Copyright by Harper & Brothers
Synopsis.—Clay Wimburn,
sean.
with his bride, Leila.
Bayard's flat.
greatly attracted to her.
penniless, except for his salary.
York unexpectedly.
to Bayard.
brother is in the same office with
from her
CHAPTER VIii—Continued.
———
Leila said nothing, but thought hard.
Bayard was silent. Later the door-bell
rang and a young sewing girl brought
two big boxes from Dutllh's. They
were so big that there was no conceal
ing them. Leila made a timid effort to
escape with hers, but Bayard was full
of a cheerful curiosity:
“What's all that, honey?”
“Oh, it's just a—a little
picked up today at Dutilh’s.”
“What Is it, a scarf or something?
Qlve a fellow a look at it.”
He began to untie the knot. Sealed
across the cord was an envelope, with
a statement. Bayard tore it free
Leila snatched at it. Bayard laughed
and dodged her. Leila pursued. It
was a ghastly game of tag for her, and
Daphne and her mother looked on in
guilty dread. rd, whooping with
laughter, dashed his room and
closed the door, held it fast while Leila
pounded and pleaded with him.
His laughter was quenched sharply.
There was a silence. He opened the
thing 1
aya
into
his lips, the statement in his hand:
“This can't be right, honey: ‘Bayard
Kip to Dutilh, debtor. Peach-blow
five dollars.” The price is ridiculous,
and I have no account there.”
“He he on my
one."
“Bat
counts,
insisted opening
I don’t want to open any ac-
pr discount them for cash.
this in thirty
can see ahead of me
Leila faltered. “You
g better.”
“1 thought they were. I hoped they
were. But they've gone bad again. Be
sides, I was trying to cheer you
to give you a happy honeymoon.
I bought you everything
abroad. And it wasn't enough!
will you get enough clothes!
Leila had stared incredulous at
calamitous result her tender
pulse to beautify herself in
Then tears came gushing and she ran
to her room and locked the door,
Bayard did not follow her. He
turned for comfort to his mother and
Daphne. He noted the other box.
Daphne had not dared to open it.
dayard ripped the envelope from its
cord and read:
“Bayard Kip to Dutith, Dr. Parch-
ment-toned gown, for Miss Daphne
Kip, two hundred and seventy-five dol-
lars.”
He was parchment-toned himself as
he shook the statement at Daphne,
and whispered, huskily, “What's this?”
Daphne could not muster any cour-
age. She explained with craven re-
morse, “1 saw a gown that I—I needed
there, and I-—I— He offered to let it
on your account till I could get the
money.”
Bayard was choked with wrath and
nm terror greater than hers.
“1 go to my office and work like a
fiend all day, and 1 come home to find
that my wife and my sister have run
me into debt for-—five hundred and
fifty dollars. And the firm, the big
firm I work for, had to extend a note
for seven hundred and fifty because
we couldn't meet it!”
His mother tried to stem the tide of
Bayard's rage, to turn his wrath with
a soft answer:
“I guess it's all my fault, honey. The
dresses looked so pretty on the girls 1
urged them to take them. You ought
to see how beautiful they are. Go put
the dress on, Daphne, and let your
brother see how sweet you look in It.”
“Sweet! She looks sweet in it! It's
beautiful! And that justifies anything.
Tord, what did you make ‘em out of,
these women I”
Mrs. Kip nudged Daphne and whis-
ered, “Go on, put the dress on; let
Mm see you in it.”
Bhe spoke with great smnniness, but
Daphne stared at her with derision,
and edged away and spoke in a tone
as biting as cold blue ¥itriol.
“Put it on, mother! Do you think
Td ever wear the thing? I'll send it
back tomorrow morning at daybreak.
And T'll never take a thing that any
man pays for as long as I live"
Bayard roared at her over hts shoul.
I can't pay
Every penny I
is laid out.”
days.
“I—I'm sorry,”
sald the times were getting
you
the
of im-
his eyes,
any man pays for, eh? What are you
going to live on—alr?
