er, late of the American
Expeditionary Forces in France, who has been missing since
his discharge from Camp Upton several weeks ago.

Private Chandler was mustered out on August third, having
served with great courage and distinction in the Argonne
Forest, where he received honorable mention for unusual
heroism in raiding-single handed an enemy machine gun nest.

Private Chandler's home is in Greendale near Plattsburg in
New York. He is reported to have been seen in Albany several
days after the date of his discharge, by several young men
who had known him formerly, but on being questioned they
were not certain of the identity of their former friend.

His whereabouts are now a mystery and no reason can be
ascribed to his disappearance. It is thought that he may
have been the victim of foul play while on his journey home.

A wealthy and public spirited citizen of Greendale, Mr.
Horace E. Wade, whose namesake, Private Chandler was, has
offered the sum of one hundred dollars for any information
leading to the discovery of young Chandler's whereabouts.

Boy scouts have often succeeded in discovering missing
persons. Their large organization, covering as it does,
the entire country and their predilection for long tramps
and journeys afford them some of the best facilities for
such quests.

Mr. Wade has offered his reward after the futile efforts
of the police in many large cities to locate the returned
soldier.

"And here's his picture to go by." Gaylong said; "good looking chap, huh?
Here's what it says underneath it, _'Private Horace E. Chandler from a
photo taken the week before he sailed for France.'_"

Nobody said anything for a minute and Dorry, who was nearest to Brent
Gaylong, leaned over and looked at the picture. "I'd like to read it over
in a better light," he said.

Brent said, "Take it; it's no use to us. It gave us a good hike, that's
all. We thought we might come back with the hundred. We had scout uniforms
and everything all bought-in our minds. We had a sumptuous gold headed cane
for Mr. Jennis. We had a meeting shack all furnished up. Oh, we were
regular prosperous scouts for a couple of days--in our imaginations. I
think I ought to have the badge for day dreaming, if there is one. I think
I could get a job in a dime hovel. Up to Elm Center and back again chasing
a ra