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SATURDAY. MARCH 14*
April so Dayr
14
PROLOGUE
"// breaks the speed limit to
smithereens. '*
That’s a candid opinion about
this story. There may have
been swifter tales, but not re
cently. It's an aeroplane of a
yarn, moving so fast that you
lose your breath while you fol
low it. But you don't need any
breath, anyway, because you for
get about respiration vsith 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 s:ill 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 ad
ventures ever penned —all in less
time than i! takes the hour hand
to round the clock dial twice.
CHAPTER I.
The Dub.
»»MEM.." P. Sybarite mused
aloud.
For nn Instant lie was si
lent tn depression Then with
extraordinary vehemence he continued
crescendo, “Stupid stadium t-sepnli lira l
eemplternally-stioky smell!"
He paused for both breath and
■words, pondered with Itended bead,
knitting his brows forbiddingly
“Stench!" he perorated In a voice
tremulous with emotion
Even that comprehensive nionosylla
ble was far from satisfactory
“Oh, what’s the use?" I’. Sybarite
despaired. His mother tongue itself
seemed poverty stricken, his native
wit Inadequate.
Perched on the polished seat of a
very tall stool, his slender legs frater
nising with Its legs In apparently incx
trlcable Intimacy, sharp elbows dig
ging Into the nickel and Ink stained
bed of a counting house desk, chin
some six Inches above the pages of a
huge leather covered ledger, hair rum
pled and fretful, mouth doleful, eyes
disconsolate—he gloomed—
On this, the eve of his thirty-second
birthday and likewise the tenth anni
versary of his servitude, the appear
ance of P. Sybarite was elaborately
normal—varying, as It did. but slightly
from one year's end te the other.
Hls occupation had fitted his head
and shoulders with a deceptive but
none the less perennial stoop. His
means bad endowed him with a single
outworn suit of ready made clothing
The ruddy brown hair thatching hls
well modeled bead, hls sanguine color
lng, friendly blue eyes and mobile lips
suggesting Irish lineage, and hls hands
which, though thin and clouded with
smears of Ink. were strong and grace
ful like the slender feet In his shabby
shoes, carried out the suggestion with
an added hint of gentle blood.
The place was the counting room in
the warehouse of Messrs. Wbigbam &
Wlmper, hides and skins.
The warehouse—lmpregnable lair of
the smell, from which it leered smug
defiance at the sea sweet atmosphere
of the lower city on a sunny April
Saturday afternoon—occupied a walled
in arch of the Brooklyn bridge, front
ing on Frankfort street. New York.
Immured In this retreat. P. Sybarite
was very much shut away from all Joy
of living—alone with hls sls Job (which
at present nothing pressed), with giant
despair and Its Interlocutor ennui, and
with that blatant, brutish, implacable
smell of smells.
To all of these, abruptly and with
ceremony. Mr. George Bross. shipping
clerk. Introduced himself, a brawny
young man In shirt gleeves, wearing a
visorless cap of soiled linen. In one
band be carried nn envelope.
“Oh. you"— said George, and checked
to enjoy a rude giggle. Presently be
controlled hls mirth sufficiently to per
mlt of unctuous enunciation of the fol
lowing cryptic exclamation:
“Oh. you. Perceval!”
P. Sybarite turned pale.
“You little rascal!” continued George,
brandishing the envelope. “You’re a
sly one, you are, always signin' your
name *P. Sybarite’ and pretendin’ your
maiden raonnker was ‘Pete.’ But now
we know you. Take off them whisk
ers—Perceval!"
A really wise mind reader would
have calied a policeman then and
there, for mayhem was the least of
the crimes contemplated by P. Syba
rite.
“If that letter's for me.” he said
quietly, “give It here, please.”
"Special d'liv'ry—jus' come.” an
nounced Georg* "Oh, you Percev*|_
Esquire!"
me DAY OF
DAYS
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
Copyright, 1912, by the Frink K. Mumey Co
The letter wits torn rudely from his
grasp.
