CHAPTER XXV-—Continusd. oer fee “That makes no difference,” Daphne stormed, already converted to the shop religion. “Customers must not find the door shut. Run open it at ounce. Suppose Mrs. Romilly dropped in. We'd lose her—unless this no- toriety drives her away.” A little blush of shame flickered In Daphne's pale cheeks a moment and went out. She sighed: “I suppose Mr. Duane has stopped that check, too—if he ever sent it. Oh, dear!” Then a nurse knocked; brought in a card growing in a large little aza- lea tree. Daphne scanned it. “Mr. Thomas Varick Duane!” She peered closer at the pencilings and read aloud: *“'I just learned. I'm heart- broken. Isn't there anything I can do?" Daphne felt as If outraged society had forgiven her, “Isn't he a darling?’«she murmured. Mrs. Chivvis begrudged a stingy, “Well, of course—" She had the poor folks’ conscientious scruples against wasting praise on the rich. “You'll want to see him, I presume.” But Daphne had had enough of evil appearance, “See him here? Never!” She glared at poor Mrs, Chivvis with a reproof that was excruciating to ac cept, and ordered her to go down and meet Mr. Duane and incidentally learn about the check. “Business is busi. ness,” she sald, Mrs. Chivvis descended in all the confusion of a Puritan wife meeting a Cavalier beau. She eame back later to say that Mr. Duane was really very nice, and spoke beautifully and had sent the check and would send an- other if Daphne wished it, and would make old Mrs. Romilly go on with the order, and would she like some spe. cial fruits or soups or something? He was really very nice, Daphne eyed her with ironic horror and said, “You've been flirting with him! and me so helpless here!” “Daph !—nee!! Kip!!!” Mrs. Chiv- ¥is screamed. The only counter-thrust she could think of was, “And what does Mr. Wimburn say?” This sobered Daphne. Why had Clay sent no word? Everybody else in town had seen the papers. Clay read the papers. Surely he was not capable of such monstrous pique. When your worst enemy gets badly hurt you've just got to forgive—if you're human, CHAPTER XXVIi. Leila was determined to endure everything that might be necessary to regain her beauty. She would go through any ordeal of knives or plas- ter casts or splints or medicines for that. She was quite grim about it Her resolution extended to the spend. ing of as much of Bayard’s money as might be necessary on surgeons’ fees and doctors’ bills, If she bankrupted Bayard It would be with the tenderest motives, Five times she went to the operat- ing table, made that infernal journey into etherland, knowing what after anguishes walted her, what retching and burning and bleeding. She braved death again and again, took long chances with cowering bravado, And all for Bayard's sake, One morning when Bayard reached his office after a harrowing all-night vigil at Leila's side he was just falling asleep over the first mail when his telephone snarled. He reached for it with alarm. A voice boomed in his ear: “Ah you thah?” “Yes” “Keep the line, please. Now, you ah through, sir?” Then a growl replaced the boom, a growl that made the receiver rattle: “Ah you thah, Mr. Kip? This is Colonel Marchmont. 1 dare say you remember our conversation about those damned contracts with Weth- ercll, A little farther discussion might not be amiss—if you could make it perfectly convenient to drop ovvah at, say, a quawtah pahst fah? ~jood! 1 shall expect you at that al.” Bayard pondered. What new per- secution sas fate preparing? As he went to the office, he bought an eve ning paper. A heavily headed cable- gram announced that the laborers in the British munition works were strik- ing or threatening to strike. A gleam of understanding came into Bayard's eye, Wheti he reached the desk of Jolanel Marchmont he looked un- abashed into the revolver muzzle of the old war horse's one eye, Without any preliminary courtesies or any softening of his previous tone the colonel snorted: “Those devilish contracts you made with Wetherell— The poor fellow Is no longer alive— more’s the pity, but— Well, I'm afraid I was a bit severe with you. I fancy we might see our way to renewing those contracts at a reasonable figure ~gay at a 25 per cent reduction from the terms you quoted.” wd smiled and shook his head. He blatfed the bluffer. “The prices we quoted included only a fair profit, colonel, Since then materials have Bath going up in pricy every minute, the demand from abroad. ¥ 4 We and And the home market is booming. can sell all our product here, more, too, than we can make.” Colonel Marchmont squirmed, but he was a soldier and loved a good counter-attack. He smiled as he squirmed. Wetherell was avenged when his successor signed mew con- tracts at a higher price than he had made. The changing times changed everything; yesterday's exorbitance was today’s bargain, Bayard departed with a wallet full of business. He got back ter his office on feet fledged with Mercurial wings, His feet were beautiful on the rug of the president's office, Bayard felt so kindly to all the world that he hurried to the hospital Wetherell Was Avenged When His Successor Signed New Contracts at a Higher Price Than He Had Made. to scatter good news like flowers over Leila's couch. She was in that humor when anybody else's good fortune was an added grief to her. “I'm po use to you now,” ghe walled, “lI never