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A Story of Romantic New York.
(Continued From Last Week.)
arr*opsis of preceding chap-
THE reader will remember that P.
Sybarite, a poor clerk, goes to see
-Kismet" with its romantic sug
gestion that a magic '■•Day of Days,"
when all things are possible, may come
to any one. With the theme of the play |
still in bis mind. Sybarite's own ad-!
ventures begin. Molly Lessing, a
beautiful girl living in his boarding
boose, is spirited away before his eyes
by a man with a twisted mouth. Sy
barite's search for the girl leads him
to a gambling house, where he wins a
small fortune, to . the home of Mrs. j
Jefferson Inche, a notorious character,;
whom he learns is secretly married to j
the man with the twisted mouth, and i
to a dive in the tenderloin, where be j
comes upon his rich young cousin,
Peter Kenny. During the eventful
uieht he learns - that Molly Less
lug is in reality Marian Blessington,
heiress to the department store where
she has been working under an as
sumed name, and that she is betrothed
to the man with the twisted mouth
son of her guardian, Brian Shaynon.
He follows the girl to a masque ball
and tells her the facts of young Shay
• '- •
RED NOVEMBER was one who had
shot down his man in cold blood
• on the steps of the Criminal
courts building, and, through the favor
of the organization that breeds such
pests, escaped scot free. Knowing
well the nature and the power of the
mail, the primal thought of the men
in the room had been to flee the place
before bullets began to fly. In blind
panic like that of sheep they rose and
surged toward the outer doors.
November himself struggling up
from beneath the table, was caught
and swept en willy-nilly. Before his
enraged vision P.; Sybarite . was win
ning away the boy.
Maddened, the gang leader managed
to free his right arm and send a hap
hazard shot after them.
With a thick sob the boy reeled and
swung against the wall as sharply; as
though he had been struck with a
sledge hammer. .':"".'
Whimpering with rage, P. Sybarite !
tagged at the automatic Mrs. Inche
had given him. but it stuck fast,
caught in the lining of his coat pocket. j
Most happily before he could get it!
In evidence the door was thrust
sharply in. and through it with a rush
materialized that most rare of metro:
politan phenomena policeman on
Young and ardent, with courage as
unique as his timeliness, he demanded
in the voice of an Irish stentor:
"What's all this? What's all this!
."Arrest that man," replied Sybarite
—"Red November— the gun in his
The patrolman swung on toward the
youngster—and P. Sybarite plucked
the boy by the sleeve and drew him
quickly to the sidewalk.
By the never to be forgotten grace
of Kismet his taxicab was precisely
where he had left it, the chauffeur on
the seat -
"Are you badly hurt?" he asked the
"Not badly," gasped the boy—"shot
through : the shoulder—can wait for
treatment—must keep out of the pa
pers"— » '" ■ ;.; |
■- . ■ - ■-
'Right.'" P. Sybarite jerked open i
the door and his charge stumbled into
the cab. '
They tumbled in upon the floor— \
both of them—and picked themselves
up in time to close the door only when
they were swinging on two wheels
round the corner of Seventh avenue.
Where are we?" asked the boy
. - -•..-.- .■■■..-.•
P. Sybarite took observations.
Forty-seventh, near Sixth avenue,"
he reported finally.
"Good, we'll be home in five min
utes." . j
"Yes; I herd by my lonesome."
"Praises be!" muttered P. Sybarite,
" Think you can hold out.that long?"
"How did you • get into this mess?"'
asked P. Sybarite."
"Just by way of being a natural
THE DAY OF DAYS
. "Oh. well! What has Red Novem
ber got on you to make him so
. "Nothing, as« far as I \ know; unless
it was Brian Shaynon's doing"—
"Friend of yours?"
' Not exactly."'
The accent : of P. Sybarite's laugh
rendered the disclaimer conclusive. •
"Glad to. hear that," said the ' boy
gravely. "I'd despise to be beholden
to any friend of his." •*.'**
* "Well. * * * But what's the
trouble between you and old man
"To begin withl went to a party
tonight." . ' '/
"I know," said P. Sybarite, with a
quiet chuckle; "the Hadley-Owen
masquerade." ■ v'".-'
"How did you . know?"
