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

$50 TO PoItce Heaoquarters, center
Street, and Take This Note to Capt.
Luke 5yrne."
telephone. "But you must remember
New York is big place. It's not like
your Arizona ranch. The city has
nearly eignt million inhabitants. You'll
understand that when one man gets
lost 1t isn't always possible to find
him."
"Why not? We got some steers down
In my country--about as many as you
got men In this here town Of yourn.
Tha's what we ride the range for, SOS
not to lose 'em. We've traced Blind
Box steer clear from Tucson to Den
YER done 1t more'n onct or twice too.
/ notice you got big bunch of man.
punchers in uniform here. Amt 1t their
business to rustic up straysi"
"The police" said the postmaster,
amused. "That is part Of their busi-
ness. Well 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 letter Of intro
duction. 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 headquartersT
81 reckon l can find 1t. Is it furT'
The man from Arizona looked down
at the hlgh-heeled boots In which his
tortured feet had dumped over the
pavements of the metropolis all morn
ing.
'Tll send you in 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 smash. His heart was in
his throat. The hurricane deck of a
bronco had no terrors for him, but this
wild charge through the humming
trenches shook his nerve.
81 come mighty nigh askln' You
would you just as lief drive slower,
he said with grin to the chauffeur as
he descended to the safety Of Lne side
walk. II amt awful hardy, an ! sure
was plumb scared"
A sergeant took Johnnie in tow and
delivered him at length to the office
waiting-room Of Captain Anderson
head of the bureau of missing persons
The Runt, surveying the numbers in
the waiting-room and those passing Ii
and out, was ready to revise bis opin
ion about the possible difficulty Of the
Job. He judged that half the popula
ton of New York must be missing.
After time the captains secretary
notified Johnny that 1t was his turn
As soon as he was admitted the punch
err began his little piece without wait
ing for any preliminaries.
"Say, captain, want you to find m!
friend Clay Lindsay. He
Just moment" interrupted tn
captain. "Who are your Don't think
got your name"
Johnnie remembered the note of in
PRODUCTION and his name at the sam
time. He gave both to the big maj
who spent his busy days and oftel
part of the nights looking for the lost
strayed, and stolen among New York
millions.
The captains eyes swept over tn
note. "Sit down, Mr.. Green, and let
get at your trouble. This note say
that you're looking for u man name
Clay Lindsay who came to New Yor
several months ago. Have you or ha
anybody else heard from him in tina
timer
1--WE got letter right after he go
here. He ain't writ since"
perhaps he's dead We'd bette
look up the morgue records"
"Morgue !" The Runt grew excite
Instantly 'srhat place where 70
keep folks that get drowned Q
bumped orr Say, captain, I'm her
to tell you Clay was the liyest ma
in Arizona, which is the same as sayil
anywheres. Cowpunchers don't tax
naturally to morgues. No, sir, ella
amt In no morgie, Like as not he
helped I'LL this fyere morgue If az
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