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THEY call him Mr. Keen, the Tracer of Lost Persons. But he's more than that, so much more. He finds people who have disappeared, yes, but for him that's only the beginning of a greater task. Because after he's found them, he helps them find happiness.
I'd heard of Mr. Keen, of course, but I never realized the immense good he did in the world. It took my own tragedy — or near-tragedy — to teach me that.
Without his help, it terrifies me to think what might have happened to Howard and to me. Certainly we wouldn't be together now, and Howard wouldn't be the strong, confident man he is today. Yet it wasn't merely Mr. Keen's work in finding me after I'd run away from Howard that helped us. It was the way those sharp but immensely kind eyes of his could look into our hearts and souls. He has that rare thing, instinctive sympathy and understanding. I believe, though he's never said so, that he makes a profession out of finding people who have disappeared only because he knows that back of every flight there's a human problem. Finding the people interests him very little. Solving their problems, helping them, is his life.
I wish every woman who is or ever has been in my terrible dilemma could have a Mr. Keen to help her.
If all our marriage had been like the first year, we would never have needed Mr. Keen. No, I don't mean that Howard and I fell out of love after those first delirious, ecstatic weeks had passed. It was much simpler than that, and even more devastating. Howard lost his job.
It's horrible, I think, that a thing like being out of work can come be
Copyright 1940, Frank and Anne Hummert
tween two people, can force a woman into a decision she hates and fears, can tear her heart to bits. It shouldn't make that much difference. But it does.
Howard was an architect, and when we were married he had a good position with a firm of builders. He didn't make a lot of money, it's true, but there was enough so I could quit my job in the city's largest department store and spend all my time making a real home out of the little apartment we rented.
We were so deeply in love, and the world seemed so bright! All we asked of life was
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