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SIX April !>•»• 14 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. .. ~ ~ i j t:, r. | (=SYS HIS Bagging, /=> *ith h&ns. egs- c- -— ’ / oh -Things \ ( OS HHVC i / WEREN'T ) /?' " --.r-- up bit UETfllNfcfc (ST , 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*