Clay In Wall street. Daphne goes to New York with bride, Leila. Daphne meets tracted to her. except for his salary. Tom Duane, Baynard and Bayard is furious ever the expense, ment with Clay. panies, gives her another chance. her trousseau. who seems greatly at- his wife return to New York unex- seeing hard times ahead. Daphne, ada “Well, I never!” he gasped. “And | all this trip of your mother's and yours and all the expenses gone for | nothing?’ was his first doleful thought. He remembered the second mortgage | he had placed on one of his properties to get the money for the vitally impor- | tant wedding festival. And now there | was to be no wedding. The son-in-law who was to have assumed the burden of Daphne's bills was banished. Daphne was again her father's own child, He was glad to have her back, but | he could have wished that she had no gone away, since he paid the freigh in both directions. And now here was | himself in New York and nothing to sholv for all the spilt milk of time, money and emotions, At the critical moment Daphne men- tioned that the star whose understudy she was would earn fifty thousand dol- lars that year In spite of the hard times, “Fifty thousand dollars” had a musical sound to Wesley's ears, If Ddphne could earn a tenth of that he | vould believe In miracles, “Where were you planning to live, honey, while you're acting? With Bayard, I suppose.” “Oh, no,” suid Daphne; ro- ined his honeymoon enough already.” “Who with, then?” “Oh, by myself, I suppose.” “Good Lord! you couldn't do véry well—a young girl like you.” “Why not?” she said. He turned pale. This was like being asked why babies were found under | cabbage leaves. He was an old-fash- | loned father, and he had never been able to rise to the new school of dis cussing vitally important topics with the children vitally interested. “Why, why,” he stammered, “why, because nobody does it, honey. Nice girls don’t live alone.” Daphne studied him with a tender amusement, He was innocent in his way, in spite of all he must know. She understood what he was thinking of. She was sophisticated in the man- ner of the nice girl of her time and she liked to treat submerged themes with clean candor. S8he thought that prudery was a form of slavery. “If you've just got to stay In New York and just got to work your mother could stay with you, I suppose.” “But what becomes of you and your home?” “Oh, I'll get along somehow, I don't matter.” This broke her heart. She cried out: “But you do matter, daddy: you mat- ter terribly. Can't you understand. daddy, that I'm trying to relieve you and make myself useful instead of a parasite? Thousands of women live alone—professional women, art stu- dents, music students, college girls, normal-school women, besides the women in shops and factories. It's coming more and more.” “But you're not brought up to =a trade.” “I wish I had been.” “Well, that's a new complaint, any- way, but — well — of course you wouldn't do anything wrong: but If you lived alone you'd be misjudged, and men would keep throwing tempta- tion in your way” “I had plenty of that when I was living at home.” “Daphne!” He erled out in pain at the very thought. She went on, educating him with a vengeance: “Plenty of temptation and plenty of opportunity, daddy, It wasn't your fault, You gave me all the pro- tection that anybody could, daddy. But you can't protect people all the time. And it was when you trusted me most that you protected me most, People are Just beginning to realize that even In penitentiaries the higher the walls and the stricter the guards the more prisoners try to escape, They're sending convicts out to work on roads now with no guards at all. And they do thelr work and eome Hgge toy we ve that | 80 back. Don't you think women ean be “lI suppose so,” he sighed. But he was convinced of the security of nel- ther the convicts por of the women under these new anarchies, He was convinced of only one thing, and that Daphne took him home in a taxicab. At the apartment they caught Bayard He greeted father with whirlwind affection, but he knew that he would please Wesley better by hurrying on to his flice than by neglecting his business or the purpose of entertainment. Wesley took Lella by storm with his avish and whole-hearted praise. He had not seen her before. He gathered her to his breast, then held her out | at arm's length to praise her and to praise Bayard for bringing her into the family. Mrs. Kip did not delay long the as- sauit on Daphne's position. But Wes “We've had a long talk and I guess she's pretty set in her way. She's a good girl, though, mamma. And she do. Anyways, it's her own mind. Let her have her way and if anything goes wrong can always back home.” His wife boiled over. It made her feel as much at home as an old kettle on a stove to have her hushand there to boll over on: “Wesley Kip, are you going to set there and encourage that girl to ruin her life and her reputa- tion without doing anything to protect her? “Oh, I guess she’s not going to ruln she come protect folks is to trust em.” It was bald plagiarism, but Daphne made no complaint. Wesley got Into trouble at once, however, by making the suggestion that his wife remain as a companion for her child, Mrs Kip took It as a sign that he wanted to get rid of her, and Daphne refused to take it at all Wesley sat pondering in silence for a while; then he rose and, mumbling, “Be back In a little while,” took his | hat and went out. was up to and what folly he would commit. He came back in