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DAY OF
DAYS
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
C«p7ri|bt, IM2, »y ftt« Fnik A. Musty Ce
PROLOGUE.
It breaks tho speed limit to
smithereens.”
That’s a candid opinion abont
this story. There may have
been swifter tales, but not re
cently. It's an aeroplane of a
vsrn, moving so fast that yon
lose your breath while you fol
low it. But you don’t need any
breath, anyway, because you
forget about respiration with
your eyes on reading of this
kind.
Every man has his day of
days. Yours may have come
and you may be swimming in
the full tide of fortune. If so,
read how P. Sybarite found
his If your own ship is still
in the offing, you will enjoy
learning how the little spunky
red headed bookkeeper won a
fortune and an heiress, foiled
all his enemies and had some
of the most amazing adven
tures ever penned—all in less
time than it takes the hour
hand to round the clock dial
twice.
(Continued from Yesterday)
Slil''Stepping a wild swing, be .plant,
ed a left full on the nose of the nearer
AMHiluot and knocked him backward
ov« a sprawling chair. Then turning
attention to the other, ho wti barely
In time to duck an uppercut and out of
the corners of hla eyes caught the glint
of bras* knuckles on the flfit that fail
ed to land.
1 nfurlated, he closed in* sent a stag
gering loft to the thug's heart and n
murderous right to his chin, so that hb
ree'ed and fell as If shot, while P. Syb
arite with n bound caught the boy by
the arm again and whirled him out
through the doorway Into the hall.
“Harry!" he panted. “We’ve one
chance In ten thousand.”
Beyond doubt they had barely that.
TIardeued though they were to scenes
of violence, the clients of the dive bad
at lied tn apptvhenslon the moment
November lifted bis voice In anger,
while P. Sybarite’s first overtly offen
sive move bad struck them all dumb In
terror. Red November was one who
had shot down bis man In cold blood
on the steps of the criminal court
building and had escaped scot free un
der the convenient fiction of “suspend
ed sentence.’’ In blind panic like that
cf sheep, they rose a* one In uproar
ami surged toward the outer doors.
November himself, struggling up
from beneath the table, was caught
and swept on willy-nilly In the front
rank of the stampede. In a thought be
found himself wedged tight in a press
hogging the door. Before his enraged
vision P. Sybarite was winning away
with the boy.
Maddened, tho gang leader managed
to free his right arm and send a hap
hazard shot after them.
Only the Instinctive recoil of those
fhout him deflected bis aim.
The report waa one with a shock of
shattered plate glass. The soft nosed
bullet, splashing upon the glased op-
P*r half of the door, caused the entire
pane to collapse and disappear with
the quickness of magic.
Haltlug. P. Sybarito wheeled and
dropped a hand to the pocket wherein
rtated Mrs. Inobe's automatic.
“Get that door open!” he cried to the
*>oy. ‘Tve got a taxi waiting”—
Bis words were drowned out by the
thunderous detonation! set up by a
•*’ond shot In that constricted space.
^Ith a thick sob the boy reeled and
■*ang against the wall as sharply aa
though he had been struck with a
■ledgehammer.
Whimpering with rage, P. Sybarite
tugged at the weapon, bnt It stuck fast,
•ntangling in the lining of hla coat
Pocket.
Most happily before, he could get It
Jn evidence the door was thrust sharp
ly In. and through It with a rush ma
terialized that most rare of metropoll-
t*n phenomena-tho policeman on the
•pot.
’’Whnt’a all thlsT”
“Bobbery.” p. Sybarite replied, man*
, rtn s with difficulty a giggle of hys
terica] relief -robber* -nd
nairder! Arrest that man-Red *No
vein her—with the gun In hla hand I"
Blth an Inarticulate roar, tbs patrol
man *wunjr on toward the gangster.
*nd p. Sybarite plucked the hoy by the
^‘OeYf* Zfl/i Apaa. lit*. Aa A||a
"Not badly,” gasped the boy. “Shot
through the shoulder-can wait for
treatment—must keep out of the pa
pers”—
"Right!” P. Sybarite Jerked open
the door, and hla charge stumbled Into
tho cab. “Drive anywhere—like sin!”
be told the chauffeur. ‘Tell you whore
to stop when ws get dear of this
mess!”
H
CHAPTER IX.
Bsslztbub.
OW Is it7” P. Sybarite asked
solicitously of the boy hud
died In hla corner of the
cab.
