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WEDNESDAY. MARCH 29.
THE DA Y OF DA YS
PROLOGUE.
“It breaks the speed limit to
■mithereens.’’
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)
“She didn’t disappear, really. She’s
been staying with friends—told me a*,
herself. That’s all the foundation the
paper had for Its story.”
“Of course,” P. Sybarite aaid me
chanically. “And she told you she
meant to marry Bayard Shaynon!”
“She said she'd promised. And that,”
the boy broke out, “was wbat drove
me crazy. He's-he's—well, you know
what he Is.”
"His father’s son,” said P. Sybarite
gloomily.
“He was there tonight—the old man
too. And, after what Marian had told
me, I just couldn't trust myself to
meet or speak to either of them. So I
bolted back here, took a stiff drink,
changed from costume to these clothes
and weg* out to make a besotted ass
of myself. Naturally I aimed for
Dutch House. And there the first
thing I noticed when I went In was
«ld Shaynon sitting at the same table
you took. I spoke to him, but be
Wouldn't recognize me—simply glared.
Presently Red November came in. and
they went upstairs together. So I
stuck around, hoping to get hold of
Red and make him drunk enough to
tulk. Curiously enough, when Shfl.v
non left Red came directly to my table
and sat down. But by that time I'd
had some champagne on top of whis
ky. and when he tried to lnslat on my
drinking more I got scared, feeling
what I'd had as much as I did.”
“There’s some sort of shenanigan
brewing or my first name's Peter, the
same as yours—which I wish It was so.
Be quiet a bit and leave me think.”
For a little while P. Sybarite sat pon
dering with vacant eyes.
“What time does this Hadley-Owen
party break up?”
“Not till daylight.”
“That settles it I’m going. You
say you've got a costume of some sort
here? I’ll borrow It.”
“Heaven knows you're welcome,
but”—
“But what?"
"You have no Invitation.”
Rising, P. Sybarite smiled loftily.
“Don’t worry about that I’ve an open
sesame In my pocket to cajole almost
any door in New York."
**•»*• •
Late enough In all conscience was
the last guest to arrive for the Hadley
Owen masquerade.
Already town cars, carriages and
private busses were being called for
and departing with their share of the
more seasoned and sober sided revel
ers.
More and more frequently the ele
vators. empty but for their attendants,
were flying up to the famous ballroom
floor of the Bizarre, to descend heavy
laden with languid, laughing parties
of gayly costumed ladles and no less
brilliantly attired gentlemen prince
and pauper, empress and shephei%ess
cavalier and monk, milkmaid and
mountebank; all veary yet reluctanl
in tbelr going.
And at this hour a smallish gentle
man, in an old style Inverness ofern
coat that cloaked him to his ankles,
with an opera hat set jauntily ft wee
bit askew on his bead, a mask of
crimson silk covering bis face from
brows to Ups, slipped silently like
some sly. sinister shadow, through the
Fifth avenue portals of the Biaarre.
All the cars were still at the top. ac
cording to the bronze arrows of their
telltale dials. The late arrival held up
patiently, but. after an Instant’s de
liberation. doffed his hat, crushed It
flat, slipped out of his voluminous
cloak and beckoned a liveried attend
ant.
In the costume thus disclosed he cut
an Impish figure. "Satan on the half
shell," Peter Kenny had christened
him.
A dress coat of black satin fitted P.
Sybarite more neatly than him for
whom It had been made. I* or bouton
niere he wore a smoldering ember—so
trup an Imitation that at first he him-
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
self i> i • ■! ■ ■
Literally to crown nil. tils ruby I
win* twisted upwind from ouch temi
In n cornu ted fnidtlnu tlint win* nn>
vividly picturesque.
"here." lie said, surrendering li t
and coat to the servitor before the lat
ter could remonstrate, "Hike and die
tlyse for me. please. I shan't lie golng
for some time yet."
'•Sorry, sir. but the clonk room down
'prp's closed, sir. You’ll have to check
them on the ballroom floor."
"No matter.” said the little man. and.
groping In a pocket, he produced a dol
lar bill and tendered It to ready (In
gers, "you keep ’em for me down here
It’ll mre time when I'm ready to go."
