CHAPTER XVI-—Continued. wie] Jo “Tl buy myself a picture of you.” Bhe told of her longing for a photo- graph of him, but did not tell him of her need of If ns a talisman. He isughed aloud at this incredible way of spending money, till she began sud- denly to ery. He had no answer to that argument except yes. Then she began to laugh. They decided to stop at a photographer's on the way to the five-thirty train. Daphne ran out and cashed Reben's check at the grocer's much to the re- Hef of Reben’s bookkeeper, whose books had been held up by the missing check. Daphne asked for the privilege of taking her father to the train, and Bayard was so busy figuring where to put the cash he had on hand that he consented to stop at home, They went first to the gallery of a photographer whose show-case had displayed some strong and veracious portraits of men. The photographer's prices staggered Daphne and she pro- tested, but he answered dolefully: “I'd give u thousand dollars for one photograph of my father.” That settled it, After the sitting Daphne father proceeded to the station. and her neither a ticket for the train nor a platform pass from the station master. She watched him dwindling down the long platform. He was a mere manikin when he reached his place and waved to her before he vanished through the magic door of the train. She waved to him with her handker- thief, and when h> was gone she bur- Jed her eyes in it. Her partings with her father had marked Afe. She wondered one. She the perils before it, help boo-hooing a little, Destiny did not keep her waiting, for while she was stramgling her sohs as best she could she heard a volce over her shoulder. t said; “Aha, gel, at last I have you In me power.” “Mr. Duane!” she gasped, as she turned to meet his smile with another. *And where have you been all this long while?” “A lot you've cared,” he growled. *Did you ever telephone me ns you promised you would? No! always out when I telephoned? Yes! Did you let me call on § not! When at last It penetrated my thick hide that you we: » actually giv. ing me a hint that you didn’t want me round and that you had thrown overboard, neck and crop, 1 grew very proud. I refused to call on you again.” “I'm awfully sor-ry,” she sald, and her voice broke. “Sorry” was a dangerous word for her at that moment, and her sobs were beginning again, when he made a vig- orous effort to talk them down. The crowds in the station were too well preoccupied with their own er- rands to notice a girl crying, and to the gnteman farewell tears were no luxury, Duane tried the best he could to help ber. He was saying: “And now 1 sup- pose I've got to miss my train and my golf and all that while I take you home in a taxi. You're far too pretty to be running around loose ig a mob like this.” She shook her head. “You mustn't miss your train, Mr. Duane, or your golf. I'm used to going abont alone, and I've got to get useder to it. I'm going home in the subway. Goodby and thank you.” She put out her hand formally, and he took it. It was like a soft, sun- warmed flower in his palm, and he clung to it. Its warmth seemed to reach through his biocod to his heart and to make it ache. “I must go. You can't put me off again!” he sald. “I will take you home!” He turned to call a redeap standing In solemn patience beside two traveling bags and a bristling golf bag. “Porter, take my things to the parcel room and bring me the check” “No,” sald Daphne, hastily, mustn't! You mustn't! Really! mean it! Goodby” She walked away so rapidly that he could not follow her without unseemly baste, She heard him call, sharply: “Porter, never mind the parcel room, Come along to the train.” Her success In escaping him was so complete that she rather regretted it. ‘When she reached the apartment she found Leila almost prostrated from the effects of her altruism and from the ou? "] 1 fact that Bayard was In one of his tantrums. A special delivery letter had just come from Dutilh's shop. It said that Mr. Dutilh was arriving from Parls with his winter models, and since he would have to pay a large sun at the customs house it was regrettably nec- essary to beg Mr. Kip to send by re- turn mail a check for the Inclosed bill, which was long past due. And now the briefly adjourned laws of finance were reassembled. Lelln's short reign was over ; her extravagance had again found her out and demanded punishment. The gown she had bought, and was asked to pay for, had been worn shabby, danced to shreds In Newport, But the bill was as bright us ever. Bhyard was so fagged