"Aches.” replied the other between
his teeth.
“Where am I to take you?”
“Home—the Monastery—Forty-third
street.”
"Bachelor apartments?”
"Yes f I herd by my lonneome.”
’Praises be!” muttered P. Sybarite,
relieved. And while be was abont It
be took time briefly to offer up thanks
that the shock of hla wound seemed to
hove sobered the boy completely.
Opening the door, he craned hla neck
out to establish communication with
the ear of the chauffenr. to whom In-
repeated the address, adding an ndmo
nltlon to avoid the Monastery until
certain he hud shaken off pursuit, -if
any. and dodged back.
“No better, I presume?” P. Sybarite
Inquired.
“Not so’s you’d notice It.” the boy re
turned bravely. “Where are we?”
F. Sybarite took observation*.
"Forty-seventh, near Sixth avenue.'
he reported. "How did you get Into
this mesa?”
“Just by way of being a natural born
A very little snipping and slashing
sufficed to do away with the shoulder
and sleeve of the boy’s coat and to lay
open hla waistcoat as well, exposing a
bloodstained shirt And then at the
Instant when P. Sybarite was noting
with relief that the stain showed both
In back and in front the telephone
shrilled.
"If yon don’t mind answering that"
granted Mr. Kenny.
P. Sybarite was already at the In
strument
“Yea,” he answered. "Is this Dr.
Hlgglnsr
"Sorry. «lr.” replied n strange voice.
T)r. Higgins Isn’t in yet Any mes
sage?”
"Tell him Mr. Kenny needs him nt
the Monastery and the matter’s urgent
Doctor not in.” he reported superfln
oosly. returning to cut away collar, tie,
•blrt and undershirt. “Never mind. I
shouldn't be surprised If we could do
without him after all. I'm beginning
to hope you've had a marvelously nar
row escape.”
"Feels like It” said Kenny Ironically.
P. Sybarite withheld response while
he made close examination. At the
base of Mr. Kenny’a neck, well above
the shoulder blade, dark blood was
welling slowly from an ugly puncture.
And In front there was a correspond
ing puncture, but smaller. And pres
ently his deft and gentle fingers, ex
ploring the folds of the boy’s under
shirt closed upon the bullet Itself.
T don't believe,” be announced, dls
playing his find, “you deserve such
lack. Somehow you managed to catch
this Just right for it to slip through
without either breaking boue or sever
ing artery.”
"I told you I wasn't so badly hurt”—
“God’s good to the Irish. Where's
your bathroom?”
With a gesture Kenny indicated its
location.
"And handkerchiefs”—
"Upper bureau drawer In the bed-
THE WEAK AND DULL LOOK BACK
* I WISH 1
HAP UV6D
IN THE GOOD
OLD PAYS.
WHEN LIFE
WAS SIMPLE
and HAPPY."
"Oh, well: If It comes to that, I id
mlt It'* none of my business”—
"The deuce It isn't! After «U you've
done for me! Good Lord, min, where
would 1 be”—
'Sleeping the ileep of the doped In
aome filthy corner of Dutch Douse,
most likely."
I wssn't meenlnc to stiy without
i fight.* "
'-Then' you weren’t ss drunk is you
‘‘Didn’t you cstch me miking i more
the minute you created s diversion?
Of course, I’d no Idea yon were friend-
tT"~
"Look her*/’ P. Sybarite Interrupted
“Whit hi. Red November got on you
to mike him so anxious?’’
“Nothing si fir sa I know, unless It
wii Brian Shiynon’s doing"—
”A-ihr
"Friend of yours?”
"Not exactly.”
The accent of P. Sybarite’s laugh
rendered the disclaimer conclusive.
“Olad to hear that," said the boy
gravely. "I’d despise to be beholden tn
any friend of hie.”
"What’i the trouble between you and
old man Bhaynon?"
"Search ine— unless he thought I was
spying on him. What bualneaa could
he have hail with Red November there
tonight?"
"That la a question," P. Sybarite a!
lowed.
“Something urgent, I’ll be bound—
else be wouldn't ever bare dared chow
his bare map In that dump. To begin
with, I went to a patty tonight."
"I know,” said P. Sybarite, wltb i
quiet chuckle, ‘the nidley-Owen mas-
querade."
“How did you know."
'“Kismet! It bad to be. But we're
In a twinkling P. Sybarite was off
and berk again with tnnterlsla for an
antiseptic wash and a rude bandage.
