Synopsis.—Clay
Cleveland,
come engaged.
to New York.
her trousseau. Daphne's
Europe with his bride,
selves in Bayard's fiat,
to luxurious New York
town, who seems greatly
Leila.
life
Yorker on a visit to
whose brother is in the same
Tom Duane, man-abont-
Daphpe accidentally dis-
Jayard and his
her,
ann
CHAPTER Vi—=Continued.
Her sympathies would ordinarily
have been with her brother in any dis-
pute between him and his wife. But
this was a dispute between Bayard
and love, It was sacrilegious for him
to go on reading the Times when his
bride had so much more important
things to discuss. He heard her dis-
cuss them as through a morning paper
darkly, and he made the wrong an-
swers, and finally he snatched out his
watch, glared it in the face, gasped,
and attacked the last of his breakfast
like a train-catcher at a Iunch-counter.
It was thus that he heard Leila wall,
“What's to become of all morn-
ing?
Bayard stared at her sharply, but
spoke softly enough: “Why, I don't
know, honey. There ought to be pl 'nty
for you to do, The Lord knows there's
enough for me at the office.”
“All right,” sighed Leila. “Tl be
brave and worry through somehow, till
noon, with my sweet new sister's help.
But we'll come down and lunch with
you. About what time do you go out
to luncheon, By?”
Bayard's answer was discouraging:
“This is one of the three days a week
when the heads of the firm always
lunch at Delmonico’s in a private room.
Im afraid I can't lunch with you to-
day.”
“And vou'll leave nte this whole ter-
rible day? 1 can never exist so long
without yon.”
“I'm mighty sorry, honey. But men
must work, andso-forth. I've been
away too long. The office needs me,
And I've spent a lot of money, and I've
got to go down and earn some more to
buy pretty things for my beauty.”
This brightened her In a way he had
not expected, and a little too far be-
yond his hopes. Gloom left her face
like a cloud whipped from before the
sun. She dazzled him with her smile,
“Oh, IT know what to do! Daphne
and your mother and I can go shop
ping.”
Bayard’s heart flopped. He won
dered what on earth more there was
in the shops that she could want to
buy. Bhe had come to the marriage
with her trousseau only partly com-
pleted, on account of the haste of the
wedding. jut she had bought and
bought in Europe. She had made his
honeymoon anxious by her rapacity
for beautiful things to wear. And now
that they had come to New York with
their old trunks bulging and new
trunks bought abroad bulging, and had
paid a thumping sum at the custom
house, now she was still eager to go
shopping!
What he wanted to do was to quit
buying for a while and sell something.
He did not say this, Love was slip-
ping the bandage off one eye: but it
had not yet removed the sugar stick
that stops the tongue from criticism.
Leila grew more cheerful at a ter
rifying rate: “Go on to your old
luncheon, my dear child, and Daphne
and your mother and I will go on a
spree in the shops. Then we'll all
have a banquet tonight and a theater,
and If we're not too tired, a supper;
and if you're very good I'll take you to
one of those dancing places afterward.
I'll buy the theater tickets myself, I'll
get good ones. I want to save you as
much trouble as I can, honey. So run
along to your office and don't worry
about us. But you must miss me—
rightfully! Will you?”
He vowed that he would, and he
meant it. Bhe was a most missable
creature.
He rose to leave, but she stopped
him to say, “What play shall we see?”
This was the occasion for elaborute
debate till Bayard gave signs of trum-
peting his wrath and bolting.
Leila graciously released him only to
call him back to say that be had for
gotten his newspaper.
“I left it for you. Don't you want to
read it?” he asked. “I ean get another
nt the subway station.”
She shook her head: “There's noth.
fxg Interesting In the papers. I'm just
from Paris, and I know more about the
feshionn than they do."
me
Bayard shuddered a little, Inly. The
times were epic. Immortal progress
was being made as never before: an-
cient despotisms were turning into re-
publics, republics were at war with
one another; constitutions, labor prob-
lems, life problems, all social Institu-
tions, were being ripped up and re
made, all the relations of masters and
men, mistresses, children, wives, ani
mals,
Yet Leila said there was nothing in
the papers! Revolutionary news meant
to her a change in the fashion in
sleeves, the shift of the equatorial
walstline a trifle nearer the bust or a
trifle nearer the hips, the reiease of
the ankles from tight skirts, The great
rebellion In her world was the abrupt
decision of the dressmakers that after
years of costumes clinging more and
more closely to the human outline they
would depart from it in every way
possible. Lella wns Interested vitally
in what women would wedr and what
they would leave off, and grandly in-
different to which nations were shoot-
ing at which. Jayard hesitated, ap-
pealed again to his watch, gasped at
the hour and the minutes, kissed Leila
violently, kissed Daphne and kissed
his mother and rushed for the door.