“Very good. sir. Thank you.” And
P. Sybarite ascended to the ballroom
Pausing in the anteroom, he strnd
an artificial pose on his high red heel
and stroked thin, satiric lips with Blen
der fingers, reviewing the crush with
eyes that glinted light hearted malice
through the scarlet vizor; seeking a
certain one and finding her not aimin'.'
these many about him—their gay ex
otic trappings half hidden beneatl
wraps of modern convention they had
assumed against Impending departure.
CHAPTER X.
Such Stuff as Plots Are Made Of.
TURNING to one side. P. Syba
rite began to pick a slow way
through the press, and so
presently he found himself
shoulder to shoulder with elderly and
pompous Respectability In a furred
greatcoat, who. all ready for the street
with shining topper poised at breast
level, had delayed his going for an In
stant's guarded confabulation with a
I
Saw at Hia Elbow a Small, Attentive
Body.
youngish man conspicuous in this, ttw
he was in simple evening dress. Their
backs were toward P. Sybarite.
Little enough he profited by his opei
eavesdropping: wbat he heard was
scarcely Illuminating when applied to
the puzzle that haunted him.
“She won't—that’s flat." Respectabl!
tty's companion announced in a sillier
voice.
By the tone of this last Beelzebub
knew that it issued from an ugly twist
,ed mouth.
“But,” Respectability insisted hear
Jly, “you’re sure you’ve done your best
to persuade her?”
“She won't listen to reason.”
“Well—everything’s arranged. You
have me to thank for that.”
“Oh,” sneered the younger man,
“you've done a lot. you have!"
And then, moving to give way to an
other making toward the elevators.
Brian Shaynon discovered at his elbow
that small attentive body In sinister
scarlet and black.
“Well met!” P. Sybarite saluted him
gayly. “Are you Indeed off so early
upon my business?”
“Who the devil are you?” Shaynon
demanded so stormlly that hends turn
ed curiously bis wuy. “I demand to
Htnow. Remove that mask. Imperti
nent”—
"Mask?” purred Beelzebub In a tone
of wonder. “I wear no mask.’’
"No mask!” stammered the older
man, confused.
"Nay, 1 am frankly what I am—old
evil's self.” P. Sybarite explained
blandly. "But you, Brian Shaynon.
yon go always mssked, waking or
sleeping. Hypocrisy’s your lifelong
mask. You see the distinction, old
servant?”
Beelzebub laughed provoklngly and
deftly wormed his way through the
press to the dancing floor Itself.
As for the younger man—he of the
ugly, twisted mouth—P. Sybarite was
content to bold him In reserve to be
dealt with later at bis leisure. For the
present bis business pressed with the
waning night
On the famous floor twelve score
couples swung sod swayed te the In
toxlcatlng rhythms of an unseen or
cbestra.
Searching narrowly each fair face
that flashed past In another’s arms, be
waited with seeming patience. A ran
corous discontent gnawed at bis fata
ished heart
But of a sudden he forgot self pity
and vain repining In the discovery of
the one particular woman swinging
dizzily past In the arms of an incroy
able, whose giddy plumage served onlj
te render the more striking her ei
pulslte fairness and the fine 'simplicity
of her costume.
For she was all In the black and
white uniform of a Itlesslngton shop
girl, black skirt and blouse, stocking'
and pumps, relieved h.v showy linen at
throat and wrists, with at waist the
white patch of her tln.v lace and linen
apron.
Her gaze veered to his silent slid
aloof figure, and for an Instant hi'
eyes held hers At once, to Ills con
sternntlon. the hot blood stained her
lovely face from throat to brow.
Then, nodding with an air of friend
ly dtllldenee. she flashed him a strange
perplexing smile and was swept on
and away.
For a thought he checked his breath
In stupefaction Had she. then, recog
nlzed him? Was It possible that her In
tuition had been keen enough to pierce
his disguise, visor and all?
Rut the next moment he could have
sworn In chagrined appreciation of hi
colossal stupidity Of course! lib
costume was that worn by Peter Ken
ny earlier In the evening.
So. after all. her emotion had beer
due solely to embarrassment and re
grot for the pain she had caused pool
Peter by refusing his offer of mnr
rtnge!
In good time the music ended, and
near a great, high window wide to the
night the breathless shop girl had drop
ped Into a ehnlr.
At Beelzebub's approach the" tneroy
able, perhaps mindful of obligations
tn another quarter, bowed and moved
otr. leaving the field temporarily quite
clear.
She greeted him with a faint recur
renee of her former blush.