"Here!” he cried resentfully, "Where's
your nmnners—Perceval!”
Dumb with impotent rnge, P. Syba
rite climbed back on his stool, while
George sat down at his desk und. with
a leer, wutched the bookkeeper care
fully slit the envelope and withdraw
Its Inclosures.
Ignoring him, P. Sybarite ran bis eye
through the few Hues of notably cure
less feminine bandwriting:
My Dear Perceval—Mother and 1 had
planned to take some friends to the then
ter tonight and bought a box for th <
Knickerbocker several weeks ago, bul
now we have decided to go to Mrs. Had
ley-Owen's post Lenten masquerade bull
Instead, and as none of our friends can
use the tickets 1 thought possibly you
might like them. They say Otis Skinner
Is wonderful. Of course you may not care
to sit In a stago box without a dress suit,
but perhaps you won't mind. If you do
maybe you know somebody else who could
go properly dressod. Your affectionate
cousin, MAE ALYS.
Drawing to him one of the W'hlg
ham Si Wlmpor letterheads, P. Bylia
rite dipped n pou. considered briefly,
and wrote rapidly and freely in a mi
nute hand:
My Dear Mae Alys—Every man has his
price. You know mine. Pocketing false
pride. 1 accept your bounty with all the
gratitude and humility becoming In a pool
relation And If arrested for appearing In
the box w ithout evening clothes I promise
solemnly to brazen It out. pretend that I
bought the tickets myself or stole them
and keep the newspapers ignorant of our
kinship Pear not. trust me and enjoy
the masque us much as 1 mean to enjoy
the play.
And if you would do me the greatest ot
favors, should you ever again find an ex
cuse to write me on any matter, please
address me by the initials of my ridicu
lous first name only It Is, of course, im
possible for me to live down the deep
damnation of having been born a Syba
rite, but the Indulgence of my friends can
save me the further degradation of be
ing known as ;i Perceval.
With thunks renewed and profound. X
remain, all things considered, remotely
yours, P. SYBARITE.
This la* settled and addressed In a
stamped envelope; then he slued round
nil Ids stool to blink pensively at Mr.
Press.
That gentleman having some time
since despaired of any response to his
persistent baiting was now preoccu
pied with a band mirror and endeav
oring to erase the smudge of marking
ink from Ills face with a handkerchief
"It's no use. George,” observed P.
Sybarite presently. Try soap and wa
ter. I know It’s painful, bg.it, believe
me, It's the only way. I’m going to
shut up shop In just five minutes, and
If you don't want to show yourself on
the street looking like a difference of
opinion between a bull calf and n
fountain pen”—
“Gotcha.” interrupted George, rising
and putting away handkerchief and
mirror. “I’ll drown myself if you say
so. Anythin's better'n letting you talk
me to denth.”
“One thing more.”
Splashing rigorously at the station
ary wash stand. George looked gloom
ily over his shoulder and In sepulchral
accents littered the one word:
“Shoot!”
“How would you like to go to the
theater tonight?”
“I’d like it so hard,” George replied,
“that I’m already dated up for nn
evenin’ of lntellect’l enjoyment. M*
and Sammy Holt’s goln’ round to Mi
ner’s Eight’ avenoo and bust up the
Bhow."
“I mean a regular show, at a Broad
way house.”
“Quit your klddin’,’’ countered Mr.
Bross Indulgently. “Come along; I got
an engagement to walk home and save
a nickel, and so’ve you.”
“Walt a minute,” insisted P. Sybar
ite, without moving. "I’m in earnest
about this. I offer you a seat in a
stage box at the Knickerbocker thea
ter tonight to see Otis Skinner in ‘Kis
met,’ with Miss Prim, Miss Lessing and
myself—on one condition.”
“Go to it’’
"You must promise me to quit call
ing me Perceval, here or any place else,
today and forever! And never tell
anybody, either."
George hesitated.
“And what if I keep on?”
“Then I’ll make up my theater party
without you—aDd break your neck Into
the bargain,” said P. Sybarite.
“You?” George laughed derisively.