She answered him, grimly, “There
are - several million women in this
country earning their own living, and
I'm going to be one of them”
His comment was a barking, “Hah I”
She lugged the box away to her room.
Javard flung himself into a chair and
listened to the cauldron of his own
hateful thoughts, | Gradually they
ceased to bubble and stew, He could
hear now the muffled beat of Lella’s
sorrow. He resisted it for a while,
sneered at it, raged at It, and thea at
the cruelty of the world.
Leila's sobs had stopped now and
Bayard listened for them
Perhaps she had died of grief, A lasso
seemed to have caught the
shoulders;
door,
him about
He heard a low whimpering, unendur-
ably appealing. He tapped on the door
and called through it.
“Leila, honey love, forgive me, I've
it's beautiful.
You shall have it—and a dozen like it.
Please forgive me and love me again.
And I'll buy you anything you want.
Please. Please don't ]
keep me stand-
ing outside your door. Honey!
love!
The door opening,
through to take refuge with his Leila.
A moment later the doorbell rang.
Daphne checked the maid whose ears
been fascinatingly eptertained,
told her that if
Wimburm he was
hall, It was Wimbura
went out to him.
the zest: of a young
+1 1
seen the little gown.
i
he
and
in the
Daphne
ngagement ring
her finger, placed it in his hand.
this,
rom
it—what's
“It's your ring. I'm giving It back.
The engagement is off
“For peaven's sake,
indefinitely.”
why? What
“Nothing. Neither have I. But I'm
“What are you going to do, Daphne?”
“I don't know~but something.”
“Don’t you love me any more?”
“Just as much more than
And I'll prove it, too.”
“Prove it by putting the ring back
on.”
“Never! Send it back and save your
money. hat's what I'm going to do
with what I've bought. Kiss me good
night and go, please.”
She left him outside and closed the
door as lovingly as she could,
While Clay waited for the elevator
come up and take him down he
stared at the ring with sheep's eyes,
tossed it, and caught It awkwardly,
and laughed snd almost spoke his
thought aloud:
“Funny thing: I haven't paid for it
yet. Got an insulting letter from the
Jeweler, too, this very afternoon.”
But Daphne was thumbing the tele-
phone book to see if she could find
Tom Duane's number,
a8 ever
ever.
{to
CHAPTER Vill,
She failed to run Duane to earth in
the telephone book. She was at a loss
for another source of directions, She
wns new to New York and did not
know how to set out on such a pur
sult,
She went to her room, and found
her mother there, dismally engaged in
writing a letter to her father, breaking
to him the dreadful news that the
trousseau was to cost far more for far
less. She was asking for extra money
at once. Daphne smiled bitterly and
said: “Rub it out and do it over again,
mamma. There ain't goin’ to be no
trousseau. No wedding bells for me.”
Mrs. Kip rolled large eyes in Daph-
ne’s direction and looked deaf, Daphne
held out her denuded engagement fin-
ger In proof that she and Clay were
detrothed,
“Good gracious!” was Mrs. Kip's
profane comment. “Why on earth did
you»
“Because I'm too expensive for him.”
“What are yon going to do—go back
to Cleveland and tell everybody that
you're not going to get married, after
nil this trouble?”
:
land, and I am going to get married—
but later, much later.”
“I hate conundrums,” sald Mrs. Kip.
“Better tell me the answer, for I won't
guess, What are you golng to do?”
“I'm going to lend a hand,” sald
Daphne, “Do my share. Get a Job
and earn my board and keep.”
“Heaven help us! You've gone
crazy |” Mrs, Kip exclaimed, “You get
to bed and you'll feel better In the
morning. I'll finish my letter”
She added, unbeknownst to Daphne,
na postscript as long as the letter, con-
tradicting all she had just written and
urging her husband to come East at
once and take charge of his unruly
daughter. She dropped it In the mall
chute, and it fell into a bottomless pit,
along with her other hopes,
Daphne and her mother were uneasy
at the prospect of the breakfast en-
counter with the bridal couple. There
had been a sense of strain the first
morning. But now a bitter quarrel had
intervened-—that first ugly quarrel
when the wedge of finance is driven
between united hearts,
Bayard and Leila, however, arrived
at the table all smiles, more amorous
than ever. Lella wore a triumphant
smile, such as Delllah must have worn
the second time she went out walking
with her big beau.
