The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1938-04-14

may take time. Isn't there another
one I can get hold Of? Haven't
some of your relatives got one?
I'll send kilograms"
The old head wagged hopeleSSly
They are all dead and gone but
me-" she said.
1T was-your little boy?" Myra
questioned gently. "Is-he dead?"
II wisht knew" she said. He
run away from home when he
warn't more than IA. I'd married
again and Perkins used to lick
him. He was the cuteSt little tike
you ever set eyes on. Alonzo, his
name was, Alonzo Williams. We
always called him Lonny."
You never heard from him
again."
mot a word"
MUST BE FOUND
well, that picture has got to
be found" Myra declared conf
IDENTIFY. If there isn't another
we've got to get that one. You'll
hear from me. In the meantime
see if you can't get yourself
something with this to keep your
mind off it. She pressed roll of
bills from her bag into the Skele-
ton fingers. "Good-by-1'll be back
soon"
She was able to get down the
stairs and out to the car without
again encountering the fat, per
spring landlady.
Back with WHAT" she told her
self dolefully as she headed for
home. If the picture was lost in
the office and had been carried
down with the trash it was gone.
Anything that went down into
the subterranean depths of the Of
flee building could never be re-
covered-it had happened before
gloves and fountain pens
searching was useless.
She did not get to sleep until 1t
was growing light and was late
for work. A hectic day developed.
Everything went wrong. She could
not get out for her lunch. Again
when the girls had gone home she
sat at her desk and tried to think
what to do about that missing
photograph. She had gone
through all the files. hunted every
inch of space in the two rooms the
company leased.
FINDS PICTURE
A sound in the doorway startled
her. One of the porters stood
there, his arm in sling, the
one who had been hurt on an
elevator. With him was q nice
looking elderly man, around sixty.
The porter came forward i'm
portantly.
IT found this here picture in
the waste papers, Miss Rowland.
I thought maybe you lost it,"
On her desk he put little piece
of cardboard and Myra saw again
the little boy in the velvet suit
with a lace collar.
With a whoop Of delight she
grabbed for it. but the elderly
man interviewed.
Miss Rowland. I came to ask
you about this picture. That's a
picture of me-" he said. slightly
embarrassed.
Are you Lonny?" she cried ex-
citedly.
"Yes, I'm Lonny. suppose
you'd never think it to look at me
now" His face worked. Miss
Rowland, could you tell me where
you got it?"
From your mother" Myra told
him. II saw her only yesterday"
Then she's alive?"
"She's alive-and waiting for
you. All alone in a furnished
room. But how did you ever come
to find it?"
Funny thing. I've been help
ing Rafferty, out since he was laid
up. First work I've done for quite
spell.
II don't have to work any more
got a good home-my kids look
after me fine" He stared at Myra.
Nobody looking after her, you
said?"
Myra sprang to her feet and
turned to the gaping porter?
Lock up for me, will you,
Tom?" she told him. Then she
snatched her hat and coat and
hand bag. Come on" she Or
dered.
Somewhat bewildered. Lonny
williams went after her to the lot
where her car was parked, waiting
at the place she indicated.
Myra backed out expertly and
threw open the door.
Get in," she told him. Lets
go!" THE END.