"But he's done nothing wrong." "You can't take chances with these bums. They're a bad lot. He's a tough customer, Biggs is. Don't have anything to do with strangers on the street. It's not safe." By this time the red-faced guardian of the peace was with them again, and Justine reluctantly explained her dilemma to him. "He worked here for a long time as a newspaper artist," she said, in conclusion. "I've seen his pictures many a time," said the clerk with new interest. "Is he your husband?" "Yes, sir." "I guess he's not on the paper now. I haven't seen his pictures for some time." "He's been off the paper for nearly a year." "Come wid me to hidquarters, ma'am, an' the chief'll sind some wan out to loca--ate him before night," said the officer. "Sthate yer case to the boss. It won't be no thrick to find him." "I hate to have the police look for him," said she imploringly. "Will, thin, phat'd yez call me in fer?" demanded the officer, harshly. "I--I didn't call you in, sir," said she, looking helplessly at the clerk. "I called you in, officer," said the clerk. "She didn't know what to do." "Will, it's up to you, ma'am. We'll find him if yez say so." "Do you know any one else in Chicago?" asked the clerk. "Maybe there's some one you could go to while they're trying to find your husband." "I don't know any one here," she said, despairingly. "Don't you want to leave your grip here? We'll take care of it till you come after it." "That'll be all right, ma'am. It'll be safe here, an' yez don't want to be luggin' it around town wid that kid on yer hands. L'ave it here," said Officer Maher, and he picked it up and carried it behind the prescription counter before she could remonstrate. The clerk handed her a card containing the name and location of the store. "Oh, I do know some one here," she cried suddenly, her face brightening. "Miss Celeste Wood. Do you think I could find her?" To her dismay, the name was not in the directory. "Does she live with her parents?" asked the clerk. "I--I think so," replied Justine, helplessly. "Do you know her father's name?" "No, sir. She has a brother named Randall. Would his name be in the book?" Young Wood's name and address were readily found by the clerk, and Officer Maher advised her to take a cab to the place at once. These men unceremoniously took matters in their own hands, and, almost before she knew it, a cab was taking her northward, bound for the home of the girl who had so often sent her love, through Jud, to the other girl of Proctor's Falls.