It was plain to the anxious eyes of
Mrs, Kip and Daphne that Leila had
emerged from the quarrel with all the
loot and aggravated power.
She had taken advantage of her hu
band’s trust and abused his generosity
with no more evil
indeed, than the wigh to beautif
self in his honor, and yet with
lessness,
It was
motive,
not altogether Leila's fault
3 from
something like this:
“I ran my husband into debt
out consulting. him, His lis
woke from torpor and end
me with a first-class demonstrat]
its energy. He stormed. I wept thrill-
ingly. He i y begged to be
the combat was
11
i
with
tiess love
its hanted
on of
ome Mor
Mother There, Dismally Engaged in
Writing a Letter to Her Father.
things, Ergo, when home life grows
dull, I can always stir up the fire by
buying something we can’t afford,
When I want anything I must get it
{ shall be scolded, then kissed and
treated with awe, If I hadn't bought
it I wouldn't have had it, nor the
bonus that goes with it. If we had not
quarreled we should have missed the
rapture of ‘making up.'”
This is one of the first lessons that
certain sorts of husbands teach to cer-
tain sorts of wives,
When the man of the house had de-
parted for his office, and the walter
had earried off the breakfast relics,
the three women were left alone in a
completely feminine conclave. They
faced life like three Norns: the old
mother, the new wife, and the deferred
wife, enchi from her coign of disadvan.
tage.
The two married women turned on
the mald, with common resentment.
They were married and dependent and
she had her independence. They were
Torles and she a Whig. It was their
privilege to rail at things as they were,
but it was their religion to frown on
changing them. Mrs, Kip senior spoke
for Mrs. Kip Junior,
“Now, Daphne, tell us what fs this
new foolishness all about?”
Daphne answered, stoutly : “It's not
foolishness, It's the first glimmer of
sense I've ever had. T'm sick of the
idea of always living on the mercy of
some man, taking his charity or his
extravagance, I've always been a drag
on poor daddy, and I was getting ready
to shift my welght over to poor Clay's
back. But 1 don't think a woman
ought to be dependent on a man. I
think she onght to bear her share of
the "
burden.
“As if she did't!” Mrs. Kip broke
out. “As If the home weren't just as
much labor as the office.”
Lella attacked her from another di-
rection. “For goodness’ sake, Daphne,
don't lose your head. Don't you im-
agine for a moment that a husband
will be happler and love his wife bet.
ter because she earns wages, The
harder you work for men, the better
they like somebody else, The harder
a man works for you the better he
likes you, est of all, he loves the
woman that tries to break him.”
Daphne's answer was a snappy: “1
don't believe it! I'd despise a man
that felt that way.”
The three women wrangled with
wise saws and modern Instances, and
they were In a perilous state of dis-
sension when the telephone rang. Leila
answered it and her outeries of indig-
nation alarmed Mrs, Kip and Daphne
till they learned the cause,
Bayard had called up to that
the luncheon party must be postponed,
say
Outrageous business had made anoth-
er Insidious attack on love.
Leila came from the telephone in a
state of desperation mitigated by the
fact that B rd had asked her to
take his mother and Daphne shopping
and buy them and herself someting
worth while as an atonement for his
abandonment.
So they set forth again on another
the ramparts of beauty.
To the lent
+
onset against
horror of Daphne and
ther, Tella was persu to
convenience of
at
the sug
ness re-
t she had
1 the She
r ARNL
hour was late,
heon and they
wm. Here Daphne
eccentricity
to go
the wicked
went
01
ination homes
to Dutilh
she had bought of him on
{ and
send back
{ gown that
| credit.
; eft the house without
and she was afraid that
vould be difficulties If she de-
nately there had been no
Fortu
{ alterations in the
re
i turning
1
i there
Irayes.
gOwWH.
Perhaps there is no form that satan
takes than that of a fashion.
able In that shape he offers
oftener
gown.