"I'm a bit mad I -wasn't invited.
Everybody T know or meet—almost—
is either bidden to that party or knows
somebody who is. Forgive the inter
ruption. * '■"* * Anyway," he added,
"we're here." v
The taxicahwas drawing up before
an apartment house entrance.
Hastily recovering his hoard of
gold pieces P. Sybarite jumped out
and presented one to the ; driver.
"This was a charge - call."
"I know," said P. Sybarite apolo
getically; "but this is for you."
"Good God!" cried the chauffeur.
A liveried hallboy opened the door.
A second waited in the. elevator.
Promptly ascending, they were set
down at one of the upper floors.
Throughout the boy carried himself
with never a quiver, his countenance
composed and betraying what pain he
suffered only to eyes keen to discern
its trace of pallor. He addressed the?
"By the way, Jimmy, call up Doctor
Higgins and tell him I've an attack of
indigestion and will be glad if he'll
turn out and see if he can't fix me up
for the night."
"Very good, Mr. Kenny."
Once in the comfortably furnished
! sitting room a very little snipping and
I slashing sufficed to do away with the
i shoulder and sleeve of the boy's coat,
exposing a blood stained shirt. And
then, at the instant when P. Sybarite
was noting with relief that the stain
showed both in-black and in front, the
"Doctor Higgins isn't in yet," said a
strange voice. "Any message?"
"Tell him Mr. Kenny needs him at
the Monastery, and the matter's ur
gent. * * * Doctor not in," he re
ported superfluously, returning to cut
away collar, tie, shirt and undershirt.
"Never mind, I shouldn't be surprised
iif we could manage to do without "him
! after all." (
I "Meaning it's not so bad?"—
"Meaning," said the other, exposing;
the naked shoulder, "I'm beginning to
hope you've had a marvelously narrow |
At the base of Mr. Kenny's neck,
well above the shoulder blade, dark
blood was welling slowly from an ugly
puncture. And in front there was a
corresponding puncture, but smaller.
And presently his deft and gentle fin
gers, exploring the folds of the boy's
undershirt, closed upon the bullet it
self. . :-;/: ,\ ...; |
"I don't believe,". he announced, dis
playing his find, "you deserve such
"I told you I wasn't so badly
"God's good to the Irish!"
"How'd you know I was Irish?" de
manded the patient.
"By yourself's name," quoth P. Sy
barite in a thick brogue as natural as
grass, while he worked away busily.
" 'Tis black Irish, and well I know it.
'Twas me mither's maiden name
Kenny. She had a brother, ' Michael
he was and be way ay bein' a c rich
contractor in this very town as ever
was, before he died God rist his
sow!! .He i left two children—a young
leddy, who misspells her name -M-a-e
A-l-y-s—keep still!,—and Peter yersilf,
me cousin, if it's not mistaken I am."
"The Lord save us!" said the boy.
"You're never Percy Sybarite!"
P. Sybarite winced. "Not so loud!"
he ; pleaded in a stage whisper. * "Some
one might hear you. lam that man
you named— prithee, Percy me no
Percevals, • an' you'd be my friend. For
15 •' years I've kept .. my hideous se
cret well. If it becomes public
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' '■'"»• ■ ■»■■■'■■■ .k 4.
now. * • •., -;;.: •
"I didn't know you were •in New
"Your mother and Mac Alys -knew
itbut kept it quiet,- the same as me,"
said the , little man. '."- "Let's see; when
I*;.saw you last you were the only au
thentic child pest of your day and gen-
ration—six or seven;: at' most. How
long have you been out of college
"A year—-not quite." ,
-. "And sporting. bachelor rooms jof
your own!" :; ,
"I'm of . age. Besides, if« you must
know, mother and Mac Alys are both
dotty on the society game, and I'm not.
