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EIGHT AV t / • » "» ~ A * April 1.4 PROLOGUE. I breaks the speed limit to •ithereens." That's a candid opinion about this story There may have bjen 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 forget about respiration with your eyes on reading of this kind Every man hat hl» day of day*. Your* may have come and you may be iwlmmmg tn the full tide of for tune. If so, read how P. Sybarite found hie. If your own ship la •till In the off'nq. you will enjoy learnlno how the little epunkv red headed bookkeeper won a fortune and an heiress, foiled all hia enemies and had some of the moat amazing adven tures ever penned—all In leas time than It takee the hour hand to round the dock dial twice. (Continued from Yesterday) Rut thl» roncliislon perturbed him He couldn't Imagine oltlirr Mias l.«> ■ltiß nr MN>> Marian WesHlngtnn In nm way Involved with « common or oven prnjmr gnmlilt-t Ilia tour lirutight him finally to n pause by the roulette I Hide tti the rcii of the room Curloim to'Watch the game In Mli|l. he lingered there 1 here were perhaps half a dozen pluv era round the lioardr four tifflnne wlnv two on the Other Of m waa Unit very young man wh > lie been mqxinsllila for IV Sylmrti* chance of mliul with regard to home With a laiieil air tlila prodlr waa frltlermc ah ay live dollm i•• * on Ihe iviloi'- the i-olitmiiH and Ike li ana. hi* 111 SUi-ces* tupendoil*. 11l- i| linrelit Indifference Whether lie Won ■ * loat |Mailtlve|> nuigullleeut. lint in III* rourie of lie few mlnutea thnt I’ Rylmtite w.it- lied him he either *rc« wenry or succeeded In emptylnc Ills pockets nml erased to play p. Sybarite win. abockad to hear hi* own voice "Five on Ihe red.” It aald dlatlnetly with an effect of extravngnnt apathy A thought Inter he caught the cron pler'a eye and drove Ihe waiter home with a nod IIN heart stopped beating Five dollar*! All he hud In the world. The w hir of the deadly little ball In Ha elMUiy runway was like not hi up le**- than the exultant shriek of a banshee 'Three, redthe croupier begsu hN chant P. Sybarite fnlled lo hear the rest The croupier loxxed him a chocolate token. lie wax eonaeloux that lie touched It with numb and wttlexx (In pern, mechanically pushing It upon tin red diamond Ensued another awful, aoul sicken Ins minute of suspense. “Twenty live, red”— A second brown chip appeared map (rally on top of the drat I*. Sylmrlti recorded them stupidly. Afraid b touch them, hla brain communicated to hta hand the Impulse to remove the chip* ere It wax too lute, but the hand bum: moveless In llxtlcxx mutiny. ‘Thirty-four, red '— Two more chip* were added to Ills stack. And this time hlx brain sulked It hla body wouldn't beta! Ita plain and sagacious admonition—very well! Il juet wouldn't Ixitber Itself to signal any further advice. But quite Instinctively hla hand moved out. tenderly embraced the four brown chips and tralistened them to the green area dominated by the black diamond ‘Twelve, black"— Forty dollars waa represented by that stunted pillar of brown wafers! P. Sybarite experleueed au effect of coming to hla senses after an abbre vlnted and. to tell the truth, somewhat nightmarish nap Aping the maunei of one or two other players whom he bad observed la-fort* (bis msdnesa pos seated him. be thrust the chips out oi ttu* charmed circle of chance snd nod ded again iwith what a seasoned air!* lo the croupier “Cash or chips?" Inquired that fuuc tioua ry “Oh. cash, thank you.” The chips gathered Into the company of their brethren. Two twenty dollar bills replaced them Stuffing these last Into his pocket. I' Sybarite turned and strolled IndHTer ently toward the door “Better get away before It’s too late.' Intelligence counseled. "Right you are." he admitted fairly *TII go heme now before anybody taken this ay from me." "Sensible of you," Intelligence ap proved. DAY OF DAYS By LOLLS JOSEPH VANCE Copyright, I*l2. hy iht Praak A. Maasay C# She "Still." suggesled the small, but Cleat rob e of greixl la-fore he cattld gain tin head of the stairs, “you've got yom original $T> yet to lose Be a sport Don't go away without turning In a cent to the house It wouldn't look pretty " “There's something In that." admit ted I*. Sybarite Nevertheless he never quite under stood how It was that hla feet carried him to the other roulette table at the end of the room opposite thnt at which he had been playing or how II w«- (hat his lingers produced one of the twenty dollar notes rather than tin modest live lie had meant to risk am coolly handed It over the board. “Ilow many?” asked the new cron pier pleasantly Before he could make up his mind exsi-tly twenty white counters were meted out to him. “What are these worth?" he demand rd Incredulously, dropping Into n chair “One dollar each.” he was Informed “Indeed!" he replied, politely smotti erlng a slight yawn To save his face now he'd have to go through Ills twenty Rut after that —exit lie made this promise tn hluiself Frying a single chip apart from Its fellows, lie tossed It heedlessly upon the numbered sunares It landed upon Ita rim. rolled toward the wheel and fainted gracefully upon the green com pariment nmoored OO The croupNr cocked an eyebrow at him, aa If