half an hour with a smile of success. “I guess it's all right, I been think- ing about all the different things been sald. We don't want Daphne living by herself and she don’t feel like she ought to trespass on Lella’s home: so I got an ides and went down and saw the janitor or superintendent or what- ever he is, and I asked him mightn't it be there was somebody in this build- ing wanted to rent a room to a nice girl. And he said there was a young couple feit the rent was a little high and had an extra room. So we went up and took a look at it. Right nice young woman, name of Chivvis or something like that; said she'd be glad to take my daughter in. I was think- ing that if Daphne was up there she could see Bayard and Leila when she was lonesome or anything: and she'd be handy where they could keep an ¢ye on her If she got sick or anything.” The three women looked at him in amazement. He had solved the riddle that baflled them all and had compro- mised the irreconcilables. “I'll bet the place is a sight and the woman a freak,” said Mrs. Kip. “Let's £0 have a look at her.” 80 all four went up in the elevator to the top floor. They were about to ring the bell of one of the big front apartments like Bayard's but Wesley checked them, “It's In the back” The women exchanged glances and smilies behind the important shoulder blades of Wesley, the manager. He rang a bell and a young woman opened the door. As Leila sald afterward: “She had the whole map of New England in her face, and her middle name was Boston,” But she was young, ia a placid, Pu. ingly clean and correct. Her very smile was neat, exactly adjusted be tween those of the gracious hostess and of the landlady. Mrs. Chivvis led the way to the room that was for rent. It took Daphne at Spotlessness is the first luxury in a rented room and Puritan beauty has a grace all its own. The mrbog- any bed with its twisted posts, the ex- cellent linen and the honesty of ev- erything won her completely, She felt a sense of relief from the rather gaudy beauty of Lella’'s apart- ment. She felt that Mrs, Chivvis, who showed such fine restraint in her fur- niture, would be equally discreet in “I'll take it,” she said; “that is, If you'll take me.” Mrs, Chivvis sald she would, She sald It with a New Englandish parsi- mony of enthusiasm, but her eyes were kindly and Daphne decided that she thought nice things but lacked the courage to say them, Daphne moved at once Into the Chiv- vis apartment what belongings she had brought on from Cleveland, and her mother promised to dispatch the rest of them as soon as she reached home, Wesley could not be persuaded to stay over an unnecessary night, His business was In a perilous condition. The mammoth Cowper firm had gone into bankruptcy owing him a hand- some sum of money which he was not likely to recover. The fallure closed an important and profitable also t frightened his banks as well, and had wrestled like another Jacob with an almost invisible cashier for money enough to meet his pay roll Yet he slipped a large bill into by at the station late In the after and he whispered to her she have other re-enforcements whenever she called on him. Daphne reached the theater at seven o'clock and sat in the dark on & can- vas rock, watching the stage hands gather and listening to thelr repartee. Batterson arrived at length. He was ; in one of his humane moods. He asked Daphne If she had memorized her lines | He told her | that he would give her another re- hearsal the next day after breakfast. “After breakfast,” he explained, was | Next morning Daphne presented her- | self to Batterson and endured one of | his rehearsals, with his assistant read- | ing all the cues in a lifeless volce, Bat- | terson was more discouraged than she was. He showed It for a time by a that was of the sort one shows to a shy imbecile, He was so restrained that Daphne broke out for him, “Do you think I am a complete idiot, Mr. Batterson?" “Far from it, my dear,” sald Batter- “You are a very intelligent young woman. The trouble Is that you are | the stage. It's all a kind of big nurs. ery and you can't forget that facts are | not facts In this toy game. If you | could let yourself go and be foolish | and play doll house you might suc | ceed. It's hard even when you know how, But it's Impossible as long as you try to reason it out. It's like music and fiction and all the arts. | You've got to pretend or you ean't | § feel and you can't make anybody else | feel” And that, Indeed, was Daphne's ag- She could not release her lmagi- i nation or command her clear vision to see what was not there, I Night after night she reported at! the theater and left It when the cur | tain rose. On one of these evenings | door. His apology was that he felt it i hiz duty to look after his client. i He invited Daphne to ride home fu | his car, which was walting at the curb. She declined with thanks, He urpad tite for another's autoblography. She found it easy to tell him of her dim. culties. He extracted encouragement or indirect compliment out of all of them, When they arrived at her apartment house she said, “Sorry I can't ask you up, but I have no reception room, and I'm tired out.” “You have wasted enougn of your time on me,” he sald. “I'll see you to the elevator.” As Daphne stepped Into the hallway she found Clay Wimburn there, wait ing grimly, He sprang to his feet with a gusp of relief. He caught sight of Duane and his joy died instantly, Wimburn loved Daphoe and wanted her for his own, He had counted her his