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

! trrr. sire sstlu. just al 1ousu e Wa,
n two words.
Z At that the freckled-face little fellow
opened wider his skim-miIk eyes ant
= his weak mouth. "Come again, ma 'am
y please"
"Corr1d'y'right. Observation-Disclosures
left" she repeated. Next"
y The inquirer knew as much as he
r did before. but he lacked the courage
to ask for an English translation. He
shuffled away from the window and
wandered h~elplessly, swept up by the
tide OF hurrying people that flowed
continuously into the building and
ebbed out Of it. From this he was
tossed into a b%ackwater that brought
MIN to another window.
Il wantta see the postmaster Of this
burg" he announced again with q
plaintive whine,
What about" asked the man back
Of the grating.
important business. amigo. Where's
he att"
. The man directed him to q door upOn
which was printed the legend, Super
intendent Of Complaints"
well, sir! What can I do for your
the man behind the big desk snapped.
Il wantta see the postmaster"
"What abOut?"
Il got important business with him.
who are your
Me, I'm Johnnie Green of the Bin
a-Box ranch. l just drapped in from
Arizona and l wantta see the postmas-
ter"
Suppose you tell your troubles to
me-"
Johnnie changed his weight to the
other foot. No, sub, | allow to see
the postmaster himself personal"
He's busy" explained the official.
he can't possibly see anybody with
out knowing his business"
THAT'S all right. I've lost nv pal.
/ wantta See-"
The superintendent of complaints
cut into his parrot-like repetition.
Yes, you mentioned that. But the
postmaster doesn't know where he is.
does he 2"
II might tell me where his mail
goes, as the old sayin' Is"
When did you lose your friendr'
II amt heard from him since he
come to New York. So bein' as I got
a chanct to go from Tucson with a
Jackpot trainlOad Of COWS to Denver. I
Kinda made up my mind to come on
mere the rest Of the way and look him
up. I'm afraid some ones done him
do you know where he's stayingr'
mo, sub, I don't"
The superintendent Of complaints
with his fingers on the desk.
Then he smiled. The postmaster was
FOND of a joke. Why o let this odd
little freak from the West have an in
with him?
Twenty minutes later Johnnie was
.eliing his story to the postmaster of
he city Of New York. He had written
hree times to Clay Lindsay and had
eceived no answer. So he had come
o look for him.
is your friend like your" asked the ,
interested In spite of him =
elf. o.
N sub" Johnnie, alias the Runt. ,
egan TO beam. Hes a s~ure-enoug
o-getter, Clay is, every jump of the 4,
Dad. I'd follow his dust n day of
week. He's the Invest proposition 4,
lat ever come out Of Graham county. :,
GU can %ce'tainly gamble on that" =
The postmaster touched a button. A =
ERIK appeared. received orders, and =,
-
The clerk presently returned with y
rec letters addressed to Clay Lind q
", General Delivery, New York. The b
'stmaster handed them to the little =,
w puncher. =
Evidently he never called for Them" 81
said. T.,
chin fell. He looked a pic
of helpless voc They're the let 81
RS | set down an wrote MIN my own p,
/. Something has sure happened to IN
boy, looks like" he bemoaned. dc
We'll try police headquarters. May ar
we can get a line on your FRIEND" lie
: postmaster said, reaching for the