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By
RUPERT HUGHES
Copyright by Harper & Brothers
CHAPTER XXl-—Continued.
When Bayard opened the door Clay .
awept In like a March gale. He flung
tiimself at Bayard and clenched his
elbows in his hands and roared:
“Bayard! Bayard! It's
We're rich! We're made! Eureka!
Uneeda! Munitions! Wow! Listen!
The other night while I was trailing
a job in darkest New Jersey I ran
across a little clue, and a little man
who told me a little secret. The Ger- |
wmans have been getting ready for this
war for years, piling up guns and am-
+nunition for Der Tag. The other |
countries were caught only half ready. |
T'hey have stopped the Germans on |
the Marne, but they've been using
their shells at such a. rate that the |
famine is near. Their only hope Is to |
buy supplies of us. They're going to |
dump enough contracts on this coun- |
try to furnish about a million dollars |
to every citizen. Their agents are |
|
come!
pussy-footing round to distribute con-
tracts quietly. :
“The Bethlehem Steel company has |
gathered in a big lot of them, and 1
had a tip that the stock was going
to boom; so are a lot of other stocks.
{'d sell my right arm for a little cash. I
But there's no market for detached |
cight arms, so I used mine to sign up |
a few little contracts for placing con- |
tracts, and I've plucked them and!
srought them to you." He broke into |
dance and whirled Bayard off his feet. |
Bayard tried to be patient. “That's
all very Interesting, Clay, but take |
your delusions down to Bellevue, |
where they'll put you in the right cell.
What can you or I do with ammuni- !
tion contracts?
“Accept 'em, you blamed ijit! Open
up your cld shut-up factory and get |
busy.”
“We have no machinery for making |
ammunition.”
“Get It, then, or adapt your ma-
<hinery! They need millions of each
article, for there are millions of men |
in the field using up what they've got |
so fast that it's only a matter of
weeks before they'll be desperate.”
Bayard began to see the scheme
also the obstacles. “But it takes
money to make those things. Where |
will we get the cash for the pay rolls
and the raw materials?”
“From the banks! The banks are
bursting open with idle money; it's
rotting on thelr hands!”
Bayard went aglow with the realiza-
tion of the opportunity. He began to |
tremble at the vision of the sudden |
avalanches of wealth pouring down |
the bleak mountains of despair. He |
could hear the roar of the Niagaras |
of gold.
Daphne and Leila came rushing
from concealment. Clay's beatitude |
was so complete that he forgot his re- |
sentments and kissed them both, i
Bayard was frantic to be at work. |
He resolved to telephone the presi- |
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dent of his company at once and lay i
the matter before him. Leila cannily |
advised Bayard to grasp the whip |
hand of the situation and keep It. She i
began to dance about the room like |
a Mirlam celebrating the passage of |
the Red sea.
“The first thing we'll do,” she said, |
“will be to get my jewelry ont of the |
pawnshop and the second will be to
buy some more,
and the hats!”
This asserted a sobering effect on |
Bayard. “No,” he announced. “We've |
gone through hades once because I
gambled away my reserves, This time
I'm going to get a big reserve before
I spend a cent. I'll never risk another
ordeal like the one we've been |
through. No more fractures of the
Thirteenth for me!”
Leila laughed.
Bayard went to the telephone to
start the wheels of the factory in mo-
tion by summoning the president to
council. He paused to ask: *He'll
want to know who the foreign agent
is you are dealing with? Or are there
several? Who shall I say?”
“Wetherell,” sald Clay.
The great Skoda gun that suddenly
one day dropped a monster shell in
Dunkirk twenty miles off could hardly
have eansed more stupefaction than
the name of Wetherell detonating in
that room.
Daphne snatched her hand from
Clay's. Bayard sprang up so sharply
that he almost threw Leila forward
on her face. Instinetlvely he caught
her by the arm and saved her from
falling. But instantly he flung her
arm from him In a gush of disgust.
Clay gaped at the tableau in bewil-
derment. He had not dreamed that
any of the three had ever heard of
Wetherell. He could not Imagine the
bitterness the name involved,
“Will some kind friend please tell
me what all the excitement Is about?”
