suit and high tan boots.
Johnnie threw up his hat and ga
yell. "You blamed old horn-toa'
! Might "a knowed you was all RICH
Might "a knowed you wouldn't bl
off more'n you could chew! Oh, "
e Arizona
4 Clay gave one surprised look--al
a met him in the middle of the stree
The little cowpuncher did war dan
9 of joy while he chung to his frient
hand. Tears brimmed into his fad
y eyes.
"Hi VI vi! Doggone yore old hide,
$ it amt you big as coffee, Clay. Thin