with his weeks of discouragement that Lie was as lrascible as a veteran of the gout whose toe has been stepped on. when Daphne walked in he was denouncing Leila in excellent form. He used Dapline as a further club. “My poor sister sent back the gown bought! But fou—you bought more!” Daphne renlized would endear her to took Immediate flight. Chivvises in a state of tension. Mr. Chivyis was not usually home before half-past six. Daphne felt an omen In the way they looked at her when they acknowledged her entrance. She went to her room in a state of foreboding misery She had not paid her board for several weeks, she this she how much Leila and nor Mrs. Chivvis to her, though the nonpayment of a board bill is one of the self-evident truths that landiadies usually discuss with freedom, A few iater Mrs minutes ing a sharp clack, She brought sewing with her and said: “May 1 sit down hank you.” seam while she talked. a ed us also at last. My husband lost his position today.” “Yes? Oh, how horrible I” gasped, with double singerity. “The office was closed ungxpected! Daphne y cy. His salary was not paid last week vor this, and--well-—we don't wgnt to inconvenience you, but" “I understand,” sald Dapline. give you what I ean” She took her poor little wealth from “Tn fifty to the photographer ns a deposit, She gave Mrs, Chivvis twenty-five dol- lars, and promised her more. Mrs, Chivvlis was very grateful and went down the hall, smiling over her seam. Clay called that evening. exhausted with a day of He was town, looking for work. weary to talk and he fell asleep twice during one of Mr. Chivyis’ commen tartes on the probable effects of the imminent capture of Paris by the Ir resistible Germans. The French gov. erament had already moved to Bor in 8 dozen different newspapers, and he passed away. Daphne was restless. Mr, Chivvis was on her nerves, Clay was pot pretty, asleep, sitting with his jaw dropped and his hands hanging down, palms forward, like an apes. She was enjoying another of the woes of mar riage without its privileges, The Chivvises began to yawn, and Mrs. Chivvis finally bade the startled Clay “Good evening.” She had been brought up to believe that it was in- delicate for a woman to bid a man “Good-night.” Clay, left alone with Daphne, at- tempted a drowsy caress, but she felt insulted and she snapped at him: “If you're only walking in your sleep you'd better walk yourself out of here and go to bed.” His apology was Incoherent and she was indignantly curt with him at the door. She went to her room and sat at the window, staring down at the dark swarm of watchers before the bulletin boards. She had told her brother that she did not have to starve or sin, because yhe had a father, a brother, a lover to protect her from wand. And now her father and her brother and her lover were all in dire predicament, staggering blindly in a fog of debt. Suppose her father's train ran off the track or Into another train. A spread rail, a block signal overlooked, n switch left unlocked, might bring doom upon his train as on so many others. She shivered at the horror of her father's loss. She shivered agaln Copyright by Harper & Brothers at the thought of what it would mean to her, Suppose the Chivvises turned her out, Why should they feed her for nothing when thelr own future was endangered? What could Bayard do for her? or Clay? There was Mr. Duane, of course; but she conld not take his money without paying him. And in coin could she pay him? She trembled, and the breeze turned gln- cial. The next morning was another day of the same shoddy pattern. She rose unrefreshed with only her fears ree newed., Bhe borrowed the Chivvises newspaper and, skipping the horrid advertisements of foreign barbarity and American dismay, turned to the iast pages. The “Situations Wanted’ columns were eloguently numerous and the “Help Wanted-—Female” col- umns were few; still, she made a list of such places as there were, She wrote letters to ail sorts of people who gave newspaper letterbox ad- dresses, and she went out to eall on all sorts of people who gave thelr street numbers, The letters she wrote were not an- swered at all. She lost her postage ns she had lost her car fares. It seemed or at least the breakup of its civilization, had ar rived without warning and refuge. without CHAPTER XVII. She of payment her brother's had the days ther's, nor let She saw a glitter | ti n Mrs, Chivvis’ eye and for many days, Mr. Chivvis wns at home time now, sitting about hes to save the others, naturally talked versation in his