This was not easy. Who wanted to
tell Clay that Leila had just been aco
cused of neglecting her husband and
her own duties for the society of this
very Wetherell? Leila herself was
the one that told him. ;
“Look here, Bydie,” Lelia coved
and billed, “don’t you think you've
done enough? You've shown me that
you don’t trust me and you've ordered
Mr. Wetherell never to come near me
egoln. San't that enough without beg-
garing us all for spite? What else
is It but cheap, nasty spite?”
“It's a great deal more than spite,”
Payard groaned. “Do you think I'll
accept favors from a man who has
been courting you and got caught at
it? I'd rather starve!”
“Well, I wouldn't!” Letla averred.
“And I'm not going to starve, And
I'm not going to let you commit hari-
karl on Wetherell’'s doorstep just to
spite him, I tell you agaln, once for
all, there was nothing wrong in Weth-
erell's behavior, absolutely nothing.
It's outrageous that you should accuse
me of such horrible things.”
So Bayard was coerced into having
his life saved by his enemy. It was
one thing, however, to consent to deal
with Wetherell, and another to devise
a tolerable reconciliation.
“Well,” Bayard sighed,
ean't be choosers. If I'd saved my |
money I shouldn't have to take Weth- |
erell’'s money.” 1
“beggars
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his company at the office. His oration
made a huge success, Bayard began
to smile to himself, to wink at the
apparent rapture of his distant ear-|
to-ear,
The end of the matter was that when
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new man. He had cunningly raised |
his chief's hopes to the highest de
gree, yet withheld the name of the
intended to take Lella’s advice and |
use his knowledge as a lever for his |
own advancement and Clay's.
Clay and Bayard sat down to make |
figures, and the talk grew too tech-|
hearing the first music of Bayard and |
sands of dollars Daphne stole out uo- |
heeded and went up to her own room. |
!
Mr. Chivvis was sitting by a win- |
broidery.
the |
market for her needlework;
She advised Daphne to get to work
Daphne had not the courage to say |
that her brother and her betrothed |
were about to become plutocrats, She
sald only that she was very tired.
And there is no more exhausting drain
on the nerves than their response to
unexpected good news, It Is more
fatiguing than bad. She was sur
prised and shocked, too, to find how
snobbish she was all of a sudden
about the petty earnings of a Chivvis.
CHAPTER XXIL
In those days the United States of
America suddenly woke to the fact
that they could pull themselves out |
of "bankruptey by helping the benight- |
There were sudden geysers of for |
tune and sudden collapses of failure. |
As In bonanza times, many were ru
ined, while the few prospered. But
Bayard seemed to touch
nothing that did not turn to gold
Bayard had gained immense prestige
So Bayard Was Coerced Into Having
His Life Baved by His Enemy,
with his firm because of the huge
When Daphne heard this she had
to sit down to keep from falling down.
Bayard resuscitated her with a check
for a thousand dollars. It meant
nothing more to her than abraca-
dabra. The whole incredible altera-
tion was a falry story to her. Bhe
made a faint attempt to refuse the
gift, but Bayard forced it back into
her palm and closed her fingers on it,
She repald Bayard with kisses till
she lost count and embraces till they
both lost breath, Then she borrowed
from him enough cash to pay her
moss-grown bill with the Chivvises,
Daphne could not wait for the ele
vator. She ran up several flights of
stairs, scratched the door with her
palsied latchkey and flung herself
into Mrh, Chivvis' arms and kissed
her—even Mrs, Chivvis. Her apology
was the money for the bill, She flaunt.
ed before her the check bearing the
heavenly legend commanding the Fifth
dredths dollars” on penalty of incur
ing the displeasure of “Bayard Kip.”
Mrs, Chivvis handled the parchment
husband to touch it. It might have
been one of the golden leaves of the
sacred Book of Mormon, and she a
aled wife of Brigham himself.
“What are you planning to do with
all this? she sald at length,
would you suggest?”
ness. Why not use this as capital?”
“Fine! What business ought I to
in a lot. That's one reason he has
been kept down so, He never could
get ahead. That was what we were
saving up for—to get a little capital,
And then the war came along—and we
had to spend our savings. That same
war has made your brother so rich
that he could give you a small fortune.
I don't belleve you could do better
than to put that into a business”
“Neither do II" Daphne cried.
“Let's!”