own, and still had neither refunded the engagement ring nor pald for it. Daphne was more plensed with Wim- burn’s misery than with Duane's fe- Heity, “Won't you come up, Clay?" she asked, He murmured, “Can we be alone for a little talk?” “I'm afraid not, know.” “Will you take a little walk with me in the park?” The Chivvises, you way out into the street, tired, though, the theater” “With Duane!” Clay snarled, weren't too tired for that” Daphne thought of the motor and the supper she had declined, “I'm pretty I walked home from for the sake of a fight?” that man Duane.” “Am I to have no friends at all?” “You can have all you vided" “Let me want, give you one little hint, time this Mr. Duane that you're afraid of meets he does his best to help me get my chance and he tells me only plegsant things, Every time eh me either a sick tiger.” She help Cut or a was planning him her and But, to urge make thelr loverdike, he ting took um and gince they were agal the wvestib i le he sighed, “Good Duane,” and flung out into dark. Daphne tar n sighed, and the poor eleva CHAPTER XII. All this while Daphne was kept te in ness of her child result in death and uid be unable to finish With the theatrical season in each bad estate and most of teben's companies and theaters losing an one certa He called her his breadwinner. Misz Kemble's haby passed the ord And then with the double chill that became choking cold. She went Saturday in a the was beyond her. And now at last Daphne's chance ar rived. The Saturday night house was enormous in spite of the heat. enonch people there to make fourteen hundred dollars—twenty-five hundred for the day. dependence, scegvered, the mother, worn t.e strain, causht a out little through the matinee night her usual stupid rebuff, walked into this erisis of her life, ing room door where Miss Winsor was helping her with her makeup, He implored her to be ealm, and he was so tremulous that he stuttered. He told She Reached the Theater at o’Clock and Sat in the Dark Canvas Rock Watching the Hands Gather, and Listening to Their Repartee. that she take a little spin in the She declined without thanks. sighed that it was a pity to lose moonlight, She sald she would get enough she walked home, He asked might “toddie along.” She could ly refuse without crassly insulting him. . They loitered slowly up the reach of Seventh avenue. He tioned her about her work wi 555 «4 : i grateful flattery there is in % some bonus. at the head of a number two company Batterson came at last and ordered Then Batterson talked to her. He told her that there was no reason to fear the house, A Saturday night audience was always easy. ey's worth! “I see” sald Daphne, afraid of the Audience.” “I'm no of 7" “I'm afraid of me!” Batterson laughed scornfully. “Oh, you! You're going to score a knock- out. You're going to make a big hit” “Yes,” sald Daphoe, “so you've al ways told me” The curtain rose. Miss Winsor and and made his exit. her skirts and sailed on, then Eldon went back. Finally Daphne's cue came, She was startled a little as Batter son nudged her forward, She went to the door and opened it on her new career to make her public debut with the all-important “How 4’ you do?” She saw before her the drawing room in a weird light. Beyond It was a flercely radiant fog and beyond that an tion of faces—the mass of tomato cans that she was not going to be afraid of. And she was not afraid. She was her mind the appropriate answer. She made never a slip, and yet she began. happy. At length she realized that tha andi - vaulty emptiness oppressed her. She went on with her lines. She under. ntood at last that she was getting no laughs. She was not provoking those punctuatiog roars that Shells Kemble brought forth. The audience had evi dently had a hard week, She decided that she must be play- ing too quietly; she quickenéd her tempo and threw more vivaeclty foto her manner. She moved briskly about the scene, to Eldon's bewilderment. He seemed unable to find her, She went through to the bitter end and spoke every line. But the audi She used all her intellect to find the secret of its pleasure, but she could not surprise it, She tried harder and harder, acted with the intense flevo- tion of a wrestling bout, but she could not score a point, The company fagged. to anything--humor, When the play was seemed to avold her. pathos, over everyone sumed ber mufti. As she walked out “Go Home and Cet Married” Mr wilh my Yo 44 Batterson, ot rie Monday and A "” ome, other place fo and she was left to herself, and felt shook the big -forever alien. This hoon stage void She She the pisce not tried in the balance an wanting. She wondered if there anywhere a balance that bring down. dreaded the to her dreary of the was found Wi could She Pe journe As 8h someone It forlorn room, door home Pi out Tom He looked His smile illumined the dull street and his hand hers with a saving strength. Duane clasped Daphne would have been more con a time, of all times, Mr. Dunne knew. It never occurred to Daphne that Reben had warned Duane of the debut of his protegee and had invited the test of hier abilities, All she knew was that Duane was proffering homage and smiles and the prefaces of courtship. Daphne might audience, for all her toll, but here was a heart that was hers without effort. Perhaps Duane was her career. He war at least an audience that she could sway. And she was miserably in need of some one that would pay her the tribute of submission. 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