Putnam patriot., 1914-08-28

niiiitee.ss ----. --,-..~-.s- .-- ing caT-with a countenance livid with grime and the pallor of fright Meet ing the eye of his employer he grin ned a sheepish grin
 P Syharite seized the chauffeur by the arui
 Are you hurt:"
 Not 10 cents worth much less s1 900. No such luck"
 His mouth to the fellows ear. P Sybarite whispered hoarseiy;
 'Unhook your license numher-throw 1t in the ear-get ready to move on the word-lady in that car kidnaped-l love her-d'you understand?-we must get her away-another thousand in this for you"-
 'Gotcha." the man cut in smartly.
 Swinging about P Sybarite jumped npon the running board of the maroon car. wrenched the door open and stum- bled in
 In her evening froek and her cloak of furs Marian lay huddled in a cor ner. wrists and ankles alike made fast with heavy twine. her mouth closed tight by bandanna handkerchief passed round her jaws and knotted at the nape of her neck.
 Don't scream.' he pleaded as whip ping out pocketknife. he severed her bonds Don't do anything but de pend on me. I'll get you clear of this yet
 He fancied a softening look in her wide and frightened eyes of a child.
 An instant's work loosed her scored and excoriated wrists. In another the bonds fell from her ankles. Deftly un- knotting the bandage that closed her mouth. he asked could she walk With difficulty. in husky and painful whis- per. but still courageously. she told him yes
 Hoping. rather than counting on this assurance he jumped out and offered his hand She put hers into it (and it was cold as icel. stirred. rose stitfiy, tottered to the door and fell into his arms.
 uniformed patrolman. breaking through the crowd about them. seized P. Sybarite and held him fast
 What's this2 Who's this?' he gab- bIed incoherently, brandishing vague ly formidable fist.
 "A lady, you fooIp' P. Sybarite snapped. Let go and catch that scoundrel over there-if you're worth your salt"
 He waved his free hand in the di- reetion taken by November's driver.
 Abruptly and without protest the patroman 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 chauffeurs who was set and ready in his seat.
 Cor 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 a 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 motioness 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 Plaza? 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- haps Perhaps not. Don't you know somebody out of town to whom you could go for the day? Once across the city line we're safe for little.
 She nodded. breathed an address In Westchester county.
 Some time later r. Sybarite became sensilse of an amazing fact \ 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 naien drew up in front of boarding honse in West Thirty eighth street.
 From this alighted little man with a somewhat bedraggled appearance and a somewhat weatherbeaten. but heartfelt grin. He shook hands with the chauffeur and. speaking guarded iv. confirmed some secret understand ing with him
 Then the car rolled off. and F, Syba- 'te shufIied meekls through the gate.
 ossed the dooryard and met the out,
 ,ed glare of George Bross with an
 logefic smile and the request:
 you've got pack of cigarettes
 you. George. l can nse one Tn
 isiness."
 out abating his manifestations
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