"Dow'd you know 1 waa Irish?”
“By yotindirs tin me.” quoth P. Syb
arite In a thick brogue aa natural as
grass, while be worked awny busily.
”’Tia black Irish, and well I know It.
Twaa me mitber's maiden name
Kenny. She had s brother. Michael he
was. and be way av bein' a rich con
thractor In this very town as ever was
befure he died—Ood rist his rowI! He
left two children—a young leddy who
misspells her name M-a-e A-l-y-s—
keep still!—and Peter, yendlf,
cousin. If It’s not mistaken I am.”
"The Lord save us!” said the boy.
"You’re never Percy Sybarite?”
P. Sybarite winced. ’ Not so-loud!”
he pleaded In a stage whisper. “Some
one might hear you.”
"I say, what have you been doing
with yourself since—since”— ho stam
mered.
"Since the fall of the house of Byb
arite.”
"Yes. I .» ‘n’t know you were In
New York even.”
“Your mother and Mae Alya knew
It, tut kept It quiet, the same as me.”
lopoo gc
I WISH I HAP
LIVED IN THE.
Good old days
of 3H*tf 5 MCrrv
And content*
ncn r, me
GOO© OLDMY5
OF Queen
ELIZABETH.’
ALtomre
GOOD OLD
DAYS ARE
GVER.TWI5
AGE IS UN
HAPPY AtiD
WSGOmfNTEp
ioq etc.
i?feo A.R
THIS AGE tS
CEFTTAINL-V
me bunk,
fifty years
AGO PEoFLa
WOKE HAPPY
'anponienier
\<\
WDULOTWfC
1HAD LWED
IN THE GOOD
OLD ROMAN
DAYS. Aw N16! |
UFE VMSTHEN
A SOX”
moo Act
t WtSM I HAD
UVCP INTJC
GOOD GU7 .
PAYS,SAY A
HUNDRED VQV$
A60. GRAFT
AND DISCON
TENT VVERe
THEN UN-
Know/vP
A,P>
Btft tho real man look* forward, working in the present and living in the future.
V dfure
r
(SEX EDITORIAL)
R v tho never to .
kl »met hla taxicab waa prectKcly
-here he had left It. the chauffeur on
■ae.eat. I ’ .
“Quick!” be ordered the reeling boy.
J“ ,n ‘h«t eab nnlaaa you want to b.
. M by a Rename uwboora. hal l
^witaeaa braided. Ira yon
i yon badly
The taxicab waa drawing np before
an apartment home entrance.
Hastily recovering hla hoard of gold
pieces. P. Sybarite Jumped out and pre
sented one to tbe driver.
“Can’t change that.” said tbe latter,
a taring. "Besides, this waa a charge
call."
”1 know." said P. Sybarite, "bnt thii
la for you for being a good little tight
mouth.”
“Forever and ever, amen!” protested
tbe latter fervently. "And thank you!
Think you!"
If you're eatlafled we're quits.” re
turned P. Sybarite, offering a baud to
tbe boy.
1 can manage.’* protested thla last,
descending without aealstance. "1
don't want the bellboys here to sus
pect. and I can bold up. uovar fear."
A liveried hallboy opened the door,
while a second waited in the elevator.
Promptly ascending, without delay they
were aet down at one of tbe upper
floors.
Throughout thla transit the boy car
ried himself with never a quiver. To
tho elevator boy be said:
-By tbe war. Jlmmy"-
"Slr?"
“Call np Dr. Higgins for me. Tell
him I’ve an attack of Indlgration tad
will be glad If bo’ll turn out and tea
. . . ax mm — - nn frtf fh A dllkf"
The Chinese Were a Dead Race
Because They Looked
BACKWARD
-They Will Improve,, if Their New Republlo Turns Their
’"Btroi- the Other Way.
Copywrlght 1114, by uis Star Company.
You know Instinctively that every
individual In this picture on this page
la more of a souse than a man. Sfech
sees and feels the lktle things that
bother him. And he looks longingly
to an Imaginary pait.
Bo’It Is with the wrong kind of old
man or woman—unable to cope with
the present, and unconsciously mlarcp-
*8He’s gone and promised
Bayard SHaynon."
te marry
If be can fix me up for tbe night'
“Vary good. Ur. Benny."
