The Dawson News

CHARLIE IS LOST.

And His Dear Aunt Mopes For the Return of the Wanderer.

Charlie's aunt came into police headquarters the other day and wanted the department to go out and hunt for Charlie, whose last name is O'Brien. Missing children are reported every hour of the day at headquarters, and they did not see anything unusual in Charlie's disappearance until the facts came out. They turned Charlie's aunt, who lives at 12 Sheldon street, over to Detective Swan.

The detective, with due regard for the sorrow at the thought of the lost Charlie, prepared to ask a number of questions. Tears almost 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 did you miss him?" he gently inquired.

"Sure, it wasn't yesterday at all I missed him," said Charlie's aunt.

"How long ago was it?" softly asked the detective.

"Three years ago come last Monday," was the answer.

Mr. Swan fell 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 looking little chap.

"That was taken some years ago," said Charlie's aunt. "He was 6 years old then."

"And how old was he when he disappeared?" asked Mr. Swan.

"He was over 17," was the answer.

Mr. Swan gasped again. "And then he's about 21 now," he 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 6 years old to find him with. That picture looks about as much like Charlie as I do. The best thing you can do if you want to find Charlie is to advertise."—Providence Journal.