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IH3S5 ? Rllpipp?S5 r'W&,WW- r i A RUNAWAY MYSTERY SOLVED After a Man Really Goes "Crazy" Over a Girl. Vt Dave Barrington sat On a low bench in the s-uicidal ward of the .Oldenham asylum. He was tall and handsome. The records gave has age as 22, but a sprinkling of gray that showed through his dark hair added 10 years to his appearance. He was gazing fix edly at the ceiling and running his long thin fingers through his slightly curly hair. Suddenly he jumped to his feet and ran to the barred window. "Margie, Margie, why don't you come back? Don't you hear rne, Margie? It is your Dave," he wailed piteously. "Sit down, Barrington," com manded an attendant, gruffly. "You have been calling that girl for two years, and she never comes, so what's the use of act ing crazy." " Dave Barrington and Margie Gordon had been playmates in the little village of Sherwood. .They were graduated on the same day from the high school. Dave became a bank clerk and Margie put her domestic science into practical application in her foster parent's home. Every evening they met, and eventually their engagement was announc ed. They were to be married in June. .The evening before that happy day Dave hurried homeward from the bank. Margie would be waiting for him on the porch and wave her handkerchief as soon as he hove into sight, as she had been wont to do since .they had left school. Dave's home was two doors farther down on the same street. As he turned the corner, he took a hasty survey of the porches on their street, but no one was in sight. He quick ened his steps and rushed into Margie's home without knock ing. "Hello, squire, where is Mar gie?" he called to the old gen tleman, seated in the parlor. "She is'gone," and the old man started to cry. He handed Dave a note. Dave read the note again and again, but no reason for her flight was given. He rushed to the rail way station. Margie, he learned, had gone to the city on the early morning train. Dave got a ticket and left on the next train. A week later the following ar ticle appeared in one of the daily papers: A well dressed man, who says he is Dave Barrington, and re fuses to tell where he, lives, was found wandering aimlessly about the streets last night. Unable to give an account of himself, he was arrested on a vagrancy charge. "I am searching for Margie, and I will look the world over until I find her," was all that he would tell the police. He was ad judged insane and committed to the Oldenhairi asylum. iiiiiihHiiiiill ififififittttifigttttiigii