CLAY'S ORGY OF SPENDING GETS HIM INTO AN EMBAR- office with Clay in Wall street, come engaged, to New York. her trousseau. CHAPTER V-—Continued. — “This is too beautiful to go through so fast,” Daphne cried. “It's wonder- ful. We ought to walk. Promise me we can walk home, It's such a gor- geous night.” “You're crazy, darling, he said, “I've got to get to my office tomorrow, and you've got to get home for break- fast.” “All right for you,” she pouted. But it was none too serious a tragedy, and her spirits revived when the taxicab turned in through the shrubs about the old inn that had once been the home of Napoleon's brother and had heard the laughter of Theodosia Burr and of Betty Jumel in their primes. Daphne did not like the table the head waiter led them to. It missed both the breeze and the view. “Can't 7?” she sald. "” we sit over there? “I'll see.” The head waiter came reluctantly to his beck. When Clay asked for the table, the answer was curt: “Sorry, sir; it is reserved” Clay insulted. He whipped out his pocketbook and rebuked the tyrant with a bill. He thom t it was a one- bill, but he saw a “V"” on it just the swift and head walter absorbed it without seeming to. To ask for it back or for change was one of the most impossible things in the world. Clay made it as easy for his slave as he could, felt shel as subtle table I meant,” he said, pointing to the one he had indicated before. “That one.” “Oh, that one!” gaid the head walt: er. “Certainly, sir” He led the way, beckoning walters and omnibuses and snapping his fin- Bers, Clay ordered a supper as chastely perfect as a sonnet. It showed that he bad both native ability and education in the art of ordering a meal, He im- pressed even the head walter, and that is a triumph. That was Clay's pur- pose, self-respect and the wailter's attention in the face of the supper that was ing ordered at the next table. That was well ordered, too, but it was not & sonnet: it was a rhapsody. arrived. patched his Daphne: “See that fellow, That's Varick Duane, one of th known bachelors in New York. He was crazy about Leila” “Not Bayard's Leila!” “Yes. That's really why Bayard got married so quick. He was afraid Tom Duane would steal her. Nice enough fellow, but too much money I” Daphne looked at the big man, and not yet whiter he Thomas ¢ wellest- vorable She down with the American girl who will neither flirt nor flinch. Duane yielded and turned his eyes to Clay, recognized him, and nodded. “Hello, Wimburn! Hah ya?’ “Feeling fairly snappy,” said Clay. Duane showed a willingness to come over and be presented, but Clay kept him off with a look like a pair of push- ing bands, Duane loitered about, waiting for his guests. He looked lonely. Daphne felt a mixture of charity and snobbery in her heart. She whispered to Clay: “Invite the poor fellow over here till his guests come. Pm dying to be able to tell the people at home that I met the great Duane” Again Clay shook his head. “And that you introduced him to me." Clay nodded. He beckoned Duane over with bardly more than a motion of the eyebrows, Duane came with a flattering eagerness, He put his hand out to Clay; and Clay, rising, made the presentation, “You're not related to Bayard Kip, I hope,” Duane said, with an amiable frown. “He's my brother, Why?” “I owe him a big grudge,” sald Duane. “He stole his wife from me, Just as 1 was falling madly in love with her, Beautiful girl, your new sis. ter.” “I've never seen her,” said Daphne. “Beautiful girl!” he sighed. “Much too good for your Brother, infinitely beyond me. Why don’t you both move over to my table? Miss Kemble ls to be thére with her manager. Mighty clever girl—Miss Kemble, Have you s2en her pew play?" appraisal, stared “We were there tonight,” said Daph- ne. “She's glorious!” “Come on over and play in our yard, then.” Daphne had never met a famous actress, She was wild to join the group and to know Tom Duane better, | jut Clay spoke with an icy finality. “Thanks, old man. We've already ordered,” He still stood, and he had | not invited Duane to sit down. Tom Duane looked at Daphne and smiled like a boy rebuked. “All right, I'l! go quietly, I know when I'm kicked out. But next time I won't go so easily. Good night.” He put his warm, friendly hand out again to Daphne and to Clay, who nodded him away with an appalling io- formality, considering how great he was, Other pe plainly sight sonages of q ity. happy, ine, was life as Ix Ie Ww But at length she 3 hand eould not conceal of her features, + in, ome of them | ie of them per- Everybody seemed romantic. This inted to live it. Her little » contortion cland gloriously “I'm nfessed, with a “It's the most beautlif had, but I'm sleepy. He smiled with indulgent and ir, “Check !' tenderness | said to the walt ’ er eyes away lip of paper on a plate tut she started violently as he r and met it face to it with the grim one reading a death-war- ant. The amount staggered him. He turned pale. He recovered enough to gay to the walter, “You've given me the wrong che The nossair I” Clay studied it again. He ealled for the bill of fare, and studied that. Daphoe felt so ashamed that she want- ed to leap into the river. Abroad, it is believed that the man who does not | audit his restaurant bill is either an tourist or some other kind But in Daphne's set it was the act of a miser. Clay worked over