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April !>•»•
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PROLOGUE.
‘'lt 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
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)
I*. Rybiirlt*- if moved bis gold and
thought fnlli inched It under oti* of the
cushions of Ills mb It seemed s lont;
cbanre to like with SIOO, but SIOO
wasn't a great deal, after all, to n
man ns flush ns lie. and lietter lose It
all. anlil lie. than make a noise like a
peripatetic mint In a den of thieves
and worse
The mb drswlnK up to the curb, out
I’ Sybarite bopped, a dollar In hand
for the chauffeur, and with It th. id
monition: "I'm keeping you. Walt II
I mnir out If I'm all night, and do ‘t
let your motor die. ’cnuae 1 may be in
a hurry "
••Cot' tin" sold the chauffeur ternelv.
and pocketing the bill, lighted a drn
rette
P. Sybarite held back an Instant to
Inspect (lie approach.
Rlnce till* wna n Sunday morning It
was decorously dull to the street, the
do<irs to tlie bur were closed. Slid the
lights within were low and drowsy
Even the side door, giving aereaa to
the corridor by which one gained the
“restanniut was dosed much of the
time.
▲ row of vehicles lined the curb,
among them a single taxicab of decent
appen ranee
Now, ns P Sybarite went to enter
Hutch House shadow* appeared on the
ground glass of the side door, mat
opening with a Jerk. It let out a gusli
mt fetid air and together with Heaped
ability on the prowl—lncognito, sly fur
tire of sir and In haste.
He paused for a hare Instant on the
threshold, affording P. Sybarite oppor
tunity for o good, long look.
*TTwo-thirty," enld lUvpectaMllty
fenaquely over his ahonlder.
The man liehtnd him growled an In
gtotlnct aflirmatlon. “Two-thirty; don’t
worry; Pll t>e on the Job."
“And take care of that boy."
“Grab It from me. boas, when he
Wakes up he won't know where he's
(Men "
The door closed, md Respectability
Was rudely jostled by P. Sybarite.
The ebony and gold cane of Heaped
ability quivered In mid air.
"Put down that cane, Mr. Brian
Bhay non," said P. Sybarite pearealdy.
“nnloas you want me to play horse
with you lu a way to let all New York
know how you spend your wee Bins'
hour*!"
With ■ gasp (pnidratly lowering bis
•tick) Mr. Shavnon brat to poor Into
the face exposed as P. Sybarite pushed
hnck hla but. stared an Instant, go*
Kline, wheeled about and dune heavily
toward his taxicab.
"The BlaarreT wheeted he to the
Cli.'i tiff our. and dodging In hanged the
door.
CHAPTER VIII.
Whtri Angela Fear to Tread.
A S for I*. Sybarite, he watched the
vehicle swing away and round
the corner of Seventh avenue,
a alight Ironic smile wreathing
his lips that had shown such hatred
With n sigh, shaking himself together,
be went into Dutch House.
The tnalu floor wns strewn with ta
blea, round which sat s motley gather
lug of gangsters, fools, women, coufl
deuce men. gambling touts and the
•prlnkllng of drunkards, for and by
whom the place was and la maintained
In Mil out among these eirculated
eorpa of ablebodled waiters, with soil
ed shirt bosoms. Iron Jaws and not In
frequently cauliflower ear*.
Spying out P. Sybarite, one of these
bore down upon him with an air of the
•soft flattering camuraderta.
DAY OF
DAYS
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
C«p>ri(ht. I*l2. by At Frank A. Muntry Co
Bht
“Well, bo," grunted he checrfuil;
polishing off the top of the table with
a saturated towel; "ytih don't come
round'* often n* y’uster."
"That'* b fai't," murmured P. Hyba
rite Where'* Red?”
"Mar.Wanui?” linked the waiter. la
ginning to believe that thi* strange
little creature must bn n "regular" of
the "bunch" one whone name end
face had slipped bln memory.
"November." !’. Sybarite corrected.
“Oh. he'a (dirkin' around pretty
busy tonight. Wouldn't fit** him. 'f I
wan yub, 'lean It'a somethin' extra."
"I make you," said the little man
"Rut this 1* hla business Tell him I
have a message for him. will yon?"