“You break my neck? Can the comedy,
beau. Why. I could eat you alive, Per
ceval.”
“We’re going to settle this question
befere you leaue this warehouse. I
won't be called Perceval by you or any
other pink eared cross between Ba
laam's nss and a laughing hyena."
Mr. Bross gaped with resentment.
“You won’t, eh?" be said strident
ly. “I like to know what you're going
to do to stop me, Perc”—
P. Sybarite stepped quickly toward
him, and George, with a growl, threw
out his bands In a manner based upon
s somewhat hazy conception of the for
mula of self defense. Then—
George Bross sat up on the dusty,
grimy floor, batted his eyes, ruefully
rubbed the back of bis bead and mar
veled at the reverberations inside It
“Bay.’’ he ejaculated, with fervid
feeling, “did you do that to iue?"
"1 did." returned P. Sybarite curtly.
"Want me to prove It?”
"Plenty, thanks," returned the ship
ping clerk movosely as he picked him
seif up and dusted off his clothing.
“Gee, you got a wallop like the kick ot
a mule. Per"—
"Cut that!"
"P. S., I mean," George amended
hastily. “Why didn't you over tell me
you won the Big Smoke's sparrtn' part
ner?"
"I'm not mid never was, and further
more I didn't hit you," replied P. Syba
rite. "All I did was to let you fall
over iny foot and butnp your head on
the floor. Better accept my offer and
be friends."
“Never call yon Per"— •
"Don't say It!”
"Oh. all right—all right." George
agreed plaintively. "And If I promise
I’m In on that theater party?"
" "That’s my offer."
“It’s hard,” George sighed regretful
ly. "But whatever you say goes, i'll
keep your secret."
"Good!” P. Sybarite extended one
of his small, delicately modeled hands.
"Shake," said he. smiling wistfully.
P. Sybarite and Mr. Bross, with at
least every outward semblance of com
plete amity were presently swinging
shoulder to shoulder up tbe sunny side
of lower Broadway.
“Lls'n,” George interjected of a sud
den. "I wanna know where you pick
ed up all that classy footwork?”
“Oh," returned P. 8. carelessly, "I
used to spar a bit with the fellows
when I was at—ah—when I was young
er."
“Huh! You mean when you wns at
colledge.”
“Please yourself,” said P. Sybarite
wearily.
“Well, you was at colledge oncet,
wasn’t you?"
"I was.” P. S. admitted with reluct
ance. “but I never graduated. When I
wns twenty-one 1 had to quit to go to
work for Whighnm & Whimper.”
“G’wnn!" commented the other.
"They ain’t been In business twenty
years.”
“I’m only thirty-one.”
“More news for Sweeney. You’ll nev
or see forty agnln. Your people had
money, didn’t they, oncet?”
"I’ve been told so. but if true it only
goes to prove there's nothing in the
theory of heredity.”
“1 gotcha,” announced Bross, upon
prolonged and painful analysis.
“How?” asked P. Sybarite, who had
fallen to thinking of other matters.
“I mean. I Just dropped to your high
sign to mind my own business. All
right, P. S. Par be it from me to wanta
pry into your past”
He was a man of his word, was
George Bross; not for anything would
he have gone back on his promise to
keep secret that afternoon's titillating
discovery; likewise he was a covetous
soul, loath to forfeit the promised
treat, but one way or another, that
day's humiliation must be balanced.
How to compass i ils desire, frankly
puzzled him. It were cowardly to
contemplate knocking the block otf’n
P. Sybarite, the disparity of their
statures forbade; moreover, George en
tertained a vexatious suspicion that P.
Sybarite's explanation on his recent
downfall had uot been altogether dig
ingenuous.
Suddenly It was borne in upon the
shipping clerk that in the probable ar
rangement of the proposed party be
would be expected to dance attendance
upon Miss Violet Prim, leaving P.
Sybarite free to devote himself to Miss
Lessing. And he scowled darkly.
“P. S.’s got his nerve with him,” be
protested privately, “to cop out the one
pippin in the bouse all for his lonely.
