The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 28, 1919, Page 15

i | November's } TH’ REASON | “TOOK, you War's FUNNY- WITH ME WAS Oo Ger TH’ mt BENEFIT MENT~ WHICH fe) Buy OF YOUR JU0G- ONE SHAL ? al TRY A BOR-CONSTRICTOR “WOW THATS A LONG DISTANCE SHAKE — THERE ~ HELL (Continued From Yesterday) Like an arrow from the string. November's car broke cover at an angie. Ignoring the slanting way threshold to gutter, it took the of the curb apparently at full ‘ and skidded to the northern before it could be brought wun- control and its course shaped a@ shiver P. Sybarite recog: it car. not the taxicab that he had to expect, but the same Umousine into which ed Marian Blessington seata were two men the a revolver In either And the body of the car con- ‘one passenger, at least, if P. ite might trust to an impres gained in one hasty glance ough the forward windows as the bore down upon them—Novem- ‘3 wéapons spitting fire. He could not say who that om might be; but he could guess; and guessing, knew the au tomatic in his grasp to be useless; whe dared not fire at the gangster for fear ot loosing a wild bullet into the body of the car. “Now they were within fifty feet @f one another. By contrast with the apparent slowness of the tour ing car to get in motion, the lim- ine seemed already to have at locomotive speed. A yell and a shot from one of revolvers (P. Sybarite gaw the bullet score the asphalt mot two feet from the forward wheel) warned them to clear the way as the gang leader's car swerved wide to pass them. And on this the touring car seemed to get out of control, swing ing across the street. Immediately Yea, You Look Fnie~ wa overt TO Ba SHE NEVER VALUED MY JUDGMENT BEFORE- SHES ALWAYS ‘TELLIN’ ME HOW Poor MY JUOGMENT Is Trouswt To 88 A VERY TY Arran. Louis” | This, however, the little man was! alert to dodge. November bodily into his arms. Grappling, the/ two reeled and went down, P. Sy | barite’s fingers closing on the throat | of the anwwsin Just as the latter's head struck the pavernent with brutal forc The man shivered, grunted. and lay still. came ov, nis feet. CHAPTER XXIT Together im a daze, P. Sydarite shook and felt himself all over, unable to credit But he was apparently unharmed. Kismet! * » Then suddenly he quickened to the ed, November stunned and helples: at his feet, November's driver mak- ing off, the crowd swarming around, the police an imminent menace Now if Marian were in the body of get her out of it and away before take and apprehend them both la little Iuck—and the thing might | possibly be accomplished. | His chauffeur was crawling ig |nominiously out from beneath the }touring car—his countenance livid with grime and the pallor of fright. | grinned a sheepish grin. P. Sybarite seized him by the arm. “Are you hurt?” “Not ten cents’ worth—much less @ thousand dollars! No such luck!” Hia mouth to the fellow’s ear, P his excape from that rain of bullets. | circumstances: the thing was finiwh-| | the police and detectives could over-} JOSEPH VAN: through the crowd about them, selx jed P. Sybarite and held him fast. “What's this? Who's this he bbied incoherently, brandishing a uely formidable fist ‘A lady, you foolt P. Sybarite |anapped. “Let go and catch that | scoundrel over there—if you're worth }your salt.” He waved his free hand broadly in (ko driver. Abruptly_and without protest the }patroiman Yoleased him, butted his |way through the crowd, and disap- peared. An arm boldly about waist, P. Sybarite helped her to the step of the touring car—an@ blessed |that prince among chauffeurs, who |was up and ready in his seat! But now again he must be hinder: 1: a plain-clothes cnan dropped a heavy hand upon his shoulder and screwed the muzzle of a revolver into P. Sybarite’s ear. “Under arrest! Ke biatted wildly | to collect all right!’ P. Sybarite “Ladmit it I'm “All righty | told him roughly Instant action, inspired audacity. | not resisting, am I? Take that gun| about you jout of my ear and help me get this lady into the car before sh pled and torn to pleces by t ing fools!’ Stupidly enough, the man compre |hended some part of his admonish ese star- Meeting the eye of his employer, he| ment. Staring blankly from the little! |man to the girl, he pocke his | weapon and, grasping Marian’s arm, | ansisted her into the touring car. “Thanks! cried P. tig up on the run board. "You're | most amiable, cny friend!” Marian's! Sybarite, jump: | Sybarite whispered hoarsely and hur | And with the heel of his open hand riedly: he struck the man forcibly upon the “Unhook your license number—| chest, no that he reeled back, tripped throw it in the car—get ready to|over the hapchance foot of an fnno- move on the word—lady in that car|cent bystander, and went sprawling wistful regard of the gtri ed to hin brows. ‘The car swept on and the golden hush of that gi day ‘morning | and blush n rious Sun CHAPTER XXII Perceval Unashamed. Toward 10 of that mame Sunday | morning a touring car of majestic P, Sybarite disengaged and got UP} the direction taken by November's; mien drew up in front of a boarding. | House In 38th #t. w | From this alighted a little man of jsomewhat bedrageied appearance, | Wearing a somewhat weather-beaten | but heartfelt grin. Ostentatiously (or so lone solitary and sourmouthed spec tator, disturbed in his perusal of |comic supplecnent on the brownstdne stoop.of the boarding-house) he shook hands with the chauffeur, and |speaking guardedly, confirmed ac | private understanding with him | Then the car rotied off, and P. Sybarite shuffled meekly in through the gate, cromsed the dooryard, and a ne the town-car, as he believed, he must | “Carrying firearms! Causing a crowd| met the outraged glare of George | Bross with an apologetic smile and | | the request | “If you've got a pack of Sweets € rge, | can use one In | m: at abating his manifestation disapproval, George produc jed a box of cigarettes, permitted P. | Sybar to select one, and helped | himself They loft entir shared a match, even as j br thers might, before honest indi¢ |nation escaped the grim portals of | | the shipping clerk's mouth. Saay!’ he y here: | where've you been ail nig | P. Sybarite sighed provok: | lod Abhi" story, George.” | With much the alr of @ transtent, | he sat him down by George's side. « | A very through | it seemed to| ingly: “that's a long and tiresome |, By ALLMAN WELL - | GOT TH’ BENEFIT- THATS WHY | BOA-CONSTRICTOR EH, CARTER % ! hardy annual lin, P. “Marian™ Mins that was. “Honest said | talkalogue of his! 8. esaington—Molly Lessing George, sincerely. j don't know whether to think | You've gone bughouse or not. You've always been a bit queer and foolleh hereafter,/in the bean, but never since I've you free known you “And after dinner,” P. Sybarite tI thought you said— | pursued evenly, “you're going to at “So T did—a few b ago. Now| tend very quiet little wedding {—well, I rather Ike It makes ail | party. the difference who calls you that sort “Whore, for God's make?* f name first, and what her voice is} “Marian’s and mine; and the only . | reason why you can’t be best man is ‘One of us.” George protested with | that the best man will be my cousin, profound conviction, “is plumb loony | Peter Kenny.” head “Is that straight?” It's said P, Sybarite him-| “On the level.” bly I admit it . And the| George concluded that there was | worst of it te—I like it! So would | sanity in P. Sybarite's eyes. ou if you'd been thru a Day of| “Well, I certainly got to slip you Days.” the congrats!” he protested. “And jeorge let that pase; for the mo-|say—you goin’ to bounce Whigham ment he waa otherwise engaged in| and Wimper, too?” tion as to the appear:| “Yeu.” © of a phenomenon rather rare in| “And whatcha goin’ do then?” endar of that West 38th st./ “I? To tell you the truth, me Perceval pleasantly P. Sybarite Perceval I grant like t lm considering joining the union and| stern Union boy, weary with | agitating for an eighthour Day of the weariness of not leas than forty | Days. Thie one of mine has been summers, Was shuffling im at the| eighteen hours tong, more or less— gate. | since I got thone theater tickets, you “Saay™ he called with the asper- | know—and I'm too dog-tired to keep ity of ingrained ennui—‘elther of |my eyes open another minute. After youse guys know a guy named Pers | I've had a nap, I'll tell you all Aout ceval Sybarite ‘t lives here?” | ev ythin 7 Silently P. Sybarite held out his ut he wasn't too tired to read his hand, took the greasy little book in| telegram, when he found himself ite black offeloth binding, scrawled | again, and for the last time, In his | his signature in the proper blank, | hall bedroom. and received the message in its| It said simply: | sealed yellow envelope rian.” “Waitt he commanded, calmly| From this P. Sybarite looked up eyeing Western Union with suspi-/to his reflection In the glass. And | clon |presently he smiled sheepishly, ‘and “W't's eatin’ you? Is they an an- | blinked. ewe | “Perceval. . “They ain't no answer,” P. Sy-/ tle man fondly | (THE END) “I love you.