"Juat a* you say, lio." returned the
other cautiously. "Wlmt's It goln' to
bo? Bucket of grape or a tub of auda?
“Do I look like the foollah water* - '"
Inquired P. Sybarite with mild renent
tnenf. "Rack me up a shell of lather "
Then fell a brief lull In the melange
of roualr and tongues, during which n
boyish voice lifted up In clear remou
atranre at a table some three removed
from that at which P. Sybarite ant:
"But I don’t want anything more to
drink!"
P Sybarite looked that way. The
owner of the voice snow ngnln drown
cd outt was a youngster of apparent
ly twenty years not more—clean of
limb find feature, with n hot flush
dlacolorlnc his good looking faee. a
hectic glitter In hla eyes and a stub
horn atnile on Ida ll|m lie was plain
ly Intoxicated, hut na yet at a atage
sufficiently mild to admit of hla recog
nixing the self evident truth, that lie
needed not another drop.
Vet hla ootnpanlonH would have him
drink more deeply. Of these one was
a woman, handsome. In a daring and
eoatly gown and aa yet not ao old. but
In whoao eyes flickered a curious,
febrile glare. *
The other waa a man alngularly
handsome In n foreign way—ltalian, at
an Indifferent guess -alight and grace
ful of iierson In well tailored If some
what slushy clothing, displaying too
much Jewelry.
The music stopped altogether for a
time, and agajji the boy’m voice rang
out clearly:
"Tell you—’v# had enough I don't
want lie down Jus* for few minute
I'm goln’ ait here till then# ah- foolish
legs o’ mine straighten 'emaolvea out.
then 'in going home.”
"Here's your beer. b<*" P. Sybarite's
wnlter announced
"Keep your change," aald the guest,
tendering a quarter.
“Tanks," with a look of surprise
"There's Red now."
"Where?"
“Over there with the eklrt and the
kid souse Yuh kin soo for yonraeli
he's busy. D'yuh wnnt I sh'u'd stii
him up now?"
"Oh, yes," said P. Byhartt* In tin
tone of one recognising an ovarslght
"What's doing over there—anything
he proceeded casually.
The waiter favored him with a hard
stare "Red November's business ain’t
none’r mine,” he growled curtly.
“Oh," said the little man hastily, "1
was only wondering Hut 1 wish you
would slip Ited the high atgn. All 1
want Is one word with him."
“All right. You're on."
Slouching off, the man at length
mustered up courage to touch Red's
elbow. The gangster turned sharply. :i
frown replacing the smile which had
Illumined Ills attempts to overcome the
boy's recently developed aversion to
drink. The wslter murmured In his
private ear.
ITomptly P Sybarite received s
•harp look from eye* ns hlsck and
hnrd as shoe buttons, and with equa
nimby endured It-even went to the
length of a nod accompanied by his
quaint. Ingratiating smile A courtesy
Ignored completely, the dark eye# veer
ed bark to the waiter's face.
He shuffled hack, scowling, reported
sulkily ' Sava you gotta wait" and turn
ed away In answer to a summons from
another table
Pnruflled. r Sybarite sipped his
beer -sipped It sparingly and not with
out misgivings, but sedulously to keep
In character as a familiar of the dive.
"I won't that's flat!' I refuse posi
tively—go upstairs—sleep It off. I’m
a’rtght—give you m'word- In the head
Ail tuy trouble's—these mutinous dogs
of legs Hut I’ll make 'em mind, yet
Trust me"—
And again the habel blotted out the
boy's utterance,
Bui P. Sybarite h»d experienced a
sudden rush of Intelligence to the
bead
Could this, by any chance, be "that
boy” who, Mr Rrinn Shaynon had
been assured, wouldn't kuow where
he'd been when lie waked? Was an
attempt to Insure that desired consum
mation through the agency of a drug
being made In the open restaurant?
If not. why whs Hed November neg
lectlng all other affairs to press drink
upon a man who knew wtien he had
enough? If so. what might tie the ua
ture of the link connecting the hoy
with the "Job" to tie on which at half
pas? 2 November bad covenanted with
Briau sjUaj uoul
What Incriminating knowledge could
this la»y possess to render old Shaynon
willing that Ids memory should lie
expurgated by such a mind and nerve
shattering agent na the knoek out drop
of White l.lght commerce?