was much. But at least 1 dressed and kept looking fit. And you sald I was pretty. But now-— Oh, Bayard, Bayard! You used to call me beautiful, and I tried to be beautiful for you, But now— To be ugly and useless both—it's too much!” Wise pathfinders say that when you are wandering in strange country you should turn every now and then and look back at the way you came, It wears a different aspect entirely from its look as you approached, and you will need to know how it will look when you return, From childhood on, Leila had been warned against extravagance—as Bay- ard had, as have we all. But only now that she was looking backward could she realize the wisdom, the in- tolerable truth of the adage, “Waste not, want not.” Meanwhile Daphne was having so different a history that she felt ashamed. It seemed unfair to her to get well quickly and with no blemish except a scar or two that would not show, while Leila hung between death and deformity But seeing Bayard alone and hear ing Leila fret, she felt confirmed in her belief that she had done the whole some thing when she joined the labor. ing classes. There were discournge- ments without cease, yet Daphne was learning what a remedy for how many troubles there is In work. It seemed to be almest panacea. It was exciting, fatiguing, alarming, but it was objec tive. She was on her way at last to that fifty thousand a year she had dreamed of. She was uncertain yet of earning a thousand a year, but she was on the road. Clay Wimburn, seeking chances in the West, did not see the New York papers or any other record of Daph- ne's accident. When he got back to New York, his pockets full of con tracts, Bayard, equally successful, greeted him enthusiastically. Then he learned of the accident and the fact that Daphne was “in trade,” He was indignant at the news and wanted to see her at once, Bayard gave him the address, and Clay wasted no time asking further questions. He made haste to the sub way, fuming; left the train at the Grand Central station and climbed up to a taxicab, Then he found Daphne, 8he led him into a little shop empty of everything but the debris of re moval, “Where are we?” sald Clay. “This was my shop.” “What's the matter?) Busted al- ready?” Clay asked, with a not unfiat- tering cheerfulness, - “Not in the least,” Daphne ex. plained. “We've expanded so fast we had to move. We sublet and moved across the street. “You remember Mrs, Chivvis, don't you? Mrs. Chivvls, you haven't for 50 long you might have, though. Where've you been, Clay? But walt— you can tell me on the way over to the new shop.” When she led him into her new em- porium the graceful fabrigs displayed were all red rags to him, He was a bull in a crimson shop. Daphne made Clay sit down and asked him If it were not all perfectly lovely, He waited until Mrs. Chivvis went on to the workroom. He had a glimpse of a number of girls and women on sewing bent. They were laughing and chattering. He answered, “It's perfectly loath- some.” Instead of resenting this Insult Daphne laughed till she fell against the counter. The worst of it was that her eyes were so tender. “Where did you get all the capital for all this stock?’ Clay demanded, with sudden suspicion, “Oh, part of it we bought on eredit and part of it on borrowed money.” “Borrowed from whom? “From Mr. Duane” This was too much of too much. Clay stormed: “I'll get him” “Oh, no, you won't!” “Oh, yes, I will” “I won't have you assaulting the best friend I've got In the world” He groaned aloud at this, not no- ticing how she used the word “friend.” She ran on. She had not talked to him for so long that she was a perfect chatterbox. “He lent me five hundred dollars when I didn't know where else to get it. And it nailed our first real con- tract—a big commission from old Mrs. Romilly. We paid back: Mr. Duane's five hundred and then—" She giggled In advance at what was coming to Clay. “And then I borrowed a thou. sand from him. We owe him that now.” wished, “Well, amount—or more. And you can pay Duane off with interest. 1 won't have you owing him money” “You won't have!” Daphne mocked “You won't have? Since when did you become senior partner here?” “Senior partner! Clay railed. “I'm no partner in this business! I hate this business, see you in it" “Then step out on the walk” said Daphne, firm. The boudoir is no place for you, anyway.” A yoursy woman with a bridal eye walked in and Daphne left Clay to blunder out sheepishly. He did not him. He was a most young man. money and still he was not happy! CHAPTER XXVIL EE —, days Clay picked up some of the facts about Daphne's presence In Wether eil’'s fatal car, He was more furious at her than ever and more incapable of hating her. He saw Bayard often, but Bayard knew little and said less. One after. noon he invited Clay to ride with him to the hospital, whence Leila was to graduate. He warned Clay not to be- tray how shocked he would be at Lel- In's appearance, which, he said, was a wonderful improvement on what it had been. She was, Indeed, a mere shell, and Clay was not entirely successful with Iva compliments, Leila sighed: “Much obliged for well, The doctors say that if I take care of myself every minute and go to a lot of specialists and go to Bar Harbor in the hot weather and to Palm Beach In the cold and spend about a million dollars I'll be myself some day. That's not much, but