old clot wife of Daphne Each seemed to urge the other attack. Finally, evening Chivvis made so bold one Mra, | after much improvising: “1 dislike to speak of it, Miss Kip, but—well you see—the fact is If you-— The grocer Is sending round in the morning for his last week's bill and-—if it's not inconvenient—" Daphne felt sick with shame, she had to confess, “1 can't tel how sorry I am, but I haven't “Really? That's too Chivvis sald, She was hardly i but you ! ad ¥ nny. isd ith to brighten them both w hope. you expect—no doubt you expect soon 0" “T've or aeen g for but there doesn't seem to lookin far some “Oh, 1 see!” sald Mra. Chivels, con- Daphne went on, after “But, of course, I've no right to be eating your food and staying on here ns a guest, And I suppose I'd better give up my room, that youn can take in somebody who can pay” Mrs, Chivvis was close, but she was not up to an eviction, and she gasped “Oh, really!-1 hardly think-l shouldnt like—" Her hard volee erackled like icicle snapping off the eaves in a spring sun; and before either of them quite understood it the hard eyes of both thawed; tears streamed, and they were in each other's arms, Daphne was the better weeper of the two. Poor Mrs, Chivvis could not be really lavish even with tears; but she did very well, for her. Immediately they felt years better acquainted-—old friends all of a sud. den. They were laughing foolishly when an apologetic knock on the open door introduced Mr. Chevvis, who would no more have crossed the sill than he would have broken Into the temple of Vesta, His mame was Chiv- vis, not Clodius, The surprised eyes of Daphne threw him into confusion, but he said: “I've been thinking, Miss Kip, that if you really want to work and aren't too particular what at—maybe I could get you a place at my old office, with the publishing house. They turned me off, but the receivers are trying to keep the business going. Not much pay, but something's always better'n noth- ing.” “Anything Is better than nothing" sald Daphne, “and it might be a begin- ning.” : She applied the next day and the firm accepted her. Now Daphne was truly a working %0 ¥ an woman ; not a dramatic artist with pe i A. HO ———— She entered the office of the company at half-past eight, punched her num. ber on the time register, and set to work addressing large envelopes. Bhe wrote end wrote and wrote till twelve; at one she took up her pen again, and the afternoon went in an endless re- iteration of dip and write, till five- thirty. Then she joined the home-go- ing panic and took the crowded sub- way to Columbus circle, Ske plodded the treadmill, till at the end of the sixth day, her forty- eighth hour of transcribing names and addresses from the lists to the wrap- pers, she carried off a cash reward of eight dollars. This was not clear gain. Her street car fares had totnled sixty cents, her lunches a dollar and a half; she had worn her costumes at the sleeves and damaged them with a few ink spots, and her shoes were takirg on a shubby nap. It was not encouraging. At Daphne's left elbow was a large, fat girl whose pen rolled off large, fot letters. BShe talked all the time about nothing of Importance, laughed and fidgeted and asked questions that would have been impertinent if they had come from anything but a large, fat head. Her name was Maria Priblk. Bhe wns a Bohemian of the second genera- tion; but dyed In the wool with New wss, She was an incessant and kept remind ing everybody to wolsst might be wolsser yet.” shoe iH Yo f optimist Paphne's luck did not last long. The the percentage upon the advertis receivers found tha inquiries following ing and circulari hardly the CRIDPpRIZHS paying postage. ing from the caldrons of Europe. Yes terday’s paper was ancient history enough. The bnslinoss receivers ok abruptly instructed the to his flock tha more work at stopped. Here ing again the dreadful gnificance “out of a theatrient people ees hin ise} down Saturds learn. whked at Daphne and “Say, kid, with me? Lar Mision mitch as 8 better bea! over there , Daphne m i Ca pxty thanks Pribik led full of “Pants Makers ™ “Waist Makers,” i publishers of cal and si eription books, Ar, hi over, She Goerst, saw him, and hailed him psieod beckoned him } “Well, Mist’ Goist, here 1 am, back This is me friend Kip ould § 3 her and en BR Job ant you sl she 3 ol TOURS light than had an in faze, jut After rane ¢ ti sion, He stripping must endure it Daphne w his eyes he ted: “You look pretty good to tne, kiddo, You ean begin Monday.” “Thanks.” sald Dapbne, humbly. “T'm