It aeemed unlikely that the hoy could
get away against the wishes of the
gnng leader, however steadfastly he
might aland upon hi* determination to
drink no more F'or nothing was to he
hoped for from the balance of the
company. They would not lift a hand
to Interfere
Testimony In support of this Infer
ence P. Sybarite reeelvi*! within the
next few minutes, when the liny’s tern
per abruptly veered from good nsturod
olaluracy to open Irritation.
"No!" he cried In n high voice, and
with an Impntlcnt movement struck
the glass from November's hand.
Though It went to the floor with a
splintering eraali. the Incident attract
ed little more than casual glances from
those at the other tables.
November’s countenance, however,
turned gray with anger beneath hla ol
Ive color Momentarily hla glancp
clashed with the woman's. At the
same time he flashed a like warning
to his two followers nt the next table.
At this P. Sybarite roae and non
rhalnntly moved over to November
His approach remarked by the latter
with an evil leer, by the woman with
a start of consternation, by the boy
with sodden suspicion.
With relief P. Sybarite noted aymp
toms of this dawning distrust. It
made the problem simpler, to have tbo
hoy alive to bis |ieril
“I’ve a message for you—a hurry call
—won't keep"—
"Well?" snapped the gangster.
"What’s It about? Spit It out!”
“Why. Nelln says"— P. Sybarite be
gan deliberately and paused to cough
politely behind his hand, and leaned
confidentially over the table.
At this Juncture the hoy pushed back
hla chair and rose.
"Pardon me, m’ dear; I'm goln’
home," he said thickly to the woman.
“Ah. sit down." Interrupted Noveio
mer quickly, pitching hla protest ac
cents to a key of cajolery unlike the
tone with which he bad greeted P.
Sybarite-'“alt down and have another.
What's your hurry?"
"No,” the boy Insisted. "Pm going
home. Le' me alone.”
"Nella,” P. Sybarite Interrupted In an
Imperative tone; and succeeded mo
mentarily In distracting Novembers
attention—“Nella says to tell you she
wants you -now—lmmediately. Do
you get that?"
"D—n Nella!" snapped the gnng
leader. "Tell bar to go to the devil.
P. Sybarite Tipped Up tha Table.
And you"—he menaced P. Sybarite
with a formidable look—“you slide
outa here—ln a hurry! See?"
With this, riatng til Ilia place, he put
forth a hand to grasp the arm of the
boy, who whs sullenly pushing past
the woman.
"Walt!" he Insisted. "You can't go
before you pay up”—
Whipping from Ids pocket a note (of
what denomination he never knew
but It was large), P Sybarite slapped
It down upon the table
“That’ll pay whatever he owes," he
announced; and to the boy: "Clear
out - quick do you bear? while
you’ve got a chance”—
"What business Is it of yours?” No
vember demanded, turning upon him
furiously.
With an enigmatic smile, P. Syba
rite dexterously tipped up his side of
the table, and. overturning It. caught
tha gangster unprepared for any such
maneuver, and pinning him. squirm
ing, in the angle of wall nnd floor.
Immediately the woman came to her
feet shrieking, while the little man
sclred the befuddled hoy nnd swuug
him toward the door.
Simultaneously, November's heneb
men at the adjoining table leaped into
the brawl with an aim that sent
their chairs clattering back upou the
floor
Hut In his mngnlflceut assurance, P.
Sybarite had foreseen and plauned cun
ningly against precisely that same
emergency. Ao sooner had he sent the
boy staggering on Ids way than he
w hirled completely round with a ready
guard, su'd In no more than the very
wink of exigence
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
An element of nobility must come
into our political life, our government,
our legislation, our Journalism u
will come to us through our women
and our workmeu.—Henrik Ibsen.
fHE AUGUSTA HERALD. AUGUSTA, GA.
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Tat ovf.ee.
PERPETUAL MOTION
Father Oaillard, locksmith and me
chanic In the vllluge of la Saulale,
was a very smart old fellow. No one
In the whole neighborhood for many
miles around had ever seen his equal
fur repairing all kinds of machinery,
no matter bow modern or complicat
ed. lie had even made himself, out
of all kinds of odds and ends, a com
plete automobile, which, though It
could not perhaps compare with a
Panhard or Daimler, worked wonder
fully well and never got out of order.
