The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1915-08-12

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Where TO now. boss?" the chauffeur
! presently inquired.
?. Sybarite looked inQuiringly at his
charge. Since her rescue she had
/ neither moved nor spoken-had rested
/ mOtioniess in her corner of the ton
neau. eyes closed. body relaxed and
listless. But low 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 90 for the day? Once across
the city line we're safe for little"
She nodded. breathed an address in
Westchester county.
Some time later p Sybarite became
sensible of an amazing fact. A 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
mien drew up in front of a boarding
house in West Thirty-eighth street
From this alighted little man with
somewhat bedraggled appearance
and a somewhat weatherbeaten, but
heartfelt grin. He shook hands with
the chauffeur and. speaking guarded
ly. confirmed some secret understand
ing with him.
Then the car rolled of, and ?. Syba-
rite shuffled meekly through the gate,
crossed the dooryard and met the out
ragged glare of George Bross with an
apologize smile and the request:
IF you've got pack of cigarettes
my business"
Without abating his manifestations
Of entire disapproval, George produced
a box Of cigarettes permitted z. Syba
ute to select one and helped himself.
"Sa-ay" he exploded. "Looky here
Whereve you been all night?"
Abb" p. Sybarite sighed provok-
ingly. That's long and tiresome
! story, George"
With much the air of a transient he
sat down by Georges side.
"a very long and very weary story,
George. l don't like TO tell 1t to you.
really. We'd be sure TO quarrel"
Why" George demanded.
Because you wouldn't believe me
I don't quite believe it myself, now
that alps over, barring a page or two
Your great trouble. George, is that you
have no Imagination"
II ain'tr'
Perfectly right-you haven't. If
you point with pride to that wild fight
Of fancy which identified Molly Les
sing with Marian Blessington. George
your position is las you yourself would
say untenable. 1t wasn't Imagination
it was fact"
NO" George calculated. rs that
right? Whatd 1 tell you? Say. what
cha been doin' with yourself all night.
P. 81"
I've been day of days-ing myself
George"
"Ah. can the kiddin, P. S. Come
through! Whadja do?"
Call me Perceval," P. Sybarite sug.
gested pleasantly.
"Wh-atw
Let it be Perceval hereafter. George.
always. give you free permission.
But | thought you said
$50 | did-a few hours ago. Now
well, rather like 1t. 1t makes all
the difference who calls you that sort
| Of Il name first and what her voice is
like"
''One of US" George protested with
profound conviction. "is plumb loony
| in the head
ITS me- said P. Sybarite humbly:
81 admit it. And the worst of it is,
like it: So would you if you'd been
through day of days"
George let that pass. For the mo-
/ ment he was otherwise engaged in
] VAIN Sp%SO4iLloI4 as " Tic appear dHSe
of phenomenon rather rare in the
calendar of that West Thirty eighth
street boarding house.
a telegraph boy, weary with the
WEAKNESS of not less than forty sum
| mers, was shutting in at the gate.
"Sa-ay" he called. with the asperity
Of ingrained ennui Either of youse
/ guys know guy named Perceval
Sybarite t lives here?"
Silently z. Sybarite held out his
! hand. took the greasy little book in its
! black oilskin binding, scrawled his sig
nature in the proper blank and receiv-
! ed the message in its sealed yellow en-
velope
Wait he commanded calmly. eying
the messenger with suspicion.
Watts eatin' you? Is they nan
swer?"
They amt no answer" P. Sybarite
admitted.
well, whatcha want? got no time
! to stick round here kiddln'"
zone moment of your valuable time
/ l believe you delivered Il message at
the Monastery apartments in Forty
third street this morning"
well, an what f did,"
only this
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