I won't be , rushed round to pink teas
andand all that sort of thing.*'
"Far more wholesome than pink
■whiskers at Dutch ? House."
You don't understand—
"No; but I mean to."
"Well :* Peter Kenny confessed
sheepishly. "I'm in love"
"And you proposed to her tonight
at the ball?"
"She refused you."
"So you decided to do the manly
thinggo out and polute yourself
"That's about the size of it," Peter
admitted, shamefaced. : .;
I "I could have stood her not caring
for me. Why should she?"
"It's because she's gone and prom
ised to marry Bayard Shaynon."
P. Sybarite looked dazed.
"She?" Bayard Shaynon? Who's
"Marian Blessington. Why do you
ask? Do you know her?"
There was a pause. P. Sybarite
: "I've heard that name," he said
j quietly,* at length. "Isn't she old
Brian's*" ward—the girl who disap
peared recently?" "
"She didn't disappear, really. She's
been staying with friends—told me so
herself." V; ,
"Some place out of town, of course."
"Of course," P. Sybarite repeated
mechanically. He eyed fixedly the ash
on the end of his cigar. "And she
told you she meant to marry Bayard
"She said she'd. promised. * * *
He's—he's— you know what he
is." ;. :■•' ' •'■- ;
"His father's son," said P. Sybarite
"He was there tonightthe 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 went out to make a be
sotted ass of myself. Naturally .1
landed in Dutch House. And there
the first thing I noticed when I went
in was old Shaynon, sitting at the
same table you took, laterwaiting,
imagine ,my surprise—l'd left him at
the Bizarre not 30 minutes before."
"I'm imagining it. Peter. Get ahead."
"I hailed him. but he wouldn't rec
ognize 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 talk. Curiously
enough, when' Shaynon left Red came
directly to Jmy table and sat down.
And when he "tried to insist on my
drinking: more I got scared—
what I'd had; as much as I did." '
"You're not the fool you try to
seem," P. Sybarite conceded. "I heard
November promise : Shaynon, at the
door, that; you wouldn't remember
much ,when you came to."
"That's" what I'm trying to • figure
out. There's some sort of a' shenani
gan brewing, or my first name's Peter,
the ' same <as yours—which ;I > wish it
was so." * * * 1
For a little while P. Sybarite sat
pondering with vacant eyes.
"What time does this Hadley-Owen
party break up?"
"Not till daylight. It's the last big
fixture of the social :■" season, and \ or
dinarily they keep it up till sunrise."
"You say you've got a costume of
some sort here? I'll borrow, it. We're
much of a size."
"Heaven knows you're' welcome,
but what under ' the sun do you want
"To see what's doing—find out for
' myself what divilment - Brian Shay
iHe : paused an instant on : the thres
hold of his; cousin's bedroom -turned
back a sombre visage.
"I've little f love for Brian Shaynon
myself, or | none. , You know what he
did to me-—and; mine."
There slipped through the ' Fifth
avenue portals of the Bizarre : half an
hour later an impish figure: ?.. _ "Satan
on the half-shell," Peter Kenny had
; ;.,i- ; A ■, dress coat of black satin * fitted P.
Sybarite more c neatly than > him for
whom it had ■ been made. The frilled
bosom of his shirt was set with wink
ing rubies, and \ the - lace cuffs :at ' his
wrists were ; caught together with
rubies. ;. Buckles of red paste brilliants
burned on the insteps of his slender
polished shoes with scarlet heels; and
his snug black ; silk stockings set off
ankles and calves so well turned ; that
the Prince of Sin' himself might have
taken pride in them. A mask of crim
son silk covered his face from brow
to lips. -His ruddy hair was twisted
upward from each temple in a cor
|mi ted fashion that was most • vividly
I "You're the only gentleman I've seen
tonight, sir, in a costume anything
like your own," said the flunky at the
door, to whom this figure gave his
outside coat. " ~ , ;
An ; elevator, ; descending, discharged
into the lobby half a dozen mirthful
maskers. ; Of these a Scheherazade of
bewitching prettiness (in a cloak of
ermine!). singled out the silent, cyn
ical little gentleman in scarlet mask
and smalls and menaced him merrily
with a jeweled forefinger.