Motorists who broke down near In
Saulale unanimously proclaimed Hall
iard a marvel of Ingenuity nnd re
sourcefulness and regretted the fact
that they rould not always arrange
to break down within reach of his
shop.
Besides being a smart mechanic,
Galllnnl was a Jolly, pleasant old fel
low, fond of a chat and a social glass
of wine and exceedingly popular with
everybody.
The people of la Soulale said that
he had only one fault and tliat was
his mad idea thnt he was able to con
struct a perpetual motion ma-chlne anil
the older ho grew the stronger grew
also his conviction, until his friends
became quite worried about him. Ibe
one who worried most was his daugh
ter Jeanne, a pretty girl with a pi
quant little pug nose, sparkling eyes
and a perfect fllfure.
In vain all the wise acres of the
neighborhood, the school teacher, the
priest, the doctor and the government
road Inspector and surveyor told old
Halliard he was simply wasting his
time trying to solve a problem that
could not he solved, that he might as
well pour water Into a bottomless bar
rel. Ho was as stubborn as a male
and refused to listen.
"My Idea." he said, "Is to make a
mill driven not by water but by leaden
shot such as you use In your guns. A
current of shot will turn the wheel and
all I have to do Is lo Invent « way to
make the shot raise Itself to Its origi
nal position above the wheel.”
"That ought not to be difficult," said
the ignorant peasants, "anil there is
no doubt that a smart fellow like
you can make that work," And the
approval of these common people
cheered up Halliard wonderfully.
He locked himself up for hours at
a time in his workshop at the bottom
of the yard and invented more nndj
more Improvements on his wonderful
mill. But In sptte of the perfectly
balanced wheel, the splendid ball bear
ings. and the most expensive lubricat
ing oil It did not come up to his ex
pectations. it would work perfectly
for a few moments but then It would
slow- down and finally stop altogether.
The inventor grew more and more
miserable and tore his hair In despair
at every new failure.
"Oh.” he would sigh, "if I could
only make it work for an hour!"
"Why don't you give It up?" said hla
neighbor Jollot. a young watchmaker
who had recently moved into the vil
lage, "it will no more run for an
AND SO IT GOES
hour than for a century.”
“Really you ought to have more
sense, father," said Jeanne. “You
have plenty of paying work and with
butter at Its present price, you ought
to attend strictly to your business.’’
“That Is right,” said Jollot. "Mad
emoiselle Jeanne is always right."
He was very much in love with
Jeanne and spent considerable of his
time courting her and as he was a
handsome and gay young fellow he
was quite successful.
But Kaillard would hear nothing
of their marriage.
"She will marry only the man who
invents a perpetual motion machine
or who helps me to Invent one," he
said.
"In that case.” said Jollot, “I am
very much afraid Mademoiselle Jean
ne will die an old maid.”
Seeing, however, that it was Impos
sible to persuade the old man, Jollot
suddenly changed tactics and begun to
humor him.
"I have thought the matter over,”
ho said one day, ' and being In the me
chanic line myself, 1 have come to the
conclusion thnt there Is no reason why
It should be impossible to niuke such a
machine on your plan."
"I thought you would see it," ex
claimed Halliard delighted. "I give
you my word that I will accept you
ns my son-in-law the very dny you
prove to me that you have succeeded."
A few days later Jollot came rush
ing into Halliard's workshop crying:
"I shall make it work. I will be a
success. Come and see for yourself.
It will be a success as soon as I have
finished It. But I need your work
sbop and the model of your mill and
you must promise me to let me have
the key and not come near me or this
place until I am ready."
Halliard willingly consented and
Jollot went to work. For a week he
spent all his time in the shop, tak
ing his meals with Oaillard and Jean
ne to save time.
One day at dinner he snld;
If I make the machine run for half
ar. hour, will that satisfy you that l
have succeeded, Oaillard ?’’
"Certainly," said Halliard. "It it will
run for half an hour It will run for
d er-
The next day in the afternoon he
came out beaming with Joy.
"It is ready for your Inspection.
Guiilard."
Oaillard jumped to his feet and ran
into the workshop where he found the
mill running a little slowly but evi
dently gathering speed. It went on
smoothly for over half an hour and
Oaillard wept with Joy.