Tbe gate clanged, and the ciga drop-
pod from sight as Mr. Kenny opened
hla rooms and switched np the tight,
tn t comfortably furnished sitting
■aid the little man. "But yourself?
How long are you out of college?”
■A year-not quite.”
‘What were you doing In -Dutch
House tonlpbt?"
“Well." Peter Kenny conferred sheep
ishly. "I’m In love’’-
"And you proposed to her tonight at
the ball?"
“Ye., and”—
"She refused you."
"Yes. but"—
“So you decided to do tbe manly
thing -go out and get drunk?"
"It Wain’t as If ahe’d left me any
excuse to hope, but oho told me flatly
ahe'dldn’t care for me." , ■
■That's bad. Peter. Forgive my Ill-
timed levity. I didn’t moan It meauly.
boy." P. Bytiarlte protested sincerely.
•’lt'e worse than you think.” Peter
complained. "I mu stand her not car-
lag for me. Why should she?*'. ,
"Why. Indeed?"
"IPs because abe'a gone and prom
ised to marry Bayard Bhaynon."
Sybarite looked dated.
“She? Bayard Bhaynon? Wbo'a the
girl?” ' ’ J ’
"Harlan illcssington Why do yon
aak? Do you kuow her?"
There was a pause P. Sybarite
blinked furiously.
“I’ve beard that nama." he said quiet
ly, at langtb. "Isn’t she old Brtsu's
ward—the girl who disappeared r«
cently 1”
resentln,. the ' f etter day.'
You know how the Chinese stood
atlll while the Japanese went ahead.
That was because China stood with
its back turned toward the future,
while the Japanese, found courage to
think and f-ce ihe light.
The typical Chinaman only com
plains If you damage ble local grave-
yard. You must not disturb tho spirits
of the dead. But he In not at all
disturbed by the sight of a woman
throwing her female. Infanta one after
another, Into the canal.
He forbids the digging or coal mines,
or the bunding of railroads, last the
earth dragon he disturbed. But he
has no objection to gewera running
through the .open streets, or to a sys
tem of agriculture that spreads dla-
eaJe.
The Chinese have been aka mart for
ages because they have looked back-
wtMf Worship of tbefSHirangbrs has
kept them where they are.
May their present republican gov-
ernment. and the coming to power of
more modern men. make them abler,
more efficient. In the tree of their real
ly great national power.
Thla tye h"Pe for their own Bake,
and also because an awakened China
The Japanese have gone ahead be
cause, once they did wake up, every
thing nev, everything untried, attract
ed them.
Even their Mikado put on a stove
pipe bat, and our prepoaterpua long-
tailed coat, and trotuera—he waa will
ing, In tho slang or the day, "to try
anything once.”
The man who looks to the past, cares
little. for the present and mourns
about "the good old days gone" le elm-
ply aa an Individual what China had
been aa a nation.
The past la dead and gone, and you
will never see It.
FORQBT IT. except when you study
history to learn from It tha pr-bable
direction of events in the future, and
tho encouraging fact that everything
now la better than It once waa.
The nation or Ihe Individual that
wins realises that nothing la Impos
sible, that the future contains every
thing that the Imagination of man
can possibly Invent
A thousand yearn ago the Idea that
men might fly waa a silly fairy tale.
Today MEN FI.Y.
Tboee living remember when the
Idea of a boat going under the water
waa a wild dream and rend now of
submarin-s a 1th Indifference.
EVERYTHING THAT MAN CAN
IMAGINE HE CAN DO. Remember
that, and look ehead tor tho wonders
that are coming—not bock to the very
dull days that are gone.
It wu evident that he vru determin
ed to win her.
Ho had told Elaine that he wu
born In Santiago de Cube. Hie pec
entg were Spanish but he hell been
educated In England.
"He never got that complexion In
England." the colonel thought "HU
face looks aa if It had first been
frozen at the North Pole end then
scorched In the tropica."
“How long alnce you were In San
tiago?" be uked him.
“Four weeks,” he replied. "I ar
rived there some months ego from
England and In an Incredibly abort
time I turned almost as dark u a
negro. Then I had an attack of fever
and came up here to recuperate."
Roll Ixar wu repeatedly uked to
dinner In the Colonel’s house hut In
variably refused and tha Colonel who
knew that many Spaniards never in
vito foreigners to.thflr house supgoe-
ed that It wu -perhaps alia their cus
tom to refuse tnvltatlo&a from for
eigners. This was tha only explana
tion he could find for Rule' constant
refusals.