"What—you, Lucifer! Traitor!
Where have you heeen all evening?"
* "Madam!" bowed mockingly—
"in spirit, always at your ear." :
She flushed and bit her lip in
charming confusion; while an abbess,
with face serene in the frame of her
snowy coif, caught up the ; ball of bad
inage: . ■.;"■"■- ''; : ;- 4 ;:". • ■ : ':'*'
"Ah! in spirit! But in the flesh?".-",'
"Why poppet! he retorted In suave
surprise—"it isn't., possible ..that you
missed me?" r v'
And she, too. colored, while a third,
a girl "dressed- all in buckskin from
beaded' hunting skirt to fringed leg
gings and dainty moccasins, bent to
peer into his face.
"Who are you she demanded, cu
riously. "I don't seem to ' know
r "That, child, you have already
"I? * * * Proved? * l . * * How
do J you mean?" r"';' :■"/•
* "You alone have not blushed."
Presently, upstairs, he found him
self shoulder to. shoulder with elderly
and "-\ pompous Respectability in a
furred great-coat, who, all ready for
the street, with shining topper .poised
at breast level, had delayed his going
for an instant's guarded confabulation
with a* youngish man conspicuous in
this, that he, alone of all that com
pany, was In simple "evening dress.
' Beelzebub , knew" that he encoun
tered for t the second time that even
ing Respectability in the gold-capped
"She won't—that's flat," Respecta
bility's companion announced in a
*i By the tone of this last Beelzebub
knew - that «it issued from an ugly
"Well * * * everything's ar
ranged. You have me to ; thank : for
that." . 'WSfy
"Oh," sneered the younger man,
"you've done a lot, you have!" :
', Then Brian Shaynon discovered at
his elbow -that small, ■'• attentive• body in
sinister scarlet and black. '■■.
* For a breath ■-- utterance failed the
old man. He glared pop-eyed Indig
nation from a congested countenance,
his fat lips quivering and 'his jowls as
well; and then, as Beelzebub tapped
him; familiarly. if lightly, upon the
chest his face turned wholly ■ purple,"
from swollen temples to pendulous
"Whisht!" P. Sybarite reproved. "A
trifle more respect,' if you ' please—
you wake in the morning to find all
my t>benefactions turned '> : to ashes in
," • .
"' "*"",'• ■ '* "
But here Respectability found his
full voice. ';;-",:"'/; ■■; • '
"Who are you?" he demanded, so
stormlly that heads turned curiously
- ' " .
his way. "I demand to know! Re
move that mask! Impertinent.;-—"".
% "Mask?" purred Beelzebub, in a tone
of wonder. "I wear "noi mask! '■ f Nay, I
am frankly what I am—old Evil's
self," P. Sybarite explained, ; blandly;
"but you, Brian Shaynon—now you
go ] always; masked; waking or ' sleep-,
ing, hypocrisy's your :; lifelong mask.
You see the distinction, did "> servant?''
•In another moment he might have
suffered a sound drubbing with the
ebony cane but for Peter Kenny's par
lor magic trick. V For as Brian Shay
non started forward to seize Beelze
bub by the collar a stream of incan
descent sparks shot pointblank ■• into
his face: Beelzebub laughed provok
ingly, and quickly and deftly wormed
his way through ; the press to the
dancing floor itself. :
As or; the younger manhe of '. the
unhandsome mouthP. Sybarite was
content ,to hold him in . reserve.
;':The music buzzed in his brain and
his toes tingled for it breathing the
warm, voluptuous air, he inhaled
hints of a thousand agreeable and ex
citing scenes. ' v
Of a sudden he forgot everything
else' in the discovery of the one par
ticular woman swinging dizzily past
in the arms of an Incroyable.
