Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-31

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 "Irs me" said P syborlto humbly. 'I admit it And the worst of it is, [ like it! So would 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 a phenomenon rather rare in the calendar of that West Thirty eighth street boarding house.
 A telegraph boy weary with the wearmess of not less than forty sum mers was shudling in at the gate
 "Sa-ay" he called. with the asperlty | of ingrained ennui Either of youse guys know guy named Perceval | sybarite t lives here3'
 silently ?. sybarite held out his hand. took the greasy little book in it's black oilssin binding, scrawled his sig nature in the proper blank and receiv- led the message in its sealed yellow en- veldpe , Wait he commanded calmly, cying | the messenger with suspicion ' 'W'at's eatiu' you? Is they a nan awerT'
 H "They ain.t no answer" ?. sybarite admitted.
 k fW'en whatcha want2 Igot no time Y ao stick round here kiddn'" ! .One moment Of your valuahle time. E I Believe you delivered a message at lle Monastery apartments in Forty thrd street this morning. | Well, am what l didf' HOhiy this" | tP. Sybarite extracted an immense roll cf bills from his pocket, transfer red it to his other hand, delved deeper. ! and eventually he produced a single | twenty dollar gold piece. .iTRke this" he said, tossing it to the i box With princely nonchalance. Its , tlie last of a lot, but-it's yours" TWhut forg' the messenger demand. ca in amazement t That you'll never know" said F.. Sybaritc. "Now run along before come to-" | Iu the shadow Of this threat the mes. eenger ded precipintely.
 ? Sybaute rose, yawned aud smiled | benignsntly upon George Bross. "Tm on 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' oncet about fif- | ty per" George remembered gloomily.
 'Its yours doubled.' P. Sybarite told him. Tomorrow you will resign from the employ of Whigham & Vim l per and go Go Blessington's 10 enter their shipping department at a hun dred a week, and if you don't earn 1t may God have mercy on your wretch ed soulw
 George rose very suddenly.
 "ln go send for the doctor" be an- nounced.
 "One moment more" F. Syharlte dropped a detaining hand upon his arm. "You suu Violet are invited to dinner Dnicht-at the Hotel Plaza. l Don't be alarmed. You needn't dress; we'll dine privately in Marian's apart ment"
 "MarianT
 Miss Blesslngton - Molly Lesslng .bat was"
 Honest said George sincerely. CT l 7n know whether to think you've slDe playhouse or not You've always leer a bit queer and foolish in the bean but never since I've known 1u'-
 "bnd after dinner" P Sybarite pur- -scd evenly you're going to attend 8 rory quiet little wedding party"
 Whose. for Gods sakeT
 'Morian's and mine. and the only reason why you can't be best man ls
 hai tne best man will be my cousin, Peter Kenny"
 ls chat straightT
 Un the level"
 George concluded that there was -aniC in P Sybarite's eyes.
 well I certainly got to slip you tho congrats" he protested. And. say you goIn to bounce Whigham & Vim | per t0o3' "Ies."
 "And whatcha goin' do thenT'
 "I2 To tell you the truth. Pm con- sidering joining the union and agitat- ing for an eight hour day of days. This one of mine has been eighteen hours long. more or less-since got those theater tit 6ets. you know-and I'm too dog tired to keep my eyes open another minute After I've had a nap I'n tell you an 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 ?. sybarite looked up to his reflection in the glass And pres ently he smiled sheepishly and blinked.
 rPercevalw said the little man fond. ly.
 THE END 
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