Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-23

"Why. indeed|
 "Irs because she's gone and prom ised to marry Baynrd shaynon."
 syborite looked dazed
 "she? Bayord shaynon7 Who's the girlf"
 Marian Blessington. Why dc you ask? Do you know herT
 There was pause. r. Sybarite blinked furiously
 "I've heard that name" he said quiet ly. at length Isn't she old Brians ward-the girl who disappeared re- tentlyT
 "She didn't disappear, really. She's been staying with frlends-told me SO herself That's an the foundation the naper had for it's story"
 "Of course" P. Sybarite said me chanically And she told you she . meant to marry Bayard shaynon|
 "Shc said she'd promised. And that" | | the boy broke out, twas what drove . me crazy. He's-hes-wel, you know | what he is."
 His fathers son." said P. sybarito l gloomily
 "He was there tonight-the old man | too And. after what Marian had told me, l just couldn't trust myself to 1 meet or speak to either of them. So ] bolted back here, took a stim drink, ! changed from costume to these clothes and went out to make a besotted ass of myself. Naturally l aimed for Dutch House And there the first thing l noticed when l went in was old Shaynon sitting at the same table you took. I spoke to him, but he wouldn't recognize me-simply glared. l Presently Red November came in. and they went upstairs together. So I stuck around, hoping to get hold of Red and make him drunk enough to talk Cautiously enough. when Shay non left Red came directly to my table and sat down. But by that time I'd had some champagne on top of whis- ky, and when he tried to insist on my drinking more got scared, feeling what I'd had as much as l did"
 There's some sort of shenanigan brewing or my first names Peter, the same as yours-which l wish it was so. Be quiet a bit and leave me think"
 For a little while F. Sybarite sat pom dering with vacant eyes.
 "What time does this Hadley-Owen party break up?'
 "Not till daylight"
 ''That settles it. I'm going. You say you've got a costume of some sort here? I'll borrow it."
 'Heaven knows you're welcome, but
 But whatT
 "You have no invitation"
 Rising ?. Sybarite smiled lofhly, Don't worry about that I've an open sesame in my pocket to cajole almost any door in New York"
 
 Late enough in all conscience was the last guest to arrive for the Hadley- Owen masquerade. Already town cars. carriages and g-lvate busses were being called for and departing with their share of the more seasoned and sober sided revel- CTS.
 More and more frequently the ele- vators empty but for their attendants, were flying up to the famous ballroom : floor of the Bizarre. to descend heavy laden with languid laughing parties Of gayly cOstumed ladies and no less brilliantly atdred gentlemen prime and pauper. empress and shepherdess, cavalier and monk milkmaid and mountebank: all weary yet reluctant fin their going.
 And at this hour a smallish gentle man, in an old style Inverness opera coat that cloaked him to his ankles with an opera hat set jauntily a wee bit askew on his head. a mask of crimson silk covering his face from brows to lips, slipped silently like some sly. sinister shadow. through the Fifth avenue portals of the Bizarre.
 All the cars were still at the top, ac- cording to the bronze arrows of their teltale dials. The late arrival held up patiently. but, after an instants de- liberation, doned his hat, crushed it flat. slipped out of his voluminous cloak and beckoned Q nveried attend ant
 In the costume thus disclosed he cut an impish figure. satan on the half shell.4 Peter Kenny had christened him.
 A dress. coat of black satin fitted P sybarte more neatly than him for whom it had been made. For bouton- niere he wore a smoldering ember-so true an imitation that at first he him. self hesitated to touch it
 Literally to crown all, his ruby hair was twisted upward from each temple in a cornuted fashion that was most n vividly picturesque. 'Here." be said, surendering hal and coat to the servitor before the lat ter. could remonstrate, "take and checl these for me, please. l shan't be going for some time yet" Sorry, sir, but the cloak room down 'ere's closed, sir. Youll have to checl them on the ballroom floor" k "No matter" said the little man, and gropiug in a pocket, he produced a dol lar bil and rendered it to ready hn gers. "you keep em for me down here Itll save time when I'm ready to go."