:' She was all in the - black and white
uniform of a Blessington shopgirl;
black skirt and blouse, stockings and
pumps, relieved :by a showy linen at
throat and wrists, with, at waist the
white patch of a tiny lace and linen
apron. " ; V : ;.' *_
Her gaze veered to his silent * and
aloof figure, and for an instant his
eyes held hers. At once, to his con
sternation, the hot blood stained her
lovely face from throat to brow. Nod
ding with an air of friendly diffidence,
she flashed him a strange, perplexing
smile, and was' swept on - and away.
Well! * * * P. Sybarite drew a long,
sane ; breath and thereafter had eyes
only to' keep the girl in sight, however
far and j; involved her f • wanderings
through the labyrinth of the dance. |:
** In good time the music ended and P.
Sybarite left his station ;by the wall,
slipping to the far side of the room,
where, near a great high window wide
Ito the night, the breathless shopgirl
I had dropped into a chair.
I At Beelzebub's approach the Incroy
j able bowed and moved off.
| ".Why, Peter!" she cried, mistaking
| Sybarite for his cousin, Peter Kenny,
whose costume he had borrowed; "I
was wondering what had become *of
you." - ' ';■;; •'
"Peter went home," P. Sybarite
affirmed gravely, bending over her
hand. - '•-.'. ~v - ,
: "Peter!" she exclaimed : reproach
fully, "you promised it wouldn't make
any difference. We were to go on just
as always friends. v And
now" ** * - " ■:'?,"Z '•
t "Yes?" P. Sybarite prompted as she
faltered. ' ~ ■'■ '":'•'■'-.
.: "I don't like to say it, Peter, but—
your voice is so different. You've . not
been—doing anything foolish, have
you?" : ~,'*" .■;'"'"' ; :
:| "Peter.." hasn't," the little I man said
' cheerfully; "Peter was decent enough
to lend me these rags." S *lllll
"You—You're noty Peter 1 Kenny?"
' "No more than you are Molly
"Molly Lessing! Who are you?";
"It is permitted?" he asked, with a
gesture offering to take the tiny print
ed card of dance ; engagements that
dangled rem her fingers by its silken
thong. The girl surrendered = it.
His lips hardened as he read " the
initials , penciled opposite the only
remaining dance; they ; were "B. S."
"Bayard ; Shaynon?" he queried! "*~
* She assented with a nod, her brows
gathering. '. \ '' '
■ Coolly, with the miniature 'pencil
attached to the card, he changed * the
small, faint B to a large black P,
strengthened the S to correspond, and
added to that ybarite, then with a bow
returned the card.
The girl ,_ received : the , evidence .' of
her', senses with a; silent gasp.
; "You Mr. ; Sybarite" :
Facing her,, he lifted his scarlet
visor, meeting her stare with his wist-?
ful and diffident smile. , ,
/ "You • see,"- he said, readjusting the
"Do you remember our talk on the
way home after 'Kismet?' I clumsily
enough, heaven knows!—told \ you that
I'd go far for one who'd been" kind
and tolerant to me, if she were "in
trouble ''■■■. and could use my poor
I services?" •
* "I remember—yes."
"And you'll certainly allow thai,
what happened later, at the door, when
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| I stood ! L in' the way of the importunate
Mr. 'B. S.'—if I'm not sadly in error
was enough to convince any* one that
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you \ needed a ; friend's good offices
"So," she said softly, with glimmer
ing eyes—"so for that you followed
me here, Mr. Sybarite!"
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»No—l didn't follow you." |
"Please," she begged, "don't mystify,
me—-—;; '■'". -' J - '■* -- '"
, y '"Miss Blessington," he pursued
seriously, "If } you have patience yto
listen to what I've ; been through since
we parted in Thirty-eighth street?"