“Get thee behind me, satan! 'm go
give Bayard credit for it, I won't look
at another gown till I can pay for it
out of my own earnings, I'll not get
married till IT ean buy the rest of my
trousseau myselfs I've decided that
an independent woman must buy her
own troussean.”
Even In the eyes of ambition this
promised to require a fairly long
period—a period so lenghty that she
wondered If Clay's love would outlast
it.
She did love him and the thought
of losing him alarmed her more than
the thought of losing the precious
gown,
Lella woke from her meditation with
a sudden “Come along; we must dress
for the tea-fight”
Mrs, Kip, senior, amused the young
Kips by thinking aloud: “I wonder if
that nice Mr. Duane will be at the
tea.”
“Oh! shamie shame!” cried Leila.
“It's a regular intrigue. No, he won't
be there. Telephone him at the Race.
quet club and he'll come to you, He's
usually there”
She did not see the start the artless
hint gave Daphne, who had learned by
accident what she had not known how
to find out otherwise. Daphne con
cealed her agitation in the briskness
with which she concluded the affair of
the Dutilh gown. She folded {t up and
laid it back in the box as if it were a
baby she was about to leave on a door.
step. She Kissed It good-by and put
the 1d over it and tied it up with a
crazy combination of strings of wari
ous sorts, :
&
She refused to go to the tea party,
said she had letters to write,
left her she wrote only one letter—a
She pinned it to the box and sent it
off by a messenger, Then she
phoned to Tom Duane,
ity of calling a man at his club, and
Tom Duane misunderstood her,
puted her innocence to its opposite, He
remembered her as a pretty thing.
in certain forms. When she sald that
she wanted to have a serious talk with
him at his convenience, he made it the
immediate moment at the of
breaking an engagement at tennis,
He asked her if she would not meet
him somewhere for tea, but
that she preferred to see him at her
brother's apartment. His Invitation
aroused her suspicion. Her invitation
confirmed his,
Daphne's heart was beating excited-
waited for him
ghe had put herself
When Duane
ma showed him
room Daphne tried to
deem herself by a businesslike direct-
Ness,
“Mr
pecul
my
“You
cost
iv while ghe and she
began to feel t
in a wrong Ui
and the
living
ar-
id into
re
rived
the
Duane, you must think |
iar of me
Cory
up here ™
to drag you
¥ kind of ¥ >
that before you hear what
think it's mig
i. I'm to
going
repay yi
out to hin
d
tefulls
A
word
both of hi
act of olde
could h
wer with
nd with
an
that
But,
surrender, he tried to
take command. One hand held hers,
the other swept round her
and pressed her against him, without
roughness yet with strength, His lips
not toward her hand, but
sacredness of her mouth.
was
lantry
sth.
made a formal
irdly
resent manlike, having
shoulders
moved now,
towdrd the
The future seems bright to
Daphne as she is given what
she believes is the opportunity
to realize her ambition. So few
difficulties are in the way at the
beginning that she cannot see
those that may loom up in the
future,
(TO BE CONTINUED »
Impress Left by Romans.
The old Romans and still older
Colts have left their traces thickly
gtrewn in the placenames of the coun-
try through which the victorious ale
part of the war. Valenciennes
entinian, just as Orleans was named
after Emperor Aurelian. The mark of
the Celt is seen In the dun, or fortress,
of the everfamous Verdun, and,
though now contracted out of exist
ence, in the towering old city of Laon,
the stronghold of the Merovingiana,
The River Meuse, perhaps the river
most connected with war, has the most
peaceful of names, Meuse being Cel-
tic for the River of Meadows,
Shun Heedlessness.
The nerve-rdcking chase after selfs
gratification or material gain often
blinds to the nobler sentiments; and
the cold, perhaps unintentional, slight,
inattention or rude, though thought.
less, rebuff wounds still further an al
ready sore and bleeding soul whose
flagging and dejected spirits might
have, with a sympathetic glance, a
smile of approval, or a welcoming gos
ture, been set all atune, the harmony
to be passed along.—Great Thoughts
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