Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-31

| bonds feb from her ankles Deftly un- knottiug Che bandaee that closed her mouth. he asked could she walk With difficulty. in a husky and painful whis- per. but surl coumgeously, she told him yes.
 Hoping rather than counting on this assurance. he jumped out and offered his hand She put hers into it Cand it was cold ns feel, stirred. rose stimy, tottered Co the door and fell into his arms.
 A uniformed parolman. breaking through the crowd about them, seized P Syburite and held him fast
 Whats this? Who's thisT he gab- hled incohcrently, hrandishing vague ly formidable fist
 "A lady. you foolw p. Sybarite snapped "Let go and catch that scoundrcl over there If you're worth your snlt"
 He waved his free hand in the di- rection taken by November's driver.
 Abruptly and without protest the parolmun released him. butted his way through the crowd and disap- peared
 An arm boldly about Marian's waist. P Sybarite helped her to the step of the touring car-and blessed that prince among chaudeurs who was set md ready in his seatl
 "Gow P. Sybarite cried to the chauf- feur
 The crowd gave way before the lunge of the car.
 They were halfway to Fifth avenue before pursuit was thought Of; had turned the corner before it was fairly started. in five minutes had thrown it off entirely and were running free at moderate pace up Broadway just above Columbus Circle
 "Where to now. bossT the chauffeur presently inquired.
 P Sybarite looked inquiringly at his charge. Since her rescue she had neither moved nor spoken had rested motionless in her corner of the ton neau. eyes closed. body relaxed and listless But now she reused.
 wherever you think best" she told him gently.
 "The Plaza7 You might be bothered there We may be traced-we're sure to. This only saves us for the day Tomorrow - reporters all that-per- hnps Perhaps not Don't you know somebody out of town to whom you could go for the day2 Once across the city line we're safe for a little.'
 She nodded. breathed an address in Westchester county.
 Some time later P. Sybarite became sensible of an amazing fact A hand Of his rested on the cushioned seat and in it lay. now warm and wonder fully soft and light, Marian's hand.
 The car swept on and on through the golden hush of that glorious Sun day morning.
 Toward 10 of that same Sunday morning a touring car of majestic mien drew up in front of a boarding house in West rhirty-eighth street
 From this alighted a little man with a somewhat bedraggled appearance and a somewhat weatherbeaten. but heartfelt grin He shook hands with the chauffeur and, speaking guarded ly. confirmed some secret understand ing with him.
 Then the car rolled oI, and P. Syba- rite shuhled meekly through the gate, crossed the dooryard and met the out ragged glare of George Bross with an apologedc smile and the request:
 "lf you've got a pack of cigarettes about you. George. l can use one fin my business"
 Without abatlng his manifestations of entire disapproval, George produced a box of cigarettes, permitted P. Syba- rite to select one and helped himself.
 "Sa-ay" he exploded. "Looky herel Where've you been an night|
 "Ah-hw P. Sybarite sighed provok- ingly. That's long and dresome story, George"
 With much the air of a transient he sat down by Georges side.
 "A very long and very weary story, George. I don't like to tell 1t to you. really, We'd be sure to quarrel"
 "Whyf' George demanded.
 Because you wouldn't believe me. ! don't quite believe it myself, now that alIs over. barring a page or two. Your great trouble, George. is that you have no imagination"
 CT ain'tw
 Perfectly right you haven't IT you point with pride to that wild flight of fancy which identified Molly Les sing with Marian Blessington, George, your position is Cas you yourself would say) untenable It wasn't imagination it was fact"
 "No" George calculated. "Is that rightg Whatd I tell you? Say, what cha been doin' with yourself all night ] P. s.T"
 i've been day of days-ing myself. George"
 "Ah, can the dddin', P. S Como through. Whadja doY'
 "Call me Ferceyal" F. sybarlte sug ! gested pleasantly "Whlt"
 Let it be PerC eval hereafter. George. always. ! giva you free permission l"
 "But ] thought you said'-
 ESQ ] did-a few hours ago. Now I well, rather like 1t, It makes an