Encouraged by her silence he went on:
\ "I've broken the bank at a, gambling
houseH been held up for my winnings
at the"; pistol's point—but managed to
: keep them. I've been in a raid and
escaped only, after "committing fe
lonious assault on two detectives. I
then, burglarized a private residence
and saved the mistress of 'the:house
from being murdered by her rascally
husband—blundered thence to: the
deadliest dive in New York—met and
slanged mine ancient enemy, the
despoiler of my house—took part in a
drunken brawl—saved my infatuated
young idiot of a cousin, Peter Kenny,
from assassination— him home,
borrowed his clothing, and impudently
invited ; myself to i this party <on ; the
mere suspicion that 'Molly Lessing'
and Marian Blessington might be one
arid the same, after all! * * * And
all, it \ appears, that I might come "at
last to beg a favor." £''|
"I : can't think what it can be,"
breathed the girl.
"To forgive my unpardonable im
:-y "I've not been conscious of it." -
. "Will you tell me, please, in con
; fidence, why you refused my cousin,
Peter Kenny, when he asked you to
i marry him?"
i Coloring, she met his eyes honestly.
"Because—why, it was so utterly
absurd! He's only a boy. j Besides, I
don't care for him—that way."
"You care for some one else—'that
way' * ' .'-.;'.
;..,; "Yes,"; said the girl softly, averting
her face. X - .--'•■,
. "Is itMr. Bayard Shaynon?"
"No," she replied after a perceptible
pause. / .;■'<..■■;:'- ■.
"But you have promised to marry
"I ; once made him that promise
"You mean to keep it?" * V
"I must." - - '
"It was my father's wish."
, "And yet—you don't like him!"
Looking steadily before her, the girl
said tensely: "I loathe him."
*; "Then," cried P. Sybarite' in a joyful
voice, ■"I may t§ll you something: you
can not marry him." "'
The opening bars of music for the
final- dance sounded.
j The girl rose suddenly, eyes like
I stars aflame in a face of snow.
"He will be coming for me now,"
1 she said hurriedly.
"But you mean what you sayl
must j know—instantly—why you say
it. How can we manage to avoid him?"
"This way," said P. Sybarite, indi
cating the wide window near by.
; Through its draped opening a shal
low balcony showed, half screened by
palms whose softly stirring fronds,
touched with artificial light, shone a
garish green against the somber sky
of night. .' ' ; y
; :'j Immediately Marian Blessington
slipped - through the hangings and,
turning, beckoned to P. Sybarite to
r- "There's no one here," she an
nounced in accents tremulous with
excitement, when he joined her. Now
now tell me what you mean.".
- "One ; moment," he . warned her
gently, turning; back to the window
just as it was darkened by another
figure. " - .....-.;.
v Together .they moved -to a small
hanging balcony through the open
window; but there stood the man with
the twisted mouth, ; peering blindly
into the semi-obscurity.
"Marian?'' he called.
■■■ : . "Well?" the girl demanded harshly.
"My dance, I believe," he said
"I'm afraid you'll have to excuse
me," Bayard," she"returned.
He hesitated.; "Do I understand
you're ready for ,- me to ; take you
home?" ■'.' .
* "You're to understand' that I will
neither dance nor sit out the dance
with you—and that I don't wish to
be i disturbed." ■;,'■ *
}::: "Bless ; your heart!" P. Sybarite
interjected privately. "* '/
The : voice of Shaynon broke with
passion. ~'.-. - j "": '" : -'.. :
"Who's this creature you're with?"
"Is your memory so short?" P. Sy
barite asked quietly: "Have you for
gotten the microbe?— little guy
who puts --." the point in disappoint
ment?" ~;: . "''■'/
If you persist in this insolent atti
tude, sir!—l—l'll" ZZzZ
"What ? In Uthe name yof brevity,
make up your mind and give it a I
"11l thrash : you within an inch of
your life—here and now!" Shaynon'
"One moment," P. Sybarite pleaded j
with a graceful gesture. "Before j
committing yourself to, this mad en- i
terprise, would you mind telling me
exactly how you spell that word inch?
With a "capital .I and a • final c—by'
any chance?" '
Bewilderment and consternation,
working in the man, found expression
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"TITO ISIRASS M5>WL"|
in an involuntary gasp.
