Charlie Is Lost

Charlie's aunt carne into Chicago pólice headquarters aad wanted tha department to go out and hunt for Charlie, whose last name is O'Brien. Missing1 children are reported every hour of the day at headquarters, and they didn't see anything unusual in Charlie's disappearance until the facts carne out. They turned Charlie's aunt over to Detective Swan. The detective, vvith due regard for the sorrow at the thought of the lost Charlie, prepared to ask a number of questions. Tears alinost welled up in his eyes as he pictured the little lost one wandering helplessly about in the streets of a great city. "What time yesterday didyou miss him?" he g-ently inquired. "Sure, it vvasn't yesterday at all I missed him," said Charlie's aunt. "How long ago was it?'' softly askjd the detective. "Three years ag-o come last Monday," was the answer. Mr. Swan feil back in his chair with a dull thud. "Three years, did you say?" and he looked out of the window so he could have a laugh all by himself. "Have you a picture of him?" asked Mr. Swan, and the caller produced a tintype of a clever-lookinglittle chap. "That was taken some years ago," said Charlie's aunt. "He was six years old-then." "And how old was he when he disppeared?" asked Mr. Swan. "11e was over 17," was the answer. Mr. Swan gasped ajain. "And then he's about 21 now," lie remarked. "And then he's been missing- three years and you don't know where he is and we've got the picture of a boy six years old to find him with. That picture looks about -as :nuch like Charlie as I do. The best thing1 you c?n do if you want to find Charlie is to advertise. "