Putnam patriot., 1914-07-17
CHAPTER VIII.
Where Angels Fear to Tread.

"A < fer r. SEharite. he watched the | N vehicle swing away and round "A the eoruer of Seventh avenue.
 slight iroHie smile wreathing his lips that had shown such hatred With sigh shaking himself together. he went into butch House. The nam floor Was strewn with ta- bies. round which sat q motley gather Ing of gauesters. fools women. conf deuee men gambling toHts and the | spfnkiug of drlnkards. for and by whom the pluee vas and Is maintained. In and out amoug these circulated ceIs of abIebndied walters. with soil ed shirt boSem~. iron jaws and not in frequently eauliieWer ears. Spying out P Sybarite. one of these bore down Hp6H him with an air of the most dJttging camaradcrie
 Well bo@ erinted he cheerfu.ly, polishing on the top of the table with saturated towel, "Euh don't come rounds often as y'uster'
 That's a faet' murmured P. Syba- ite Where Red"
 "MaeManus2 ?" asked the waiter. be ginning to believe that this strange little creature must be regular of the "buneh"-one whose name and face had slipped his memory. November" r. Sybarite corrected. "Oh. he's stickin' around pretty busy tonight Wouldn't fuss him, f was yuh. less it's somethin extra" "I make you" said the little man. But this Is his business. Tell him have message for him. will you?'
 Just as you say, bo." returned the other cautiously Whats 1t goin' te be? Bucket of grape or a tub of studs? ?' Do l look like the foolish waters ?' inquired r. Syharite with mild resent ment Back me up q shell of lather,
 Then fell brief lul in the melange of music and tongues. during which boyish voice lifted mp in clear remon- strance at table some three removed from that at which r. Sybarite sat:
 But I don't want anything more to drink"
 r. Sybarite looked that way. The owner of the voice tnow again drown ed outl was a yeunCster of apparent
 
 limb and feature, with hot flush discoloring his good looking face. q hectic glitter in his eyes and q stub. born smile on his lips. He was plain ly intoxicated but as vet at stage sufficiently mild to admit of his recog nzing the self evident truth, that he needed not another drop.
 Yet his companions would have him drink more deeply. Of these one was a woman. handsome. in a daring and costly gown and as vet not so old. but kn whose eyes tliekered curious, febrile glare
 The other was man singularly handsome in foreign way-ltalian, at an indifferent guess-slight and grace ful of person in well tailored if some what dashy clothing, displaying too much jewelry.
 The music stopped altogether for q time. and again the boys voice rang out clearly;
 Tell you've had enough, I don't want-lie down jus for few minutes. I'm goin sit here til these-ah-foolish legs Q mine straighten 'emselves out then ID going home
 Heres your beer, bo," r. Syharite's waiter announced.
 Keep your change" said the guest rendering quarter
 Franks" with look of surprise. "There's Red now" "NhereT"
 lover there with the skirt and the kid souse. Yuh kin see for yourself he's busy. pyuh want l sh'u'd stir him up nowf'
 "oh, yes" said r. Syharite in the tone of one recognizing an oversight, What's doing over there-anythingy' he proceeded casually. The waiter favored him with hard stare. "Red November's business ain't none'r mine." he growled curtly. "oh," said the little man hastily, T was only wondering. But l wish you