—Ma. + ™ murmured tho lit barite admitted EVERETT TRUE — HE'S DEEN WORKING eet YEARS, BUT Tat Hees ‘0 ‘SA {WAIL BIRD a Fy i if ‘be iH), || ror, aN Mra, Pipps—Heavens, |Henry; wake up! grating no pry open Mr. Pipy I hear a harsh, ¢ door. Nonsense, ADLY AFFRONT between you and Mr. Klassiks? Miss Tonsils. enid I ang like a siren bile horn! Hewitt Jewett- just become the fath Poets are born, not made. T of twins, “Well, whatcha want? I got no ime to stick around here kiddin’.” —————_____—__________-y “One moment of your valuable hal AN EYE FOR BUSINESS | tima. I believe you delivered a mee | R - —_—-———_— * sage at the Monastery apartcnents in D TO LIE AND IVE JUST FOUND ovr You're A HUN MING-LAYER THA oe G;; Wg wake up, A burglar is trying to | It's some | rat trying that cake you baked to- | Her Mother—jhat's the matter | He insulted me. He The idea, comparing my voice to an automo- | Don't speak of it; T have | the other, crowded to the gutter, at- | long and weary StOry. | «sra et. thie morning.” | is, tempted to take the curb, but, the Wheels meeting !t at angle not suf. ficiently acute, tho maneuvre failed. To a chorus of yells November's driver shut down the brakes not 4 thought too soon—not soon enough, indeed, to avoid a collision that crumpled a mudguard as tho it had been a thing of pasteboard. Simultaneously P. Sybarite’s chaf. feur set the brakes, and with the agility of a hounded rabbit seeking ita burrow, dived from his seat to the site of the car farthest from gangsters. sem an instant be was underneath * Sybarite, on the other hand, had leaped before the accident. Stagecring % pace or two—and all the time under fire—he at length found bis feet not six feet fromm the Immousine. It had stopped broadside on. In this position he commanded the front seats without great danger of sending & shot through the body. His weapon rose mechanically and quite deliberately he took aim— making assurance doubly sure throughout what seemed an age made sibilant by the singing past hig head of the infuriated gangster’s | bullets. But hie finger never tightened upon the trigger. November bad ceased firing and ‘was plucking nervously at the slide of his automatic. His driver had jumped down from his seat and was ecuttling madly up the street. In a breath P. Sybarite realized what was the matter: as automatics. ywill, when hot with fast firing, No “yvember’s had choked on an empty: shell. November rose to meet him, re-, Yersing his pistol and aiming at P., Bybarite’s head a murderous blow. —kidnapped—I love her—d'you un derstand?—we must get her away— another thousand in this for you—* “Gotcha,” the man cut in smartly. “And I'm with you to ‘the Inst act! Go to it, bo'—I like your styl Swinging about, P. Sybarite Jump ed upon the running board of the maroon-coloured car, wrenched the door open, and stumbled in. In her evening frock and her cloak | of furs, Marian lay huddled in a} corner, wrists and ankles alike made fast with heavy twine, her mouth| closed tight by a bandanna handker-| chief passed round her jaws and| knotted at the nape of her neck. | Above its folds her face wan like| snow, but the little man thought to| detect in her staring eyes a hint of | intelligence, and on this he counted | with all his soul “Don't scream! he pleaded as,| whipping out @ pocket knife, he severed her bonds. “Don't do any thing but depend on me. Pretend, if you like, you don’t know what's happening—likely you don’t at that! No matt Have faith in me; I'll get you clear of this yet!” Te fancied a s@ttening look tn those wide and frightened eyes of a| child. An instant’s work loosed her scor: ed and excoriated wrists; in another, the bonds fell from her ankles. Deft ly unknotting the bandage that clos ed her mouth, he asked could she walk. With difficulty, in a husky and painful whisper, but stlil cour- ageously, she told him yen. Hopeful, rather than counting on this assurance, he jumped out and offered his hand. She put hers into it (and it was cold as toe), stirred, rose stiffly, tottered to the door, and fell into his arma. . . A uniformed patrol an, breaking | and listless. and blaspheming upon his back Somebody laughed hysterically, “Gor P. Sybarite cried to the chauffeur 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 fair. ly started; in five minutes thrown it off entirely and were run- ning free at a moderate pace up Broadway just above Columbus circle, . . “Where to new, boss?” feur presently enquired. P. Sybarite looked inquiringly at his charge. Since her rescue she had neither moved nor spoken—had rest- ed motionless in her corner of the tonneau, eyen closed, bocy relaxed But now she roused; un. velled the dear wonder of her eyes of brown; even mustered up tho ghost of a smile. “Wherever you think best,” she told him gently “The P You might be both. ered there. We may be traced—we're sure to, This only saves us for the day, Tomorrow—reporters—all that perhaps. 