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
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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. Rawson, In a re
port to the Royal Microscopical so
clety,
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The American automobile pubile
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Successful Women Those
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Any Problem Facing Them
S—
It has been wisely suggested, says
‘an exchange, that the women who
succeed are those who go to thelr
work with a determination born of
‘courage and positive conviction, and
|whode energies are absolutely tireless.
ift 1s true that they are often not so
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but hat is one of the mistakes of the
sa 0 ron
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fighters who believe in themselves and
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battles as a general plans campaigns;
faghteors who ‘are brave, above board
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White Crepe Scarfs.
Rearfs for wear with afternoon and
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One model Is of white crepe em
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Another of black Is embroidered with
n design of jet heads. A scarf of
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in the thinnest most crepelike weave
is particularly attractive. A garland
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wid yellow borders each end, Chiffon
roses of soft colors ame also used on
Liner ohil®on scarls
—
Frocks for Children,
Those ready-made frocks for oh
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boon to busy mothers who have pot
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| 30 wish to put a bit of handwork upon
them. It Is now possible to procure
the frocks In a great variety of styles
and for a greater range of ages. It Is
quite possible, though, to buy a ready.
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of handwork oneself, provided the
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hearing roared-—except one man, who
remained as sober n of
“What's the matter?”
of his
“Nothing”
“Why didn't you |
"Well," explain
going To save it till ot home
always sleep better
exclaimed one
lubmates
“I'm
1 can
to bed
man
when 1 go
langhing.”
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“They are railroading this man te
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