Leila put out her arms again.
“1 must be last,” she cried, and as
he bowed into her arms she kissed his
ear and whispered, “and first, too, and
all the betweens.”
iayard was a business man from his
cradle days. He loved promptitude.
He blushed to arrive late at his office
and set a bad example to his stenog-
raphers and clerks. It was his creed
that success comes to those who arrive
earlier on the battlefield than the oth.
ers, fight ha stay long there,
and end every day with the next day's
maneuvers clearly realized as part of
the next month's campaign.
There was need for concentration In
his business, for he had brought back
from Europe a sense of great disaster
in the air. And there was no encour
agement in American business except
an instinctive feeling that the worst
must be over because it had lasted so
tong.
rder est
CHAPTER VIL
It was a time when everybody was
cutting down appropriations, reducing
expenses. Cities, counties, states, na-
tions were all paying the penalty of
Bust Hung a Gown That Seemed
Cry Aloud to Daphne,
former extravagances by present econ-
omies, Rich people were positively
boastful of their penuries.
The three women assailed a list of
| things for Daphne's trousseau with the
Yruthlessness of an auditing commit.)
tee. They cut out this and that, de
elded that this gown coiild be omitted
or postponed, that waist tould be had
in a cheaper quality, these parasols
were not really necessary, those stock.
ings need not be so numerous all at
once,
And yet even Mrs. Kip admitted that
the whole array was far beyond the
reach of her husband's geaps. Still
she Insisted that he could provide a
partial trousseau at least. She herself
would *go without things” for ten
years if necessary.
Daphne, however, was haunted by
the vision of her father's harrowed,
money-hungry face, When ber mother
reminded her that it was his last
chance to do anything for Ler, she re-
torted, “Yes, and it's my last chance
to do anything for him.”
Her pride was wrung by her plight,
She must either go shabby or cause
acute distress to one or both of the
men that were dearest of all in the
world to her. She must leave behind
her a burden of debt as a farewell
tribute to her father, or she must
bring with her a burden of debt as her
dot.
“No!” she cried, with a sudden im-
patient slash at the Gordian knot.
“Clay will have to take me just as I
am or take back his diamond ring he
wished on me”
Her deflance was
Her mother protested:
“It's not Clay that you have to con-
sider. He'll never know what You
have on. It's the guests at the wed-
ding—and your old friends and the
neighbors, You don’t want them to
think we're poor and that your father
is marrying you off cheap, do you?”
Daphne flared back, “It seems
mighty foolish to go and make yourself
really poor in order to keep from seems
ing poor, especlally when you never
fool anybody except yourself!”
Leila, with the magnanimity of a na-
tive spendthrift, tried to soothe the
fever of the rebel: “Let's go prowling
around, anyway. I may see something
1 want for myself. Bayard dragged me
away from Paris before 1 had finished
shopping. There are several things I
need desperately.”
The three wise women set forth:
they joined the petticoated army pour
ing from all the homes like a levee en
masse, g foray of pretty Huns,
They reached the alluring place
where the famous Dutilh, like an amia-
ble Mephistopheles, offered to buy
souls in exchange for robes of angelic
charm,
In the window, on a dummy, with no
head, no feet, and a white satin bust,
hung a gown that seemed to cry aloud
to Daphne:
“1 belong to you and you belong to
mel! Fill me with your flesh and 1 will
cover you with an surcole”
The three forlorn women understood
the message instantly, They looked at
one another, then, without a word, en-
tered the shop, doomed in advance,
Leila was known to Dutith and he
greeted her with an extravagaot ime
pudence that terrified Mrs. Kip:
“You little devil!” he hissed. “Get
right out of my theater, How dare you
come here after letting somebody else
build your trousseau?”
Leila apologized and explained and
he pretended to be mollified as he pre-
tended to have been insulted. Having
thus made the fleld his own, he turned
to Daphne, studied her frankly with
narrowed eyes as if she were asking
to be a model, and sighed:
“Oh, what a narrow escape!”
Daphne jumped and gasped,
what?”
“That gown in the window, that Lan
vin that was born for you. Youn must
have seen it—the afternoon one in
parchment-toned taffeta and tulle”
The women, astounded by his intul-
tion, nodded and breathed hard, like
terrified converts at a seance, He was
referring to the one that belonged to
Daphne, and he ordered her to get into
it at once,
She demurred: “I'm afraid of the
price. How much is it, please?”