• Now- I shall die content," he cried.
"Jeanne come and see the machine.
"I think Jeanne went to the grocer
a little while ago." said Joliot. “And
now will you let me publish the
hanns?"
Halliard looked at th* mill which
was still running swiftly and said:
“Any time you want to. Just look
alter that yourself.”
Jollot didn't waste any time, but in
hi? haste to get out of the shop ran
against the table and nearly upset
the mili which immediately stopped.
"What a clumsy fool I am,” he cried,
"now all my efforts are lost. I shall
have to begin ell over again. The
machine is so delicately balanced, the
least Jar upsets it.”
“Oh, never mind,” said Gailtard,
“the principle is established. That is
the essential thing. The rest Is only
a matter of patience."
“That is true,” assented Joliot, "I
shall soon get it repaired.”
But he kept the shop as tightly
locked as before.
The wed ing was celebrated with
HAS AMBITION TO FOLLOW
OPERATIC CAREER
W * , - • 7.. • ,
k
h
LADY DUFFERIN.
London.—Next month London will
see the debut of Lady Dufferin as a
public singer.
The Marchioness of Dufferin, who
before her njarriage to the Earl of
Avon was Miss Flora Davis of New
York, is said to have a trained voice
of rare soprano quality and enormous
power.
To her Intimate friends Lady Dul
ferin is said to have confided her am
bition to follow an operatic career.
She explained by saying that as she
had given up her earlier life to the
rearing of her three children and as
they no longer required her absolute
attention, she felt Justified in follow
ing her great ambition. She says
that her career as a singer is of more
interest to her than the social life
as the wife of a British peer.
MONDAY. MARCH 23.
a great feast and everybody con
gratulated the happy young couple
who had conquered Gaillard’s stub
bornness. After the wedding break
fast Gaillard asked for the key ot
the shop, which his son in law read
ily turned over to him, and he went
inside to examine the mill. It did not
take him long to discover that one of
the legs, of the table had been hollow
ed out to give room for a shaft which
connoted with a crank outside in tha
rear of the shop, very cleverly conceal
ed. He had been cheated, done. At
first he grew furious but then tha
tears came into his eyes.
“Don’t be sad, father,” said Jeanna
who had followed behind him with her
husband and threw her arms around
his neck. “It was I who turned tha
crank that awful long half hour. Wa
Just had to cheat.
“Love is worth more than mechan
ics." said Jollot.
But the disappointed inventor re
fused to be comforted.
THE END OF A GREAT CAREER.
He had often been in battle and es
caped without a scratch;
He had met stampeded cattle and
been muen more than their
match;
He had roughed it in Alaska, and
escaped without a bruise
When a cyclone in Nebraska blew the
laces from his shoes.
He had been a reckless rover and had
lived in many lands;
He had driven camels over great Sa
hara's burning sands;
He had been a deep sea diver —not
because he liked it, though—
He had also started five or six re
volts in Mexico.
He had been a Texas ranger and a
daring army scout;
He had been through every danger
you have ever read about;
He had been an aviator and a reck
less steeplejack;
From the poles to the equator he had
traveled and come back.
He could almost freeze one's marrow
when he had the wish to try;
His escape was mighty narrow when
he was a Russian spy;
But he’ll wade no more through
slaughter, for he abed his mor
tal roil
When he drank a glass of water that
his wife forgot to boll.
—Chicago Record-Herald.
NOT SO LONESOME.
The new summer boarder gazed
over the picturesque New Hampshire
landscape, then slowly fading put of
sight and noted the absence of (•uses
"It's beautiful! Grand!" said'he to
the boss farmer, who was standing
close by. "But, aren’t you lonesome
—so far from the village and no neigh
bors?”
"Lomesome!” echoed the farmer. In
genuine astonishment. “Why,, on a
clear day we can see Mount Wash
ington ! "-—Everybody’s.
■ »— —
VERY SERIOUS INTENTIONS.
"See here, young man.” said the
stern parent as he entered the parlor,
“you have been calling on my (laugh
ter rather frequently ot late. Are you
Intentions serious?
‘‘They certainly are. sir" answered
the young man “I'm trying to in
duce her to exchange $l5O and her old
piano for a new one." —Chicago New*