questioning hla Intention id the Inatiint the Ivory hall begun to slug Ita one l«ng sustained note Ahrttpth It wua cbitllerlog: In another Instant It was still. "The double 0." announced a voice A player next F. Sybarite swore soul fully. Thirty Mm- white chips were stacked alongside the winning stake With on la-* inning tin n- I' Sybarite removed llieni "Well." he sighed privately. There'*- on*- thing certain this can't last Itu I don t like to seem a piker. I'll jits' make sure - f Mils one It emit win And at tliiit I'm sls In." IMllii-rali-lv he shifted the nlnetcei remaining of his original stack to keep company with Ids winning chip on tin double II A minute or so Inter the man nt Ills elbow said excitedly: T‘ll be hanged I It didn't repent! Can you Iveat that';' F. Sybarite stansl stupidly. "How's lliat ?" he said "liouble 0." the croupier answered “the second time." "This Is becoming uncanny." F. Syl* arlte observed to hluiself. and "Cash said he. with cold derision Heveu new hundred dollar rertltlcnir were plains! In Ills hand In a daze l.* counted, folded and pocketed then While thus engaged he heard the I spin again Ills original S2O remain, upon Ihe double 0 Teu turned oi Hla atake was gathered in “You've had enough.” Intelligence ad vised "Perfectly true,” P. Sybarite ad mitt ad. This time Ills anatomy proved per foctly docile lie found hliuself at the foot of the steps, fatuously smiling nt the doorkeeper “Me ain't come In yet." said the Int ter. "but ties liable to be here any minute now- " "Oh. yes." satd P. Sybarite brightly after a brief puuae— “Mr. Feotleld, of course Sorry I can't wait." "Well, you'll want your hat b**fore you go. won't you?" Placing an Incredulous hand upon the crown of his head P. Sybarite realised that It was covered exclusively with hair “1 must have put It down some where upstairs." he murmured In panic. "Mebbe von left It with Fete before you went up ” "Perhaps i did.'* Turning back to the lounge, he en tered to And It deserted save for the somnolent old gentleman and the hna pliable Fete, but for whose drinks F Sybarite would probably never have known the delirious Joy of Internal celebration or found the courage to risk his ttrst bet And suddenly the fifty cent tip pre vtously bestowed upon the servitor seemed to one unexpectedly fallen heir to the princely fortune then In P. Syba rite's pockets the very iiadlr of beggar llncss. "Fete," said he with owlish gravity. ”1 begin to see thnt I have done you an Inexcusable Injustice." Giggling, the negro scratched hta head "Well, sub." lie admitted. "Ah finds that gemmun gen’ly does change they min* erbout me nftub they done cut er melon like " With the nlr of an emperor P. Sylw rite presented the negro with one f'.’v bill "And now"—tie cut short a storm of thanks "If you'll he good enough to give me Just cue more glass of chain pugue I think I'll totter home.” ••Yaa-subJ" In a twinkling a glass waa In hla band Aa If It wereaomuch water-tn short. Indifferently—P. Sybarite tossed It off. “Aad my hat" "To* hat?" Pet* Iterated In surprise “To' didn't loaf yo' hat wtf me. sub To' dono ink It wlf yo' when yo' went o pa tabs." “Oh!” murmured P. Rybarlte. dashed Ha turned to tho door, hesitated, turned back and solemnly sat himself down. "Peto,” aald he. extending hla right foot. "I wish you'd do something for me." "Tassiih!" "Take off tny shoe." Ktartng with nalva Incredulity until hla vision assured him of this gentle man's complete seriousness, tha negro plumped down upon his knees, unlaced aad removed the shoe ‘lt's a shocking shoo." observed P ftyharlle dreamily Bending forward, ho tucked hla ortg Inal five dollar note Into the too of the despised footwear “I am not going home broke." he ex pis I ned to Fete, "rs I certslaly shall If I go upstairs to find my hat." "I'd Just as leave's not go fetch yo' hat.” said Pete. “You needn't Imther." P. Sybarite re turned, with dignity. CHAPTER V. Ths Plunflsc. Alin MO It the moat cool and reck less Imaginable now possessed P. Sybarite The $735 tn bis pocket were possessed of s devil of restlessness After all. It was only $735. not a cent more than the wages, of forty-nine weeks' servitude to the genius of the vault of the smell! Ho be sat down at the end of the ta ble of bin first winnings and exchanged one of his seven big hills for 100 white chips. “What." he asked, with an Ingenuoiia smile. "Is the maximum?” “Heeln'a It's you." said the croupier, grinning, "we'll make It twenty a throw " "Much being the cane"-F. Sybarite pushed back the little army of white chlpe— "you may give me twenty dark brown counters for these.” In ten mlnutea he had loat S2OO. At the end of twenty minutes lie exchang ed his Inst $35 for seven brown chips Ten miuiites later he was worth SI,BOO, tn snotber ten hnd before him counters celling for $5,000 or there about* "It Is." he observed privately. “It must tie my day of days!" A hand touched hla shoulder and a quiet voice said. "Beg pardon”— He found at his elbow a large body es a man entirely surrounded by evening clothes and urbanity, whose face was broad, with plump cheeks particularly clean shnven. “You were asking for me. I be lieve?" pursued this person with com pleto suavity P. Sybarite pursed doubtful