“Why. Peter!” she cried, and so set
the sesl of confirmation on his surmise
as to her misapprehension. "1 was won
dering what had become of you
Thought you must have gone home."
"Peter did go home," P. Sybarite af
firmed. bending over her hand.
“You—you’re not Peter Kenny?"
“No more than yon are Molly Lea
sing.”
“Molly Lessing! What do you know?
Who can you be? Why are you
masked?"
"Is It permitted?” be asked, taking
the tiny printed card of dance engage
ments that dangled from her fingers
by its silken thong.
His lips hardened as he read the In
ltials penciled opposite the last dance;
they were “B 8."
“Bayard Shaynon?” he queried.
She assented with a nod, her brows
gathering.
Coolly, with the miniature pencil at
tached to the card, he changed the
small, faint B to a large, black P
strengthened the S to correspond and
added to that “ybarlte;” then, with a
bow, returned the card.
“You-Mr. Sybarite!"
“I, Miss Rlesslngton.”
“But—oh. Incredible!” she cried. “I
can't believe you.”
Facing her, be lifted his scarlet vizor,
meeting her stare with his wistful and
diffident smile.
“Miss Blesslngton,” he pursued serl
•usly, “If you have patience to listen
to what I’ve been through since we
parted In Thirty-eighth street”— En
couraged by her silence, be told her
of the night's hapiienlngs. “And all.
It appears, that 1 might come at last
to beg a favor of you. .1 am about to
transgress your privacy with a ques
tlon—two. tn fact Will you tell me.
please. In confidence why you refused
my cousin. Peter Kenny, when be ask
ed you to marry him?”
Coloring, she met Ida eyea honestly.
“Because— Why, It was so utterly
absurd. He’s only u boy. Besides, I
don’t care for him—that way.”
“You care for some one else—‘that
way? 1 "
“Tes,” said the girl softly, averting
her face.
“Is It Mr. Bayard Shaynon?’’
“No," she replied after a perceptible
pause.
“But yon have promised to marry
him 1"
"It was my father’s wish.”
“And yet—you don’t like him?”
Looking steadily before her, the girl
said tensely, “1 loathe him.”
"Then," cried P. Sybarite In a Joyful
voice, "I may tell you something. You
needn't marry him.”
She tamed startled eyes to ble. In
credulous.
“Need not?"
“1 should have said cannot”
Through the loud hum of voices
that, filling the room, had furnished u
cover for their conversation, sounded
the opening hart of music for the final
dance. The girl rose suddenly, eyes
Ilk* stars aflame In a face of enow.
“This way," said P Sybarite, Indi
cating the wide window near by.
Immediately Marian Bleaelngton
slipped through the hangings, and,
turning, beckoned P. Sybarite to fol
low to the balcony.
"There’s no one here,” she an
nounced in accents tremulous with ex
citement when he Joined her. "Now
—now tell me what you mean I"
“One moment,’’ be warned her gent
ly, turning back to face the opening
Just as It was darkened by another
figure.
The man with the twisted mouth
(tood there, peering blindly Into the
aemlobscurity
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
“I SAW IT IN THE HERALD”
fHE AUGUSTA HERALD. AUGUSTA, GA.
Alleged Calhoun Slayer
Will Be Brought Back
Sensational Case Expected to
Be Cleared Up By His
Confession.
..
Calhoun, Gs.—Charles Clmpmnn. who !
la wanted here for alleged complicity
In the mysterious murder of Sid Chap
man, la now under nrreat In I>ade coun
ty mid will he brought to Chatta
nooga tonight, where Sheriff laind. of
Gordon, will take him In charge. This
la the newa received here and It mark.*
an Important development In the j
acnautlonal murder of last Saturday.
It la believed that Charles Chap
man la the inlawing link and that a
confeaalon from him will clear up the
deep myatery that ao far has sur
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The two women In Jail here atlll
reflate to admit that they have any
connection kith the crime. Mrs.
Starnes, a gray-halred woman of
nearly 60, presents a pathetic spec
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insists that she Is Innocent. When
her daughter. Miss Mary Starnes, of
Chattanooga, visited her thle morn
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“Mary," she said, "they are going
to hang me nnd I am Innocent, but
when you sec me on the gallows with
the rope around my neck retnembet
that 1 never took the life of my
brother, Sid."
The young womnn prisoner sayt
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