Putnam patriot., 1914-08-28

I've been day of days-lng myself. George
 ~Ah. can the kiddin. P $ Come through. whadia doy'
 Call me Pereeyal" ?. Sybarite sug- ge~ted pleasantly
 "wh-at.
 Let it be Pereeval hereafter. George. always give you free permission. P
 But i thought you said''-
 ~So l did-a few hours ago Now well. l rather like it 1t makes all the difference who calls von that sort of name first and what her voice is like.
 "One of nS." George protested with profound conviction. "is plumb loony n the head,
 Its me" said P Sybarite humhly: "I admit 1t And the wnrSt of if is Ike it. So wounl you if you'd been through a day of days.
 George let that pass. For the mo ment he was otherwise engaged in vain speculation as to the appearance of phenomenon rather rare in the calendar or that West Thirty eighth street boarding house.
 telegraph hoy. weary with the wearineSs of not less than forty sum mers. was shutilins in at the gate
 "sa-ays he called, with the asperity of ingrained ennui Either of youse guys know guy named Pereeval Sybarite t lives hereI"
 Silently P Syharite held out his hand. took the greasy little book in its black oilskin binding. scrawled his sig nature in the proper blank and receiy. ed the message in it's sealed yellow en. velope
 Wait" he commanded calmly, eyine the messenger with suspicion.
 Watts eatin youy Is they nam swer:"
 ~They ain't no answer" P. Sybarite admitted
 Well. whatcha want? got no time to stick round here kiddin'"
 One moment of your valuable time, I believe you delivered message at the Monastery apartments in Forty third street this morning"
 Well. an what f l did?"
 "Only this
 r. Sybarite extracted an immense roll of bills from his pocket. transfer red it to his other hand. delved deeper, and eventually he produced single twenty dollar gold piece.
 Take this. he said. tossing it to the boy with princely nonehalanee. It's the last of lot. but-it's yours"
 What for?" the messenger demand ed in amazement.
 That you'll never know" said P. Sybarite. Now run along before l come to-"
 In the shadow of this threat the mes- senger fled precipitately
 P. Sybarite rose. yawned and smiled benignantly upon George Bross.
 I'm off to bed-was only waiting for this message" he announced: but before l go-tell me; how much mon ey does Violet think you ought to be earning before you're eligible for the matrimonial stakes?
 "She said somethin' oneet about if ty per. George remembered gloomily
 .'I.s yours-doubled," F. sybarite told him. Tomorrow you will resign from the employ of Whigham X Vim per and go to Blessington's to enter their shipping department at a hun dred week. and if you don't earn 1t may God have mercy on your wretch ed soul"'
 George rose very suddenly.
 "I'll go send for the doctor" he an- nounced.
 One moment more" P. Sybarte dropped detaining hand upon bis arm. You and Violet are invited to dinner tonight-at the Hotel Plaza. Don't be alarmed You needn't dress: we'll dine privately in Marian's apart nleut
 ~Marlan"
 Miss Blessington = Molly Leasing that was"
 Honest" said George sincerely. '1 don't know whether to think you've gone playhouse or not. You've always been bit queer and foolish in the bean, but never since Pye known you
 And after dinner" P. Sybarite pur sued evenly. you're going to attend a very quiet little wedding party
 "Whose for Gods sake?"
 -Marians and mine. and the only reason why you can't be best man is that the best man will be my cousin, Peter Kenny
 ''Is that straight"
 ''On the level"
 George concluded that there was sanity in P Sybarite's eyes
 Well. certainly got to slip you the congratsr be protested And. say you goin' to bounce Whigham & Vim per toof'
 "Yes"
 And whatcha goin' do then?"
 q? To tell you the truth. I'm con sidering joining the union and aeitat- Ing for an eight hour day of days. This one of mine has been eighteen hours long. more or less-since got those theater tickets. you know-and Pm too dog tired to keep my eyes open another minute After I've had nap I'll tell you all about everything"
 But he wasn't too tired to read his telegram when he found himself again. and for the last time. in his hall bed room
 It said simply:
 love you. MARIAN.
 From this F. Sybarite looked up to his reflection in the glass. And pres sntly be smiled sbeepishly and blinked