CHAPTER XXIIL
Daphne was golng to be Independ-
ent, but she was still all woman when
it came to the selection of her special
trade. She would be a business wom-
an, but she would do a woman's busi-
ness,
There were ever so many dainties
and exquisites that she wanted to
hang In her shop. She was going to
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“There's embroidery,”
Chivvis,
Daphne had to guffaw at that, Mrs.
Chivvis did not laugh. *“I mean it”
she urged; “think it over.”
“All right, I'll think it over™
The novelty of being righ lost its
said Mrs,
her damask soul. She and Daphne
forgot their mutual grievances for
thelr common grievance,
“That's the trouble with these hus
in bad luck you can't lose ‘em, and
‘em.
“It's the same with flances” sald
Daphne,
Daphne had the worst of it, for
who kept urging her to Invest her
before it pas
gone. But in the environs of nolsy
manded such prolonged labor for such
minute profit that Daphne remained
cold,
She began to resent Clay's neglect
to Daphne In a kind of drowsy hypno-
sis. And he spoke incessantly of the
blings.
in his face when he grew eloquent
of finance. And he
never knew, He kissed her goodby
as if he were kissing a government
bond, safe and quiet and all his own.
After one of Clay's visits Mrs, Chiv.
Vis found Daphne In a brown study.
Mrs. Chivvis explained her own af-
fairs; and Daphne was so exhausted
with the sultry problems of love that
Mrs. Chivvis' business gossip was com.
pletely refreshing.
“I've been down to the Woman's ex.
change,” she said, “trying to sell some
of my needlework. They were very
nice about it, but It means a terrible
amount of labor for a pittance of
money. You have to pay them so
much a year for the privilege of put
ting your things on sale there, Then
they don't guarantee to return it in
good condition, and they don't guaran.
tee to sell it; or If they do they charge
you 20 per cent for their end of It.
“I couldn't see any profit in that, so
I went to one of the jobbers, He maid
my style of work brought good prices
in the big stores. But they won't pay
him much and he'll pay me less,
“I was thinking— There's money
in these things and In all sorts of
needle things if you have a little capi
tal"™
“That's different,” sald Daphne,
“And I've got some capital now,
I the money?”
“Oh, I didn’t put it that way!"
eAnywny y It's true. Well, would
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have a window! With ber name on
it! That would be more fun than a
limousine with crest on door.
Gradually her scheme enlarged, She |
would devote her shop to the whole
mechanism of the boudoir. “Boudoir
wear” was the word that pleased her.
It was in human nature that the
partpers spguld quarrel over a name
for the baby before the baby was |
| born. They spoke of themselves as
| “The Firm.”
Finally Daphne, claiming the ma- |
jority of the power, voted en bloc for
“Boudoirwear,” and claimed the vie |
tory. Mrs. Chivvis surrendered with |
the amendment that “Miss Kip” |
| should be at one side, “Mrs, Chivvis” |
iat the other, She bribed the assem- |
bly by promising that a cousin of hers,
a young artist living in the Washing
ton Mews, should paint a pretty sign-
board on a swinging shingle. After)
many designs had been composed and |
| destroyed they agreed on this legend: |
BOUDOIRWEAR
Everything for the Boudoir.
Exquisite Things for Brides
MISS KIP, MRS. CHIVVIS.
The cousin painted it well and {ila |
minated it with elaborate intials and |
an allegorical figure «of a young lady
in Cubist negligee. It had the tradi-
tional charm of a tavern board, In
fact, their shop was to be a tavern for
women in search of sartorial refresh-
ment.
Troubles mustered about them as
weeds shove up In a garden faster
than they can be plucked out. Ex.
penses undreamed of materialized in
swarms, Everything was delayed ex
cept the demands for their money.
The petty-cash box, like a sort of per
verted fairy purse, emptied Itself as
fast as It was filled.
The petty cash was the least of
their dismay. The grand cash was the
main .problem, They had stitched
their fingers full of holes und piled up
reams of fabrics, but the total was
pathetically tiny. »
One thing was Instantly demon
strated. They must give up their plan
wor go into debt. Indeed, they already
were in debt.
