New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-04-08
DAY OF
DAYS
BY LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
Copyright, 1912, by the Frank A. Munsey Co..
BY LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE

your manNGrS-PercGVal!
Dumb with impotent rage, p. Syba-
rite climbed back on his stool, while
George sat down at his desk and, with
leer, watched the bookkeeper care
fully slit the envelope and withdraw
it's Enclosures.
Ignoring him, P. Sybarite ran his eye
through the few lines of notably care
less feminine handwriting:
My Dear Perceval-Mother and 1 had
planned to take some friends to the thea
ter tonight and bought a box for the
knickerbocker several weeks ago, but
now We have decided to go TO Mrs. Had
| Owens post Lenten masquerade ball
instead, and as none Of our friends can
use the tickets thought possibly you
| might like them. They say Otis Skinner
is wonderful. Of course you may not care
to sit in a stage box without a dress suit,
but perhaps you Won't mind. If you do
maybe you know somebody else who could
so properly dressed Your affectionate
cousin. MAE ALYS
Drawing to him one of the Wing
ham Il Wimper letterheads, r. Syba-
rite dipped a pen. considered briefly.
and wrote rapidly and freely in a mi
mute hand:
My Dear Mae Alys--Every man has his
price. You know mine. Pocketing false
pride. l accept your bounty with all the
gratitude and humility becoming in poor
relation. And if arrested for appearing in
the box without evening clothes promise
solemnly to braZen it out, pretend that l
bought the tickets myself or stole them
and keep the newspapers ignorant of our
k1nshlp. Fear not trust me and enjoy
the masCue as much as | mean to enjoy
! the play.
And il YOU would do me the greatest of
| favors, should you ever again find an ex-
cuse to write me on any matter, please
address me by the initials Of my ridicu-
ous first name only. 1t is, of course i'm
possible for me to live down the deep
damnation of having been born a Syba-
rite. but the indulgence Of my friends can
save me the further degradation of be-
| ing known as a Perceval.
! With thanks renewed and profound, |
| remain. all things considered remotely
yours, p SYBARITE,
This he sealed and addressed in a
stamped envelope; then he slued round
on his stool to blink pensively at Mr..
Bross.
That gentleman having some time
since despaired Of any response to his
persisteht batting was now preoccu-
pied with a hand mirror and endeav-
oring to erase the smudge of marking
ink from his face with a handkerchief.
Its no use. George observed p.
Sybarite presently. Try soap and wa
ter. know it's painful. but. believe
me, it's the only way. I'm going to
shut up shop in just five minutes, and
if you don't want to show yourself on
the street looking like a difference of
opinion between q bull calf and a
fountain penn
"Gotcha,' interrupted George, rising
and putting away handkerchief and
mirror. '1'll drown myself if you say
so. Anythin's better'n letting you talk
me to DEATH
''One thing more.
Splashing vigorously at the station
airy wash stand, George looked gloom
lily over his shoulder and in sepulchral
accents uttered the one word:
"ShOOtE'
How would you like to go to the
theater tonight"
I'D like it so hard,' George replied.
that I'm already dated up for an
evenin' Of intellect enjoyment. Me
and Sammy Hollis goin' round to Mi
ner's Eight avenoo and bust up the
show
Il mean a regular show, at Broad
way house."
"Quit your kiddin'," countered Mr..
Bross indulgently. ''Come along; l got
an engagement to walk home and save
a nickel, and so've you.''
"Wait a minute" insisted P. Sybar-
lite, without moving. "1m in earnest
about this. offer you seat in a
stage box ut the Knickerbocker thea
ter tonight to see Otis Skinner in 'Kis-
met with Miss Prim, Miss Leasing and
myself-on one condition"
eco to it,
You must promise me to quit call
ing me Perceval, here or any place else,
today and forever! And never tell
anybody, either
George hesitated
"And what if keep on?''
''rben I'll make up my theater party
without you-and break your neck into
the bargain said p. Sybarite.
"You:' George laughed dcrisively.
! ''You break my neck Can the comedy,
beau. Why. could eat you alive, Per-
)eval.''
"We're going to settle this question
before you leave this warehouse 1
won't be called Perceval by you or any
other pink cared cross between Ba.
laam's ass and a laughing hyelia."
Mr.. Bross gaped with resentment.
You won't. eh?' he said strident-
ly. Il like to know what you're going
to do to stop me. Perez
p. Sybarite stepped quickly toward
him, and George. with growl. threw
out his hands in manner based upon
a somewhat hazy conception of the for
mula of self defense Then
Go0pOo Rrncc cot nm on tho d,rS%,,