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 a little.” She nodded: breathed an address in Westchester county. o* Some time later P. Bybarite be came sensible of an amazing fact. A hand of bis rested on the cushioned neat, and in it lay, now warm and wonderfully soft and light, Marian’s hand. Ho stared incredplously until he had confirmed@the substance of this impression; looked up blinking; met the confident, straightforward, and the chauf. had} George. I don't like to tell it to yo really. We'd be sure to quarrel.” “Why? George demanded aggres sively. “Recause you wouldn't believe me. I don't quite believe it enyself, now |that all's over, barring a page or |two, Your great trouble, George, is |that you have no imagination.” “The devil I ain't!" | “Perfectly right; you haven't. If} you point with pride to that wild | Might of fancy which identified ‘Mol |ly Lessing’ with Marian Blessington, | George, your position in (as you your self would say) untenable, It wasn't imagination: it was fact.” "No!" George ejaculated right? What'd I tell you?” “Word of honor! But it's a #e-| cret, an yet—from everybody except} you and Violet; and even you we | wouldn't tell had you not earned the right to know by guessing and mak ing me semi credulons—enough to | start something—several somethings, in fact.” "Gwan | “In that i George coaxed. to me: I'll eat “Peed tt it right outa your hand. Whatcha been doin’ with yourself all night, P. 8.7" “I've been Day of Daystng my- self, George.” “Ah, can the kiddin’, P throught Whadja do?” “Broke every commandment in the decalogue, George, barring one or two of the more indelicate ones; kicked the laws of chance and proba- bility into a cocked hat; fractured most of the nunicipal ordinances and—let me see--oh, yes!—dislocated the long arm of coincidence so badly that all of its subsequent perform. ances are going to seem stiff and lacking in that alr of spontaneity 8. Come | the boy an’ what ‘f I did?” this.” | arite extracted an immense | roll of bills from his pocket; trans. ferred it to his other hand; delved deeper; eventually produced a single | ar gold ple “Take this,” he said, tossing it to with princely noncha last of a lot, but “It's the yours,” | “What for? Western Union de-| manded in amaze; while, as for! c Bross, he developed plain | symptoms of apoplexy “You'll never know,” Now run it's | mid P. Sy-| barite before | come to,” | In the shadow of this threat, | Western Union fled precipitately P. Sybarite rom yawned; smiled | benignantly upon George Hross. “I'm off to bed—was only walting for this message,” he announced; “put before I co—tell me; how much money does Violet think you ought to be earning before you're eligible for the Matrimonial Stakes?” she said something about fifty George remembered gloomily. “It's yours—doubled,” P. Sybarite told him, “Tomorrow you will re sign from the employ of Whigham & Wimper and go to Blessington’s to enter thelr shipping departmerft at a hundred a week; and if you don't, earn it, may God have mercy on your wretched soul!” George got up very suddenly. “I'll go send for the doctor,” he announced. “One moment more.” P. Sybarite dropped a detaining hand upon his arm. “You and Violet are invited to dinner tonight—at the Hotel Piaza. Don’t be alarmed; you needn't dren; per without which—-" “My Gawd! George despalred— jcation coming to ma in July? Employer—Will you marry me in June? Typist—What, with two weeks va Well, you've got a nerve! FORTUNATE} 2— | HOW ——— ee Jones—I have not been able to lo- cate those building lots you sold me in Viperdale. Real Extater — You're = Iucky; we'll dine” privately in Marian’s apartment! there's @ squatter on them who would have killed you if you had. | orge Washington couldn't tell a lie.” fool questions he couldn’t answer.” x— a Bae | GIFTED Visitor—What makes you think that William will grow up to be a great doctor? Fond Mother—While playing doc- tor with his little playmates, he said: “Gentlemen, before we begin to op- erate, you hold the patient's hands and feet. I'll get the 3 cents out of his right-hand pocket.” i “Well, he didn’t have to; he didn’t | have any children to ask him a lot of |j The Boss—Yes, we need a show our hats, What are your ifications? 2 Percy Pettipate—Me? I'm @ ~ fect six and a quarter,