“We've got to take the plunge,” said
Daphne, “I'd rather die than go on
paying a year's rent for an empty
Daphne answered, with a sphinzie
solemnity. “Buy on credit. It's a
case of nothing venture, nothing gain;
nothing purchase, nothing sell! noth.
ing borrow, nothing pay. The only
way to get out of debt Is to go In
deeper—like getting a fish hook out of
your thumb.”
Mrs, Chivvis suffered herself to be
persuaded. They visited the whole.
salers and the jobbers and were well
received, having pald cash before
and, thanks to Mr, Chivvis' suggestion,
having been astute enough to demand
discount for cash,
And now the motortrucks and the
the messenger boys began to pour
stock into the little shop. It was pleas.
ant not to have to pay for things,
though the tips were reaching alarm-
ing proportions, and the bundle of bills
for future settlement grew and grew,
Mrs. Chivvis made a list of thelr
any discussion that
quench her spirit,
almost forgot Clay Wimburn.
was too busy to care much,
no time to mourn. Clay was only one
fairs could walt. Her business needs
could not.
Clay did not come near her,
off his mind.
He was not so
Indeed, he could
aster to his schemes,
day might smother him
that torpedoed the Lusitania
shattered Wall street's joy, threw the
The slump in the market came at
the most unfortunate moment for Bay-
Any moment of slump,
indeed, would have come most untime.
ly for their ventures,
“Kip and Chivvis” were making a
soap-velled windows they laughed and
on arrangements and price
tags and show cards,
Mr. Chivvis, still out of a job, acted
And at last the moment
arrived when they declared the shop
said.
But there was no audi
ence, either,
At night Kip and Chivvis locked
aged beyond words and
muscles which had been kept 4! an ex-
Oceaslonal
but
purchases were
unimportant. Kip and
und what did not. They realized that
too much of
things and far too little
move,
“What do the women care for
prices? Daphne railed.
HOW MRS, BOYD
AVOIDED AN
OPERATION
Canton, Ohio.—*“1 suffered from »
female trouble which eaused me much
, suffering, and twa
doctors decided
that I would have
to go through an
operation before |
could get well,
“ My mother, who
had been helped b
Lydia E. Pinkham’s
egetable Com-
pound, advised me
to try it before sub-
mitting to an opera
tion. Itrelieved me
" from my troubles
| #0 I can do my house work without an
difficulty. 1 advise any woman who
afi with female troubles Io give
| Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com-
| pound a trial and it will do as much for
them.” — Mrs. Marie Boyp, 1421 6th
Et, N. E., Canton, Ohio.
Sometimes there are serious condi.
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only alternative, but on the other hand
80 many women have been cured by this
famous root and herb remedy, Lydia E.
| Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, after
| doctors have said that an operation was
necessary — every woman who wants
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If complications exist, write to Lydia
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The Reason,
She—1{ this idea of an old age pen-
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I am giad to say
bave had mo return of the
but they know and we know that it's
because they hate each other”
One day a great lady who could
hardly squeeze through the door
creaked into the shop and spilled her
load of coal, Daphne felt that she was
about to die on their hands or ask for
an ambulance, but she asked instead
for an embroidered breakfast gown
from the window,
Mrs. Chivvis fetched It and the old
up to her nose as If to sniff it, but
really to see it.
“That's it! That's what Ive been
looking for!” she wheezed. “Have you
got much of this sort of thing?
“Oh yes”
“Agh, that's good! My daughter 1»
marrying in some haste--a young im.
becile who's going over to France to
run an ambulance. I'm Mrs. Romily.”
Mrs. Chivvis walted unperturbed for
further Identification. Daphne had
never heard of Mrs. Romilly, either,
but she gasped as if she had been say
ing her prayers at the shrine of Rom-
illy from childhood and now had been
visited by the patron saint, whom she
had recognized nt once, of course.
“Oh yes, of course.”
Mrs. Romilly was coughing on:
“I've been (0 several shops, and I was
almost In despair until 1 saw your
sign. If you could do a few things in
rather a hurry I fancy I could give
you o largedsh order. And if the
things were at all successful, 1 could
throw quite a little trade your way.
You're rather new, aren't you?
Daphne assented that the firm was
quite new. Bhe brought forward an
order pad and stood at attention,
Mrs, Romilly had trousseaned a
large family of children and
poor !
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