llpn “I'm nfrnld.' he replied pleasantly, “you have the advantage of me. I.et's see. this Is my thirty second birthday." The ball was spinning. He deposit ed four chips on the square oumhered thirty-two. “1 am Mr Fenfleld " "Really V" P. Sybarite Jumped up and cordially seized tils hand. "I hope I sen you well tonight." Releualug the band, he sat down. "Quite well, thauk you la fact, never better." With a slight amtle Mr Prnfleld nodded toward the gaming table. "Having a good time?" “Thirty two. red, even," observed the croupier. "Oh. tolerable, tolerable." aasented P. Sybarite, blandly accepting couut era that called for S7OO. "la one year from today I shall be thirty-three," he reckoned and shifted a maximum to the square designated by that num ber. "Horry a prior engagement obliged ms to keep you watting.” said Pen field. "Thirty three, hlark. odd." "Don't mention It," Insisted P. Syba rite politely. "Not another word of apology—l protest! Indeed. I’ve man aged to divert myself amazingly while waiting Thauk you." be lidded In acknowledgment of auother S7OO con algnment of chips 'Today," he mused loud. "Is the 13th of April"— ‘The Mth." corrected Mr. Fenfleld. "Today Is only shout two hours old." "Right you are." admitted P. Syba rite, shifting S2O from the thirteen to fourteen "Careless memory of mine " “Thirteen, black, odd ” 'There, now! You see—you spoiled my stm," P Sybarite complained pee vlshly “Forgive tne." murmured Mr. Pen field while P. Sybarite made another wager. "Are you lu a hurry to broak tha bank?" he added a moment later. "It's my ambition." modestly con feaned the little mau. watching a sec oud tweuty gathered In te the benefit of the house. "But I've ouly a few wlmites more- and you play such a small game!" "Perhaps l can arrange matters for you." suggested Mr Fenfleld. "You'd like the limit removed?" “Not as bud as all that. Make the maximum a hundred, and Fll begin to feel at home ” “Delighted to oblige You won't ob Ject to my rolling for you?” Fenfleld nodded to the croupier, who—first pay ing I', Sybarite seven hundred on his last wager, gave up his place "Not lu the least,” agreed P. Syba rite, aura baling hta chips la stacks of five—s2s each “It's an honor," he add ed. covering several numbers aa Pen field deftly set ball and wheel In m» tii'ii (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA. . Better ne on the job—Don't be out wasting your working hours, for opportunity knocks but once. WHAT A WOMAN DESERVES (By Beatrice Fairfax.) During their courtship a man treats hts sweetheart as If she were a child whose Ignorance of responsibility Is what attracts him. After marriage, lie demands that she be a woman grown, with shoulders broad enough to bear a woman's burden, and an un derstanding that is her portion. He never b-.irns thnt much which goes wrong is due to his insane be ginning. A man who signs himself "Perplex ed" writes: “After having been In business for tome time. 1 have commenced to keep company with a young woman five years my Junior, and have developed a great affection for her which 1 have reason to think la returned. "But now I find that iny business Is not progressing last enough; at least, not us expected, and I do not know just when I w ill be In position to think seriously of marriage. "Now, w hat I want to know Is. would It bo proper for me to explain my po sition to my friend, whose sterling qualities would quickly gain her other admirers, or shall I say nothing?" I love her dearly." Say nothing? Certainly, If you class her among the simple and feeble-mind ed! Stop paying her any attention without ihe explanation due her if you think she Is still a child, but If you have the sense of a grown man and realize that she has the brain and sym pathies of a woman and Is neither a baby nor a doll, go to her and tell her the truth and the whole truth, be ginning with the statement that you love her. That statement will always result tn a woman taking a chair, eager to hear the rest. There can be but one result: An appeal to a woman's understanding always gives her a better understand ing. "You have a brain In your head, and will understand what 1 am trying to tell you" Is what makes intelligent, thinking women of young girls. "You are Just a nice, pretty child, ami l don't want your foolish little head bothered with business." is what makes young girls develop Into the smirking young figureheads of society who are only saved by their social po sition from being classed as Idiots. They were once the fashion In femi ninity. There was a time when the Ideal w oman was as Incapable of think ing ns is the miniature sugar bride on top of a Wedding cake, but the day Is l>ust and gone, and the man of today who treats a woman as If she wen still of that period belongs away back there with the yesterdays. rv*n't he ot that number. Mr. Per plexed. Give your sweetheart credit for having a brain, and talk to her of your hopes ami your prospects ns ts she w ere an intelligent being Her sympathy will help you over the rough places. Her faith tn you will give you the courage to make today develop into a brighter tomorrow. WHEN OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS - —'• /nm</ ‘WATCHFUL WAITING” THURSDAY. MARCH 19.