his check as If it were a trial balance. “Ah, I thought 80,” he growled, bill of fare says that this ‘8 elbow, turned the bill ove He studied heroism of face, wis #0 a walter shook his head, “Oh, of fool. considered “The Moatreal Patriotism and Pride Helped Her for a Quarter of a Mile. melon is seventy-five cents a portion, You've charged me three dollars for two portions.” A look of pitying contempt twisted the walter's smile, : “The melon you ordered, ealr, was all out. I served you a French melon instead.” “Why didn’t you tell me? “I deed not theenk it mettered to the gentiaman.” Clay sniffed. He was not to be quieted by such a sop. He whipped out his pocketbook and Inid down every bill in it. He stretched his logs and ransacked his trousers pockets and dropped on the plate every coin he had. He withdrew a dime and waved the heap at the waiter, It was evident, from the way the walter soatched the plate from the table, that Clay had not tipped him, In fact, Clay sald, “This will be a lesson to you.” They slumped down the steps, The By Copyright by Harper & Brothers starter sald, “Cab, sir?” and made to whistle one up. Clay shook his head and walked on toward the monument of Grant, Daphne followed. They went as humbly as a couple of paapers evicted for the rent, Daphne was afrald to speak. She saw that Clay was sick with wrath, and she did not know him well enough to be sure how he would take her in- terference in his thoughts, She trudged along in utter shame, The worst of her shame was that she was so ashamed of it. Why should she care whether a walter smiled or frowned? But she did care, Infinitely. Daphne could not pump up any en- thusiasm for the scenery. Her lover fook no advantage of the serial of arbors and the embracing bowers. He never kissed her, not once, Daphne ceased to be sorry for Clay and felt sorry for her neglected self, Then she grew angry at herself, Then At length she sald, with ominous sweelness, “Are you going to walk all the way, dear?” “You said you didn’t wanted to, “That's 50.” She trudged some distance farther— a few blocks It was; it seemed miles, “About three miles and a half” “Is that The of novel I've been re: ig used off five or six before all? heroine nn to dash miles iotism and pride helped her for er of a mile more, Then she ed: “I guess I'm not an English heroine, I don't believe she ever really did I'll resign! I'll have to ask you to call me a cab” “Pretty hard to find an empt; this hour,” he sal “Tet’'s go over that way to the # part of town,” she said, t car or the subway” 1 he stopped and sald, » ive you g n- » tonight. Why?" mven't got n cent I iay! you poor thing! Ss why I was 80 1 If I'd had the ms do you think I'd have made a row before you h with the mney, see, 1 didn’t expect to go out to Clare mont after the theater, The taxi cost more than 1 expected, and then I gave the head waiter five dollars instead of one, I ordered with that it would come out right. But that busi $ about the melon finished me. I Just made it. 1 never was in my life. And I had to drag you into it, and now I'm murdering your poor little feet” “That's the funniest joke I ever heard. Why didn’t you tell me before?” “it's no joke” “Why. course it is! Care =o so axhamed of You have some more.” He did pot answer this. He said nothing at all. 8he had a terrified feel ing that his silence was full of mean ing, that his bank account would not respond to his eall, She could not ask him to explain the situation. She was afraid that he might, She marched on doggedly, growing more and more gloomy and decrepit, Her little slippers with their stilted heels pinched and wavered, and every step was a pang. “Let's go over there and get on a street car, and dare them to put us ofl.” she suggested. “It's a pay-as-you-enter car” groaned, The world was a different world now. The drive that had been so tre- mendously lovely ag she sped through it in a taxicab was a pathway in Mo- he that it was a symbol of the life ahead of her. She had counted on escaping from the money limits of her home. She was merely transferring herself from one jail to another, Her young lover had dazzled her with his heedless courtship, flown away with her on motor wings, dipping to earth now and then to sip refresh. ments at a high cost, and then swoop ing off with her again, And now his wings had broken; his gasoline was gone; his motor burnt out; and the rest of the Journey was to be the same old trudge. She had been leaning heavily on Clay's arm. Now she put it away from her in a mixture of pity for him and of self-reproof. When he protested, she sald: “I think I'll walk better alone for a while,” Ho she hobbled and hobbled by her self, he pleading to be allowed to help her, But she kept him away. And they crept on a little farther, loving each other piteously. In the course of time they reached the Soldiers’ and Sallors’ monument, and Daphne sank down at the base of “I can’t go any farther,” she sald, “not if I die of starvation” He sank down dt her side. The moon peered at them between the columns and the 4 celln of the monument, and seemed to tilt Its face to sme side and smile, A motorcar went by with the silence of a loping panther. Another car pasgs- ing it threw a calcium light on Tom Duane and his guests and his chauf- feur, How gorgeously they sped! If Daphne had had a bit of luck she