Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-02

an added hint Of gentle blood
 The place was the counting room in the warehouse of AIessrs. Whigham & Wimper. hides and skins.
 The use-impregnable lair of the smell from which it leered snug defiance at the sea sweet atmosphere of the lower city on a sunny April Saturday afternoon-occupied a walled fin arch of the Brooklyn bridge front ing on Frankfort street, New York
 Immured in this retreat. P. Sybarite was very much shut away from all joy of living-alone with his S15 job (which at present nothing pressed). with giant despair and its interlocutor ennui. and with that blatant, brutish, implacable smell of smells.
 To all of these. abruptly and with ceremony, Mir. George Bross. shipping clerk introduced himself. a brawny young man in shirt sleeves, wearing a visorless cap of solled linen. In one hand he carried an envelope.
 "Oh, you"- said George, and checked to enjoy a rude giggle. Presently he controlled his mirth sufficiently to per unit of unctuous enunciation of the fol- lowing cryptic exclamation:
 "Oh. you. Perceval| Q P. Sybarite turned pale.
 'YOu little rascalr continued George, brandishing the envelope. You're a sly one. you are. always signin' your name P sybarite' and pretendln' your maiden monaker was Pete But now we know you. Take off them whisS- ers-Percevalr
 A really wise mind reader would have called a policeman then and there. for mayhem was the least of the crimes contemplated by P. syba- rite.
 '1f that letters for me-" he said quietly, give 1t hers, please"
 Special d'llv'ry-Jus come" an nounced George. "Oh. you Percoval- EsquireH
 The letter was torn rudely from his grasp.
 "HereF'he cried resentfully.. Where's your manners-Percevalg'
 Dumb with impotent rage, P. syba- rite climbed back on bis stool, while George sat down at his desk and, with a leer. watched the bookkeeper care fully slit the envelope and withdraw Its inclosures.
 Ignoring hlm, ?. syharite ran his eye through the few lines Of notably care. less feminine handwriting. My Dear Perceval-Mother and l had planned Go take some friends to the thea ! Ger tonight and bought a box for the | knickerbocker several weeks ago. bui | now We have decided Co SO to Mrs. Had ley-Owcns post Lenten masquerade ban Instead, and as none of our friends can | use the tickets ! thought possibly you might like them. They say Ous skinner | Is wonderful or course you may not caro | to sit in a stage box without a dress suit 1 but perhaps you won't mind If you do maybe you know somebody else who could | go properly dressed Your anectonate cousin, MAE ALYS.
 Drawing to him one of the Whig- ham & Wimper letterheads, P. Syba- l rite dipped a pen, considered briefly. and wrote rapidly and freely in a mi mute hand:
 ! My Dear Mae Aiys-Every man has his | price You know mine. Pockeung false ! pride, ! accept your bounty with an tht l gratitude and humility becoming in poor l relation. And if arrested for appearing ir | the box without evening clothes ] promisl | solemnly Go brazon it out pretend that l bought the tickets myself or atoie then and keep tho newspapers ignorant of our hnship. Fear not trust me and enjoy ! the masque as much as } mean to enjoy l the play.
 And if you would d0 mo the greatest o' l tavora, should you ever again And an o1. euao to write me on any matter, pleaas
 address mo by tho initials of my ridicu. l loua urst namo only. It ia, of course. im- | possible for me to 1.-Two down the deer ! lamnation of having been born a syba. l rite. but the indulgence of my friends car
 save me tho further degradation of be. | ing known aa PeroovaL With thanks renewed and profound