“Don’t talk of money!” Dautith
stormed. “I hate it! Let's see the
gown on you." He called one of his
tawny manikine, “Help Miss Kip into
this gown, Maryla.”
A mournful-eyed beauty led Daphne
into a dressing room and acted as
maid. Daphne stepped out of her street
suit into the Parisian froth as if she
were going from chrysalls to butterfly.
Maryla was murmurous with homage
as she fastened it together and led
Daphne forth.
Mrs, Kip felt as if she had surren-
dered a mere daughter and received
bck a seraphic chingeling. Daphne
was no longer a pretty girl; she was
something ethereal, bewitched and be-
witching. If she could own that gown
her mother would be repaid for all her
pangs from travail on. She would ac
cept the gown as advance royalty on
any future hardships,
Daphne looked about for Leila, but
Leila was gone. She reappeared a
moment later in a costume almost
more delicious than Daphne’s—a tunic
of peach-blow tulle caught up with
pink rosebuds and hanging from a
draped bodice of peach-blow sdtin that
formed a yoke low on the hips, And
there wns a narrow petticoat of peach.
pink satin, It was as if peaches had
a soul, as perhaps they have,
Perfect happiness is sald to need a
bit of horror to make it complete, The
happiness of the two girls did not lack
that element, The price of their glory
furnished it, They asked the cont
with anxlousness,
Sald Dutith: “T'o Miss Kip I'll Tet it
go dirt cheap for three hundred and
enti The one Miss—or--Mrs,
Kip has on Tll give away for—ummh,
well--say the same price.”
Daphne and her mother were sick-
not convincing.
“From
fof those rusts Of manta that ruin pro:
ple. Her soul of souls clamored to
wear that very gown that very after.
noon. Even to take it off would hurt
like flaying,
Leila had the same feeling. Her ap-
petite for resplendent gowns had
grown with exercige,
Dutilh took pity on them: “Look
here,” he said, “I'll make the price two
hundred and seventy-five. It's giving
them away, but you are such visions in
them!”
It was a big reduction, but it left the
rice still mountain high.
“I want something to wear tomor-
row afternoon,” Lella sald, “I've got
to go to a tea and my sister has to go
with me.”
Daphne had not heard of the tes,
but she wanted somewhere to go in
thant gown.
Dutilh smiled: “Nothing easier,
Take the duds with you or let me send
them. Where are you living now?’
Lella made a confession: “The
trouble is, Mr. Dutilh, that I'm just
back from Paris and I haven't a cent
left, and Miss Kip is buying her trous-
seau and has spent more already than
she expected to”
Dutith rose to the Lait that he had
expected them to dangle: “That's
simple. Why not open an account with
me? Take the gowns along and pay
me when you like”
Leila mumbled,
ask my husband.”
Daphne said, “My father wouldn't
like me to start an account.”
“Charge It to your sister's account,
then, and pay her.”
“You say you wbduld
both to me?” sald Leila.
“Certainly,” said Dutilh
“Send them, then sald Leila,
imperial brevity.
“I should have to
charge them
*
with
AS A
oid him 10. & Tow voles what Be ought
to have,
Daphne rejoiced. AN luxury was
music to her. Fine clothes, fine foods
on fine dishes, fine horses, motors, fur.
nitures, fine everything, gave her an
exaltation of soul lke the thrill of a
religion,
New York was heaven on earth, The
streets were gold, the buildings of jas.
per, and the people angels—good
angels or bad, as the case might be,
but still angels, She wanted to be an
angel,
Among the squads of mey and wom-
en camped about the lHttle tables she
made out Sheila Kemble again, in a
knot of elderly women of manifest im-
portance,
“Isn't that Shella Kemble?’ Daphne
nsked,
“Yen, that's Sheila,” sald Duane, and
he waved to her and she to him, He
turned back to Daphoe, “Awfully nice
girl. Like to meet her?
“I'm crazy to”
“I'd bring you together now,
she’s completely surrounded
grandes dames.”
He named the women, and Mrs, Kip
but
by
of Valkyrs in Valhalla,
to see them paying such court to
actress, She said so,
“All great successes love one
other,” Duane explained.
fan-
the best families, and Shella
earned her place. She looks a bit |
like your daughter, don’t you think?”
Mrs, Kip tilted her head and studied
Miss Kemble and nodded. She
the important amendment,
like she used to look lke Daphne.”
“That's better,” sald Tom
“Miss Kip might be her understudy.”
made
does
Dutilh smiled. “You
this afternoon.
“Thank you,
shall have them
Yo
a
no “Gn,
“He's Awfully Rich, | Suppose,” Said
Daphne,
by the way, I've just remembered no
marvelous design by Paul Poiret's, Let
me show it to you.”
