St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1922-05-13
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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 headquarters
Il reckon / can find It, Is it furY'
The man from Arizona looked down
at the high-heeled boots in which his
tortured feet had dumped over the
pavements of the metropolis all morn
ing.
III send you In q 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
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wild charge through the humming
trenches shook his nerve.
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 me 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 In
and out, was ready to revise his opin-
Ion about the possible difficulty Of the
Job. He Judged that half the popula-
tion of New York must be missing.
After time the captains secretary
notified Johnny that it was his turn.
!. AS soon as he was admitted the punch
er began his little piece without wait
Ing for any preliminaries.
"Say, captain, want you to find my
J, friend Clay Lindsay. He"
Just moment interrupted the
captain. "Who are you? Don't think
got your name"
Johnnie remembered the note of In
Production 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
strayed, and stolen among New York's
millions.
The captains, eyes swept over the
note. "Sit down, Mr. Green, and let's
get at your trouble. This note says
that you're looking for man named
Clay Lindsay who came to New York
several months ago. Have you or has
anybody else heard from him In that
timer
'We got 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 off? Say, captain, I'm here
to tell you Clay was the livest man
In Arizona, which Is the same as sayin'
anywheres. Cowpunchers don't take
naturally to morgues. No, sir, Clay
amt In no mOrgue. Like as not he's
helped fill this we're morgue If any
crooks 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"
I. The captain interrupted. He asked
sharp, incislve questions and got busy.
Presently he reached for phone, got
in touch with sergeant at the police
desk In the upper corridor, and sent
an attendant with Johnnie to the po-
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 he1uva
lad. Fits the description to a 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
er lit up. "That's him. That's sure
him. Tell me where he's at ~
"We don't know. We can show you
the place where he tied the janitor,
but that's the best we Gun do" The
captain hesitated. IF 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.
",Vho is this here enemy?"
"Never mind. He hit up too fast
a pace"
"You can't tell me thing against
Clay--not thing" protested Johnnie
holly. Hell sure do to take along,
Clay will. There can't any guy knock
him to me. If he does wear a uniform"
"rm not saying thing against
him." replied the officer impatiently.
"I'm giving him friendly tip to beat
1t, II you see him. Now I'm going to
send you uptown with plain-clothes
man. He'll show you where your
friend made his New York debut
That's all we can do for you"
An hour later the little cowpuncher