He advanced a pace with threaten
ing mien. <
\ P. Sybarite was seen to stroke his
lips 'discreetly;yas if to erase a smile.
"The ■ word in question," he said,
"stands, I fear too patiently, for the
standard of your blackguardism."
Speechless, Shaynon hesitated, lift
ing an uncertain hand to his throat,
as if to relieve a sense of strangula
tion. ; ■
"Or what if I were to suggest—
delicately—that you're within an Inche
of the end of your rope?" the little
man pursued,-grimly playful.
With an inarticulate cry, Shaynon
fist shot out as if to strike his perse
cutor down. Sybarite's slim, strong
fingers closed round : and in flexibly
stayed his enemy's wrist.
"Behave!" P. Sybarite counseled
evenly. "Remember where you are—
in "a lady's presence. Do you want
to go sprawling from the sole of my
foot over this railing, to the sidewalk,
and become food for inchworms ?"
Releasing Shaynon, he stepped back
j warily. . ' : - ; V '
! "As for my mask" t ,
He jerked it off and away. It drift
ed indolently down through the dark
ness of the street, like an errant petal
plucked f. from some strange and sin
ister bloom of scarlet violence.
"My name," he added hotly, "is Syb
arite. You may have heard it!"
As if v from a blow, Shaynon's eyes
! winced. > Breathing heavily, he avert
|ed a face that took on the hue of
1 parchment. Then ! quietly adjusting
his crumpled cuff he drew himself up.
"Marian," he said as soon as he had
his voice under control, "since you
wish it, I'll wait for you in the lobby,
downstairs. ' As for you, sir*——
"Yes, I know," the little man inter
rupted wearily, "you'll 'deal with*
me later, at a time and a place , more
fitting.' * * * Well, I won't mind the
' delay if you'll just trot along now,
like a good dog"
Shaynon turned and left them alone
on the balcony.
! .:, "I'm sorry," P. Sybarite told the
girl in unfeigned contrition. "Please
forgive .' me. I've a vicious temper—
the color of my hairand I couldn't
resist the temptation to make him
squirm." : '•:..■; ■..;"•■ r --i "'*.;■
"If/ you . only knew how I despised
him," she said,"though I don't know .
yet what's it's all about."
"Simply," returned P. Sybarite, ;"1
happened to know that Bayard is se
cretly the husband of a woman no
torious in New York under the name
of Mrs. Jefferson Inche."
"Is that true? Dare I believe?''
"I believe it."'
"On what grounds? Tell me!"
"The -word of the lady herself, to
gether with the evidence of his con
fusion just now."
' "But—l can't help thinking there
must be some mistake— terrible
: "If'so it is theirsthe Shaynons,
father and son."
"But they've been bringing such
pressure to bear to make me agree to
an earlier wedding day!——
"Not even that shakes my belief in
Mrs. : Inches story. As a matter of
fact Bayard offered her half a million
if she'd divorce him quietly, without
any publicity, in the west."
"And she accepted?" ?
"She has refused, believing she
stands to gain more by holding on "
"If that is true, how can it be that
he has been begging me this very
night to marry him within a month?''
"He may have entertained hopes of
gaining his end—his freedom—in an
"It's—it's inexpressibly ,; horrible!£
the girl cried, twisting her hands to
"Furthermore," argued the little
man, purposely unresponsive, "he
probably .thinks himself forced to
seem insistent by the part he's play
ing. : His father doesn't know of this
entanglement; : he'd disinherit Bayard
if he did; naturally Bayard wouldn't
dare to seem reluctant to hasten mat
ters for fear of rousing the old man's
"It may .; be so," she responded va
cantly, in the confusion of adjusting
her Vision of life to this new and
blinding light. * * *
'turn '11 '■''''-'
leu me,", he suggested presently, :
stammering— ■ broke off with a
brief uneasy laugh; "I don't seem Jto
get anywhere. .*•*•*. My fear lest you
think me presumptuous"
; "Don't;fear that for another instant
please!" * ";/'_- t '. '
. (To Be s Continued: Next .Week.)
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