comin’. too,” said Miss Pribik. “All right” Gerst. “It's tin you did. We'll take some of that beef off you” And he playfully pioched her arm, Adroitly Pribik led the way out, and Daphne trafied her oustide, Daphne loathed and feared the man already. He stood like a glowering menace In the path ahead of her. Monday morning at eight reported for work with the L'Art de Luxe Publishing society, pronounced by its own people (who ought to know) “Lar de Lucks™ This firm was engaged in the culinrly Anglo-Saxon business of graz. ing the censorship ns closely as pos. sible. dared to print under the whimsically Puritanic eye of the law, Toward the authorities it turned side of a banner of culture claiming to put in the hands of the people the noblest works of foreign genius and defying any but an Impure mind to find impurity In its classic wares. The ith sacking ith said and informed the customers by every prurient innuendo that the books were published in their entirety without ex purgation. cant no less than religion, week, she wns startled to find before her a card bearing the legend "Duane, Thomas.” His address was given, and the facts that he had bought the three quarter morocco Bale, the half. leather Fielding and Smollett, and the fevant Court Memoirs, He had not yet taken the bait for the De Maupas- sant. Daphoe pondered his card and his teste, She was shaken from her pen- a as A ——— mood by the sudden co of all the women. All eyes had seen the minute and the hour hands in con- Junction at XII. Names were left off in the middle; pens fell from polsed hands, Daphne found herself alone. She was glad of the quiet and the solitude, while it lasted—which was not long, for Gerst came back unexpectedly early, His eye met Daphne's, He started toward her, and then, seeing that she glanced away, went on to his desk He stood there manifestly irresolute a moment. He glanced at Daphne again, at the fire escpes, at the empty room, Then he went to the first of the tables and with labored carelessness Inspect- ed the work of the absentee, He drift ed along the aisle toward Daphne, throwing her now and then an inter- rogutive smile that filled her with a flerce anxiety. Bhe knew his reputation, She had She was convinced that he his attention. Her heart begun to flut and wrath, She felt that if he to her she would scream; if he p {hand on her twonld kill him, with or the knife with which she off blots, . . No, she must not { him, But she him on the mouth. it his she a pair of scissors shoulder or her chalr kill would the very least. He might smash or her breast fist t knock i of bi into her face he o the floor with the baci Khe had seen too n to cherish longer hat the poor She had seen ith sgireet car cong ure good to how sh yy i ¢ i women fared w ors and subway guards, She had seer { her n prestige wind i ciothes lost freshness But the ¢ sv oti le 6 violence if 3 was to ast i 1 y thea? Or to a da 'm afraid 1 can't.” on! Why n xs enough for youl Please, lot me by.” hands ran she er, ang his lips His eyes * 1 her bosom as if text, She wag iry- Duane hind told a an. nd in all tr old formula. quell have to d1 $f an 10 stand hi Then he dropped hands Daphne ever, The time ! She darted ¥ and stood aside. hardly believe i before the spell was broken. passed him--whether he sudden! changed his mind or had only pretend. [ed to acquiesce ser io i his arms, he enveloped She almost swooned In the onset of and the suffocat! of his em- Then she fx ht him, striking, scratching, writhing. He crowded her against the nearest table and tried to repch her lips across her Jeft elbow, Her outflung right hand struck iagaingt an inkwell, recognized it as a weapon of a sort, and, clutching it, {swept it up and emptied it into his | fnce, His satyric leer vanished in on black isplash, His hands went to is {drenched eves. Daphne, released, dropped the Iinkwell and fled te the { locker-room while he stamped about, howling like the Blinded Cyelops Daphne did not stay to taunt him nor {to demand her wages. She caught a [glimpse of faces at the fire-escape windows, but, hugging her bat and { cont, she made good her escape. { She knew what she was escaping | fear brace, on a | from, but not what to. i (TO BE CONTINUED) The Sun and Flowers. In flowers of the common nastur | ium the low sun of the early morning developed yellow coloring matter, the middle sun brought out the reds and the midday sun stimulated the violets, blues and purples, according to obser vitions by Col. R, E. 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