It’s a wonder he wouldn’t slip her a
chanct to enjoy herself with summon
her own age.
“Not.” he admitted ruefully, “that
I’d find It healthy to pull any rough
stuff with VI lookin' on.”
Then he made an end to envy for the
time being, and turned his attention to
more pressing concerns. And when,
at Thirty-eighth street, the latter made
au excuse to part with George, Instead
of going home In his company, tbe
shipping clerk was too thoroughly dis
gusted to question the subterfuge.
Turning west, he wns presently
prompted by that arch comedlnn Des
tiny (disguised ns thirst) to drop into
Clancy’s for a shell of beer.
Now. in Clancy’s George found a
crumpled copy of an evening paper al
most afloat on tbe high tide of the
dregs drenched bar. Rescuing the
sheet, he smoothed it out and con
templated a two column reproduction
in a coarse half tone of a photograph
entitled "Marian Blesslngton."
Slowly the confusion and confound
ing of P. Sybarite took shape and ma
tured.
He left Clancy's presently, stepping
high, with a mind elate, foretasting
victory, ,
Meanwhile. P. Sybarite walked
slowly on up Broadway a little way,
then doubled on bis trail, going softly
until a swift aud stealthy survey west
ward from the corner of Thirty-eighth
street assured him that George was not
skulking to spy upon him. Thus re
assured. be mended his pace and held
briskly on toward the shopping dis
trict
Ris hour was fleeting. In twenty
minutes It would be 6 o'clock. At C
sharp Blesslngton’s would close Its
doors. Distressed, he scurried on.
crossed Thirty-fourth street, aimed
himself courageously for the wide en
trance of the department store, battled
manfully through the retreating array
of feminine shoppers and gained the
ladles' glove counter with a scant flf
teen minutes to spare. He found him
self before a fair young woman, with a
pleasant manner.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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A. SENTIMENTAL EPISODE
“How Dare You! I Shall Call the Hall Boy and Have
You Put Out,” She Said. “ ‘Nothing Doing, Lady,” ’
Was the Reply Made As He Gazed At Her Shrewdly,
Opening His Coat and Displaying a Badge.
I noticed her first In the lounge of
the Splendid, and 1 smiled sympathec
lcally at the obvious devotion of the
boyish young ewaln who bent over her
chair. She was so slim and fresh, so
charmingly Ingenue, that I had stop
ped Involuntarily to stare, and was
nearly knocked over by a burly man
whose gaze was also fixed on the
pretty young thing. He apologized,
and 1 shook myself impatiently and
went out and up the street. Fate
and a for mathematics have
made me a sehoolma’am, but
I 'have a throbbing mother-heart. 1
adore slim, pretty girls, yearn over
them. As I went into Deere and
Stone’s I was thinking that, If I had
bpen blessed with a daughter, 1
should have liked her to look Just,
like that—young, sweet and unspoll id.
“Pardon me, madnme, but I believe
this Is yours," I turned and met the
laughing eyes of the girl herself,
holding out a fringed velvet, bag. I
looked in bewilderment at my empty
arm, where my velvet bag had hung.
"Dear me, so It is," I fussed. "I't
very kind of you, I'm sure.”
"j am bo glad I found It.” She
went on with a little a laughing nod,
and I was turning back to the neck
wear when I noticed the man who had
nearly knocked me over the Splendid
entering the door It flashed upon
me Instantly that he was following
the girl, and I felt my face flushing
with Indignation. Unhesitatingly 1
turned and went after him, with a
sosr of protective rage for the pretty
child In my heart.
She was leaving the shop by a side
entrance, with the man a few yards
behind, as I caught sight of them. I
hurried breathlessly after, ready to
summon an officer directly he ap
proached her. But he seemed In no
hurry to do bo, and she took Inr
leaHurely way toward Husbarn, lin
gering now and then before a shop
window. I Telt rather ridiculous as
I took a seat. In the tram opposite
the brute, hut determined to see the
affair through. He sat in a cornet
on the same side as the girl, and 1
at once discovered that, he was star
ing hard at her reflection in the win
dow behind me. With a fresh surge
of protecting rage, ( crossed over and
sat down beside her."