“Come quick; let's run.” sald Daph-
nse, and she hurried out of the Infernal
paradise,
They davdied on, down the avenne,
pausing at window after window, each
flaunting opportunities for self-im-
provement, But Daphne's Joy In her
few gown vag turning to remorse, She
was realizing that that
toned taffeia needed parchment-toned
stockings and slippers and a hat of the
game era as the gown.
She was startled from her reveries
by the sudden gasp of Leila:
“If there Isn't Tom Duane just com-
ing out of his club!”
“1 met him last night,” said Daphne.
“You did? Did he say he knew me?”
“He said that Bayard stole you from
him.”
Lella was flaftered, but loyal: “Non
sense, 1 was never hiz to steal, 1
never loved him, of course. It wouldn't
have done any good if 1 had, Tom
Dusne’s a nonmarrier.”
“He's awfully rich, I suppose,”
Daphge,
“No, not rich at all, as rich people
ga, Put he was mentioned the other
day In the will of an old aunt he used
to be nice to. He's nice to everybody,”
Duane met them now and” paused,
barcheaded, to greet Daphne with flat.
tering cordiality. She was greatly set
up to be remembered. She presented
him to her mother, who was complete
ly upset at having to meet so famous
an aristocrat right out in the street
when she was still flusiered over the
ferocious price of Daphne's new dress,
“Will you have a bite of lunch with
me? asked Duane,
“We were just going to have some.
thing somewhere,” said Mrs, Kip,
“My husband would object,” sald
Leila,
“I'm not inviting yon,” sald Duane,
“I'm inviting the genuine Mrs. Kip.
You may come along as old married
chaperon, if you have to.”
“But Miss Kip is engaged.”
“So I suspected. That's why I'm
inviting her, I feel safe.”
As they turned east into Forty
fourth street and entered Delmonico’s
the cartilage man saluted Duane,
pedestrian ss he was, ealled him by
name, and seemed to be happler for
seeing him. The doorman smiled and
bowed him in by name, and Duane
thanked him by name, The hatboys
greeted him by name and did not give
him a check. The head walter beamed
as if a long-awaited guest of honor
had come, and the edptaine bowed snd
bowed,
Duane did not ont his guests what
said
ened. But Daphne was suffering one
*
they would have. The head walter
“How much an
wupily
e faintest
“Not much,
“I haven't th ide 6
1 imagine, ex-
cept
an oppor
“Is it true that
tunity.”
Miss Kemble makes
*“T'd like to trad
Her
telling me that
thousan foliars
¢ incomes with her,
manager, Reben, was
she would clear
this year.”
i8 aghast. Daphoe
if8ed. She surprised Duane
“You =aid
was married?”
as children,
she
with
question
and
couldn't stand
fist come back to the
stage after several years of rusting in
a small city”
Daphne fired
it-blank: “Do
on the
idl
leness jo
one
¥ oa
more
thir’:
quest]
with yo
great beauty
lightful voice
should
proba
have-
de-
tellizenee,
you suc ?! You ‘Would
nn pec kK of tre
Do
uble get.
ting started, but
Any managersy’
“1 never nu
“Well, if
t one”
you eve %
kn
Bome body
want to try it, let me
pre
a job”
“I'l re
darkly
She sald nothing more
luncheon ran its course,
The
wably force to give ¥
member that,” said Daphne,
while
women got rid of
gracefully—leoila asked him
them in a taxicab, as they
much shopping to do.
department
another account,
the apartment
to
had stil
store,
They
There
rode back
they found a
{ mother.
“Asx you see by papers big
firm failed today for ten million dol-
lars this hits us
home not
Cowper
anything
but bog eo
Yiwu
buy
serious
well love.
Mre,
WESLEY.”
Kip dropped into a chair,
husband.
“Your poor father!
#0 hard and been so careful”
Jaya
and in
The great Cowper wholesale establish.
ing many a house. Indirectly it had
rattled the windows of Bayard’'s firm:
had stopped the banks from granting
an important loan. Bayard spent a
bad day downtown. The news of his
father's distress was a heavy blow. But
he tried to dispense encouragement to
the three women who could not quite
realize what all the excitement was
about, or why the disaster of a big
chain of wholesale stores would be of
any particular importance fo them.
Bayard was just saying: “I tell you,
Leila honey, I was the wise boy when
I grabbed you, for now I've got you,
and I need you, Thank the Lord I'm
not loaded up with debt. I've kept
clear of that,”
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uation that farces her to make
the most momentous decision of
her life and she makes it with.
out the slightest hesitation. You
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