The Tracer of Lost Persons

ork; he had done it; it was good for Gatewood too-time for him to stop his irresponsible cruise

of Fifth Avenue-which, Kerns reflected, was far more proper a place f

what might be expected from engaged men and newly married men. Gatewood's club life was ended-for a while; and there was no ot

. It only shows that women have no particular monopoly in the realms of diplomacy and finesse; in fact, if a man reall

een to him. An enthusiasm for marrying off his friends began to germinate within him

eld a determined reunion until daylight, and they told each other all about it

wheels; and after they had told each other the story of their lives, and the last siphon fizzed impotently when urged beyon

ing you have been deuced careful not to mention, and

en; "there is nothi

thi

r saw her again.

very gravely fumbled in his pocket and drew forth the

." And he bestowed the card upon Ha

noon Harren found the card among various e

the suggestion it contained. He scarcely considered it seriously even when, passi

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him in t

vening, upon mere impulse, he sat d

n Wednesday week. Harren tossed the letter aside, satisfied to let the matter

irits. A curious desire to see this Tracer of Lost Persons seized him w

no harm; it was too late to do either harm or g

dvance, so when young Harren sent in his card, the gayly liveried negro servant came back presently, threading his way through the waiting throng with pomp and circu

usquely; "I must see Mr. Keen to-day.

arky was polit

ntment, suh," he ex

Mr. Keen at once,

waitin' foh Mistuh Keen. In dis here perfeshion, suh, de fustest gemman dat has a 'pintment is de fustest gemman dat

ed leisurely around the room, where a dozen or more assorted people sat waiting their turns to interview Mr. Keen: all sorts and conditions of people-smartly gowned women, an anxious-browed busi

am obliged to start for Manila to-morrow. This is my excuse for asking an immediate int

Harren turned and walked back to his seat. The old woman with the faded shawl was explaining volubly to a handsomely gowned woman beside her that she was looking for her boy, Danny; th

estic misfortunes, and old Mrs. Regan, becoming impatient, had already begun to interrupt with an acc

panes, then swung to the right, where the darky bowed him into a big, handsomely furnished room flooded with the morning sun. A tall, gray man, faultlessly dressed in a gray frock suit and wearing white spats, turned from the breezy,

ren?" he sai

. K

rd. It was the business card of Keen & Co., and, g

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outs of anybody on earth. No charges will be

on Appl

KEEN,

y eyes. "I assume this state

ssume so," said M

clude all that you are

red ideals of young people who have failed to meet them. What further field would you suggest?" Harren glanced at the card which he held in his gloved hand;

sufficient? Our clients could scarcely expect us

her regions,"

bookcases for your amusement. Please help

. The Searcher for Lost Persons studied him for a moment or two, turned, and began to pace the room. After a moment or two he touc

a pencil and pad, and Mr. Keen, still pacing the roo

missing butler in service at 79 Vine Street, Hartford, Connecticut. She may notify the police whenever she wishes. His portrait is No. 170529, Rogues' Gallery. Five hundred dollars. Miss K. (No. 3679) may send her letter, care of Cisneros & Co., Rio, where the person she is seeking has gone into the coffee business. If she decides

stenographer to finish. When she look

over the initi

re is nothing definite in the other cases. Report progress and send out a general alarm

all, Mr

ith Captain Harren, of the Philippine Scouts, until to-morrow-a very