“My read child, do you mind If 1
come over and talk to you?’’ I began.
She raised her wide, sweet eyes to
mine.
“It’s lovely of you,” said she, and
there was a little quaver in her voice.
“You've seen that horrid man follow
lng me, haven’t you? DOu you know
him?' 1 She seemed rather unnerved,
I thought, and I regretted that I had
not Interfered before.
“Perhaps 1 shouldn’t alarm you,
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I said, "but I saw him watching you
at the Splendid—'horrid creature!
What a pitiful Hhame that, a young
girl's freshneHß should make tier a
target for such annoying attentions.
“I do not mind being stared ai an
much,” she said plaintively, “but this
man ling followed me before, and I
live all alone, and sometimes I'm
afraid."
“My dear child!” I cried, honestly
fihorked. “Surely you have a home
parents.”
"Not In Ix>ndon,” ghe Interrupted
Blrrnply.
"You gee, I make fashion sketches.
I am a bachelor girl."
I gmlled gadly at the pride In her
voice. I’m forty, and I’ve “bached'
It mygelT for fifteen yearg, and know
all the realities of bachelor-girl life,
It'g makegghiftg and depressing, ag
well a« Itg Independence. She re
turned my gmlle a little wistfully,
and her eyes crept futlvely toward
the man in the corner.
“We’re gieterg In the working
world," I suggested. “Why not come
and have a cup of tea at. rny room if.
and Incidentally we’ll loge the crea
ture?"
"ft, would he lovely,” ghe agreed.
But the brute followed us off, and
I was about to appeal to a policemen
when the girl took charge In a man
ner that astounded me. She hoarded
u crowded tram-car, pushed her way
to the top, ran down the front stairs,
Jumped off and into a vacant taxi
at the kerb, I followed, stiffing, In
her wake.
As bachelor girls go, I’m prosper
ous enough, but I do not affect taxis,
and I confess I was a hit awed.
"But. what address did you give th i
chauffeur?" I demanded. “Mine Is
-the Slene Mansions."
’’Well,” she smiled wickedly, "I
the Seine Mansions."
Khe paid the chauffeur hls robber’s
fee ,and went up.
"You live alone, too?" she asked.
“Oh, hut I'm old and hardened and
withered —It doesn’t matter," I ejac
ulated, “but you—why?"
I looked up at. her and hesitated.
She was young and charming, hut I
was struck with a certain sophistica
tion, a poise that I had missed be
fore.
"I'm young—but oh, so wise.” She
had thrown off her handsome coat
and stole, and stood before a little
"Whistler” that hud cost me many a
privation.
“You know he can't draw, of
course?" she said argumentatively,
while 1 lighted the flame under my
copper kettle. We threshed out
Whistler s art at shreds, and then we
drifted to hooks. With the second
cup of tea our discussion grew fiery.
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She wag a Pagan, a cynical soulless
creature, that young fresh, pure-faced
thing, and ghe left me aghast at her
daring. 1 Showed her my three little
rooms and kitchenette proudly. She
wag charmingly interested In every
thing, even the dumb waiter. Before
we had returned to the living room
the hell pealed violently. I answer
ed It, annoyed that the hall-boy
should have let anyone up uniin
nounced.
Standing there, with a leering smile
was the brute.
Hasttl;. I adjusted the patent door
bar.
“I want to gpeak to the other one.
he said, trying to tpeer over my
shoulder.
I smiled scornfully. ' You are a
brute, aren't you?" I said. "How dare
you! I shall call the hall-hoy and
have you put one.”
"Nothing doing, lady." Ho gazed
at me shrewdly. "Do you know
you've got a dip In there?”
“A dip!” I stared. “You're crazy!
What Ih a dip, please?”
“A thief, lady,” he exclaimed In)
patiently. Opening hla coat, he dis
played a badge. “I'm a plain-clothes
man."
