The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1922-05-26

the way to police headquarters?
II reckon I can find IT, Is II fur7
The man from Arizona looked dow
at the high-heeled boots In which hi
tortured feet had dumped over tn
pavements of the metropolis all morn
Ing.
I'll send you In taxi" The post
master was thinking that this babe Il
the woods OF civilization never woul'
he able to find his way alone.
As the driver swept the car In AMI
out among the traffic OF the narrow
streets Johnnie chung to the top o.
the door fearfuly. Every moment hi
expected smash. His heart was ir
his throat. The hurricane deck of O
bronco had no terrors for him. but this
Wild charge through the hummlng
| trenches shook his nerve.
II come mighty nigh as,xin' you
would you just as lief drive slower, -
he said with grin to the chauffeur as
he descended to the safety of ne side
walk. Il amt awful hardy, an | sure
was plumb scared"
A sergeant took Johnnie in tow and
delivered him at length to the office
waitlng-room of Captain Anderson,
head Of the bureau OF missing persons.
The Runt, surveying the numbers in
the walting-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-
ton of New York must be missing.
After a time the captains secretary
notified Johnny that it was his turn.
AS soon as he was admitted the punch
err began his little piece without wait
ing for any preIimlnaries.
"Say, captain. want you to find my
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. lie gave both to the big man
who spent his busy days and often
part of the nights looking for the lost.
and stolen among New York's
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 fropa him In that |
timer"
1--WE got letter r'aht after he got
lere. He aln't wrk since"
perhaps he's lead. Wed better
ook up the morgIe records"
"Morguei" TIE Runt grew excited
instantly. 'That place where you
.eep folks that get drowned or
jumped OFT Say. captain, I'm here
o tell you Clay was the livest man
n Arizona. which Is the same as sayin'
nywhere5. Cowpunchers don't take
atural,y to morgues No, sir. Clay
Int ir no morgue. Like as not he's
elpec Ill this yere morgue If any
rocks tried their rough stuff on him.
'ont get me wrong. Cap. Clay Is the !
luanst herman ever God made. All
m uGyln' is"
TIE captain interrupted. He asked
iarp. incisive questions and got busy.
he reached for phone, got
touch with sergeant at the police '
ssk In the upper corridor, and sent |
! attendant with Johnnie to the po-
- department
The Irish sympathies of the SER {
INIT were aroused by the naive hon
ty Of the little man. He sent for q
Iother sergeant. had card records
ought. consulted a couple of patrol )
Ell, and then turned 10 Johnnie. y
We've met your friend all right"
said with grin. Hes wan heluva
4. Fits the description to T u
lere can't be but one like him here" a
Id he went on to tell the story of the h
venture of the janitor and the hose.
The washed-out eyes of the punch m
III up. That's him. That's sure st
n. Tell me where he's at?'
I'VE don't know. We con show You hi
? place where he tied the jan.tor
I that's the best we can do" The
p ain hesitated. IF you find him.
q him straight tip from me- Tel
n 20 buy ticket for Arizona and
e the train for home. This town 10
~ healthy place for him. You, ia
ems haS made an enemy-a powerful
,. He'll understand If you tell tn
H." til
Nhv Is this here enemy?"
Neypr mind. lie hit up too fas' be
ace sh
You can't tell me thing agafnsi ha
y-not a thing" protested Johnnie Ar
ly. Hell sure do TO take along gu
Y will. There can't any guy knoc' the
70 me. If he does wear Uniform" tai
I'm not saving thing against
l." replied the officer impatiently DIR.
q giving him a friendly rip to hea jac
Il you see him. Now I'm going t. 2
4 you uptown with a plaln-clothes ha,
/. He'll show you where your ha
nd made his New York debut. do
is all we can do for you" wo
n hour later the little cowpuncher wo
gazing wistfulIy at the hitchihs I
His face was twisted pathet had