would be with them, soaring on the pinions of money, instead of hobbling on without it : Daphne took off her slippers and fondled her poor abused feet as If they were her children. Bat when she tried to thrust them back into her slippers for a final desperate effort she almost shrieked with the hurt, “I'll have to go the rest of the way in my stocking feet,” she moaned, “Not if 1 have to carry you,” Clay growled, Jefore he had a chance to carry out his resolution a taxicab that had de- posited its fares at an apartment house above went bowling by with its flag up. Clay ran out and howled at it tll it stopped, clreled Hguad, and drew up by the bridle-path. Then he ran to Daphne and bundled her into it, and gave her address to the driver. “But how are you going to pay him?’ sighed, blissfully, they shot along. “Not that I care at all.” “I naven't figured that Clay. “I'll drop take him to my club and see If I can't from somebody there. If 1 I'l give him my watch or the she ng out,” sald borrow can't, Daphne sighed, por much I have cost you! to give you a good time ] “and it’s alary day.” Her hea sister all 1 How “Let Are % it Bye The nn ister-in-ls exe have was tired ting of Daphne and | was not what elther ted or sel aged, foot love 85a the door o of a wave the the luggage a mother Inw nal law yet t« Bayard ¢ lief that Daphne gone back apartment about their little wilted ¢ from the night magic instantane Mother Kips the light that bedroom. sition, but she was tired, and all the way up in the overloaded cab she had thought longingly of the beautiful bed in her own new home, and had prom. came from hed In bh : $e arening Bayard fia a long stay. find a strange woman there—even though she bore the sacred name of | mother-in-law? Mother Kip ordered Bayard and Leila out of their own room and when | she was ready to be seen she had so many apologies to make and accent that the meeting entirely lacked the | rapture it should have expressed. Even | a mother could hardly be glad to see her son in such discouraging circum- stances, All three exchanged ques- tions more and more perfunctorily, and kept repeating themselves, The most popular question was, “I wonder where Daphne is?” Theg could not know that she was hobbling down the wilderness of Riv. erside drive. She, too, was thinking longingly of her bed. But long before she reached it her mother had moved in and established herself across a good deal more than half of it. It was a smallish bed in a smallish bedroom. Lella fell asleep in her tub and might have drowned without noticing the difference if her yawning husband had not saved her life—and very clove. erly: he was too tired to lift her from the water, so he lifted the stopper and let the water escape from her, She al most resented the rescue, but event ually got herself to bed In a prettily sullen stupor, From some infinite depth of peace she was dragged up protesting. Bayand elaborate tollet, but Bayard haled per | out before she was ready. This was the final test of Lella’s patience snd of Daphne's, It was a tribute to both that they hated the collision more than each other. Their greetings were appropri ately emotional and nolsy, and they both talked at once in a manner that | showed a certain congeniality, When at length Daphne went to her room she observed her mother's extra territorial holdings. She stretehed herself along the narrow coastline in despuir of rest. But she was too tired | to worry or lie awake and she slept | thoroughly. i The next morning the three women, | about to meet one another by daylight, | made thelr preparations with the | scrupulous candidates for presentation at court, breakfast was late and the only man | there, except the evanescent the restaurant below, was anxiety of In con Sequence, | waiter | from Bay ard. A troop of business worries like = arm of goat had wakendd him early, He had escaped some of them | in Europe, for the honeymoon had been a prolonged and beatific interlude | in his office hours: but his career. His work, and that XA marriage career wa was hi she beghn tg prepare sn buking him, as with far-off bugle | alarms, He was so rest glanred at the b that he merely of the pag his addline when » and Mrs 1 exclamation at the Even Bayard and Leila 108 over the « » beens a cup of he posture of her w attracted by a por- , had his newspaper t down with his cof. ab in the mere Mexican genesis and the | American intervention that the all-important demands of love, and ignored the appalling fact he had only a few minutes left before he must take his departure, It pitiful awakening to the | new Kip. She was being taught sorbed anger of he forgot WES a Mrs keep her husband's mind or his body | He had said that she | clase at home, he was only a part of it. He had said Now he thing else, He had to have a news The sight of Leila’s anguish over the breakfast obsequies of the honeymoon chilled Daphne's hope of nmrriage bliss like a frost ravening among peach blossoms, Every feminine reader of this paper can appreciate the situa. tion in which Daphne found hen self when she set out to buy all the pretty things that she felt she should have before hecom. ing Clay's bride. Her limited purse did not fit In at all with the prices that confronted her at every turn. What did she do? (TO BE CONTINUED.) 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