It will be different when he be-
comes my son-ln-Iaw." he thought
Anyone can see that ha Is In love
with Elaine and of her feelings there
If l
Is atlll less doutt, I
ought to try to get soma informal lot
about him? But realty, why ahoulf
I when I am convinced that ha to II
right” ,
One day whan they ware sitting
alone on the plain Rule uked ELahM
to give him her portrait
“I will whan you will gtr* M
yours," ‘abe uld with a smile.
“But I have none,” ha raplM. T
have always hated to havo my pbo
tograpb taken.'
"Rut you muat
uld. “I know an
grapher In Boston,
up there tn tbe ear. You know hew
lo drive, ao we need not take tu
chauffeur along."
ed to have my pbo
gat over thSLt* ahf .
n excellent photo
m. Suppose we rut
■ ■ w Vran hr at raw KmI 1
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
WHITE GLOVES
“I Have Come to Ask That Scoundrel How He Dared
Come Here; He is a Leper,” He Said. Eline Turned
Deathly Pale. “So That U Why. He Always Wore
White Gloves,” She Said.
Ruls Ixar did not know a single
soul in the pretty little New England
town whan he arrived at the only
hotel there. Ha soon became a regu
lar visitor to the church and tha min
later became interested In him end
Introduced him to tbe moot promi
nent ncemhera of tbe congregation.
Among there were a Colonel Dor
emus and hla tretty daughter. Slain
The colonel’s house wu aitUAtea
close to the church which waa al
most opposite the hotel.
■ Ixar wu
They drove to Beaton and n flan
days later two proofs were se»t to
him, which ho put Into nn envelop*
and went to tho Colonel's bouse td
show them to Elaine.
When he found that tbe Coioae!
had a dinner party ha ham dad the an
velopo to tha maid and asked to girt
them to tbs young girl.
Tbe nut afternoon he wont ever
there again. Elaine wu delighted to
comptexloned, hla eyes were dark
and melancholy and hi. teeth very GUSTAF OF SWEDEN,
white. He always wore white suits Stockholm.—King GuaUf la today
and white shoes and glover and thla pheed tn the position of betnz be-
togefher wltb hla name pruved 1°, tween two fires. On ~
everyone that be wu a foreigner. | are the Swedish people who are de-
It wu easily seen that he bad made mending a larger army to place Swo-
a very strong Impression on Bialne.l den on a secure footing In cans of
who could alt on the p-ozia listening the feared Ruaalan Invasion and on
to him for hours. When she uaw him
coming she alwaya flushed, but he
wu always tha same calm and digni
fied person aha bad first mat, Ihougu
tha other Is the Cabinet, tha msmoet*
of which asa “* "
measure which
Uon’s nlliunr
, fighting sgslnst any
b wiu Increase that ah
ead naval datoaou.
“I think tho photos are both apian,
did,” aha uld. “I sent ono to sty
brother Herbert I thought yod
would not mind, and I wu Jnst writ,
log a latter to him.*
“I did not know yon had • brother.* 1
"Well, ho la really only my halt
brother, but we are vary fond of each
other. Ha la a doctor In Boston now,
but be used to Uve In Honolulu."
"What la hla nama besides Her
bert," Rule asked apparently very
nervous.
“Duncan. Bnt what is the matter
dear, are you tick?" she exclaimed as
aha noticed bow hla face changed. -
"Ob. It la only a remlnlxcenoe of
the fever. 'I think 1 had better go
hack to tha hotel aad take a rut.
Goodbye- Hits Blaine."
She never forgot the expression
that came lato hla ayes u he said
these words. Bat while she sat pon
dering over this an aatomotfle m$ihfl
rushing np before tho door.
"Why Herbert,” she i
"this la Indeed a surprise."
"Where la that sun Baxter or Ixar
u ha cells himself?" bar brother
bunt out T recognised big portrait
Immediately."
“He la at the hotel Bnt why do
you uk, dear?"
"1 have coma to aak that aooualrel
how ho hu dared coma hare. He la
a leper."
Elaine turned deathly pale.
"So that la why he always wore
white gloves,” aha Hid. ,-* v
“Ha ran away from Honolulu u
soon u It was discovered, to avoid
being sent to tho leper colony. Ha
hu dared to try to win your lovwt
But I muat catch him.*
He did not find the mao with the
ih« hotel. Bait
. —1 .iri'.eT ■
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