I lei down the bar. “It's absurd,"
I gald shortly. “Hut you can come In
and convince yourself '
He followed me Into the living
room, and I looked about In amaze
ment the girl had gone
“Flown,” said the detective brief
ly. “Is there another door?”
I shook m., head dumbly, and fol
lowed him as he examined the kitch
enette. He Jerked open the dumb
waiter door, and gazed down Its black,
111-sinelllrig shaft
"Roomy enough," he muttered.
“She’s only a slip of a thing.”
“But how do you know?” I volun
teered timidly. "W-what did ghe—
did ,ghi' ’’
He looked at me In open disgust.
"A diamond pendant that’s all. I
wanted to get the goods on her bet
ghe’s got 'em, too, hut I ain't ho cer
tain. My partner Is watching her pul
—he slipped It to her at the Splen
did."
T could only gape at him aghasi, us
he picked Up his hat and started out
“She's made her getaway by now,
I reckon,” he grumbled. "1 didn't
exactly size you up, nor why she was
stringing you.” Then he stopped.
But would you mind telling me, lady,
why you Interfered?”
I flushed crimson. "I thought you
were trying—trying to gpeak to her.'
I stammered
With a half-muttered ejaculation
he disappeared. /
Afterwards I looked distractedly
about for rny velvet bag. It wan gone
—with my purse and my mother's
watch!
It's Incredible, preposterous, hut t
must believe It's true This morning
the hag came hack by messenger,
with Its contents untouched. There
was a note, too. In a sprawling, girl
ish hand:
"Dear Protector —You were awfully
kind sorry I couldn't know you bet
ter. I hail to fake the bag because,
you see, the pendant was in It. 1
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slipped It Into your bag before I re
turned the hag to you for safe-seep
ing If the detectives picked me up- It
was a close call. But I couldn't lose
the pendant. Wo —my husband and I
-are stilling tomorrow for a loni
rest. Good-bye.’’
And for once I am glad I never had
a daughter.
THE HUMAN SIDE OF WORK
Redfield Says a New Era la Dawning
In Nation’* Industry.
Young America Will Be Fitted for
Life By Education, the Secretary
Says, and Empoloyer* Will See the
Workingman’s Side.
Suppose every hoy and girl knew
how to do well some one simple kind
of productive work. It would revo
lutionize your factories and your
homes. This Is that to which we are
coming.
If we were to cultivate all our ara
ble land, on the lihhls of the results
wo are now getting on the 12 per
cent of It which Is yielding maximum
returns, wo should again more than
double the total.
Another grout factor has come Tt
is the wisdom which teaches us that
the human side of our factories Is
more valuable than the mechanical
or the material si le - From a speech
by the Secretary of Commerce, Wil
liam (!. Redfield,
EASIER TO GET OUT THAN TO
GET IN
The literary test will stick, and a
number of our political leaders who
go abroad will do well carefully to es
tablish their citizenship If they expect
to return,
AND THAT 18 A CONSERVATIVE
EBTIMATE.
A railroad foolishly boasts that It
uses 35,000,000 pins In a year. We seem
to remember luting taken that many
out a dress shirt before we could put
It on at all.
LOOKS LIKE COLLUBION.
A small sack was spilled from a
West Store train and a lot of letters
.containing contractors checks wero
ground to pulp. Has the railroad gono
Into the sinlser husienss of destroying
evidence?
The model school at Bryn Mawr,
f’a., at the entrance to the col
lege, has been made on open-air
school. Only the dressing-room
and laboratories will he Indoors.
There will be seven separate, one
story, out-of-door class-room#
facing full south. Each class
room opens on ft large uncovered
platform **3l) feet, which will he
used for the gymnsetlcs and sies
tas that are part of open-air school
work. I
tin the theory that healthy chil
dren should have the frcsh-alr
benefits usually reserved for the
Plckly, Superintendent Wheatly, of
Middletown, Conn., has Introduced
it modified open-window plan
throughout his entire school sys
tem.
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