it's all I've got to work for. Poor Bydiel He didn’t know he was endowing a hospital when he married me.” “What do I care, honey?" Bayard eried, with perfect chivalry. “The money is rolling in and I'd rather spend it on you than on anybody else.” “The money's rolling out just as fast as it rolls In," Leila sighed. “The Lord seems to provide a new expense for every streak of luck. And that's my middle name-—Expense."” She had actually learned one lesson. That was a hopeful sign. 5 Clay sought Daphne in her odious (to him) place of business, She asked him what she could sell him. He said he would wait till the shop closed. She ralsed her eyebrows impudently and gave him a chair in a corner. He sat there feeling as out of place as a strange man in a harem. Eventually the last -garrmlous cus tomer talked herself dumb; the last sewing woman went. Mrs. Chivvis pulled down the curtains in the show window and at the door and bade good night, “I want to know why you don't give up Tom Duane.” | Sbe shrugged ber excellent shoul: CENTRE HALL. PA ders again, but she did not smile, She spoke Instead: “I don't ask you to give up your stenographer.” “Oh, it's like that, eh? Well, then, why won't you let me lend you money Instead of Tom Duane?” Her answer astounded him with its feminine logic: “I can borrow of Mr. Duane because I don't love him and never did and he knows it. I can't borrow of you because—" He leaped at the Implication: “Be cause you love me?" “Because I used to” “Don't you any more?" he groaned. “How can I tell? It's been months and months since I saw the Clay Wimburn that came out to Cleveland and lured me on to New York. The only Clay Wimbura I've seen for some time has been a horribly pros perous, domineering snob who is too proud to be seen with a working woman, He wants to marry a lady. I never was one and don't want to be one, I'm a business woman and I love it” “And you shop for me? “Certainly not” He looked at her with baffled emo- tions. She was so delectable and so obstinate, so right-hearted and so wrong-headed., It was Intolerable that she should keep a shop. He spoke after a long delay: “May 1 come and see you once in a while?” “If you want to” “Where you living now?" “still at the Chivvises'” “You ought to take belter care of yourself than that, Surely you can afford a better home” “I suppose so, but it would be fonely anywhere else. It has been safe there—aince you quit calling on It doesn't cost me much” wouldn't give os up your me. “But you're making soe much money,” “Not so very much-—yet, but it's it, and- how 1 love to watch it grow.” “You miser” “Maybe. 1 guess that's the only way to save uibney--to make a pas sion out of It and get a kind of vo luptuous feeling from it. Bat I really think that it's the fun of making it that interests me most. It certainly keeps me out of mischief and out of loneliness. Oh, there's no freedom like having a job and a little reserve in the bank. It's the only life, Clay.” “And you wouldn't give-up your et MAYS as you call it, even for a man enough to do that?” “I could love a man too much to do that, For where's the love In a woman's sitting around the house all day and waiting for a man to come home and listen to the gossip of her empty brain? That isn't loving, that's loafing.” Clay was not at all persuaded. “Bat there's no comfort or honde life in marrying a business woman." “How do you know? You know plenty of unsuccessful wives who are not business women.” “1 want a housekeeper, not keeper” “Go get one, then, I say. If a wom an can't earn enough outside to hire a housekeeper let her do her own house. work. But If she can earn enough to a shop “It Seems to Me It Couldn't Help Be. ing a Better and a Happier Way of Living” hire a hundred housekeepers why should she stick to the kitchen? In my home, If 1 ever got one, the cook will not be the star, Besides, it enlarges life so. Iustead of two living on the wages of one two will live on the earn ings of two, It seems to me it couldn't help being a better and a haps pler way of living.” Clay blushed vigorousty as he mum: bled “What's Jour business woman Lg0log_to_do do_when the—the babies, Copyright by Harper & Brothers come? Or do you cut out the kiddies? Daphne blushed, too. “Well, I should think that the business woman could afford bables better than anybody else, She has to give up the housework, any- way, even when she’s a housekeeper. I suppose she could give up her shop for a while, At least she could share the expense—or her husband could stand the bills since he escapes the pain. I tell you, If I ever had a daugh- ter I'd make her learn her own trade if she never learned anything else, I'd never raise her to the hideous, inde cent belief that the world owes her a be old-fashioned, but it isn’t decent, and it isn't even romantic, of two free souls, with their own ca- reers and their own expenses, could be, Then both of them can come home evenings and thelr home will be a home—a fresh, sweet meeting place.” Clay breathed hard, He was silenced, one woman in the world for him, spite of her cantankerous notions, Still, of course, 8 woman had to have some flaw or she would not be Daphne's folble was as anyone's, perhaps. “1 suppose thought harmless ’ you ve given of marrying me?” up | THE MARKETS BALTIMORE heat Heceipts sold, by sample, at 32.005, $2.15. $2.20, 2.22, $82.25 and $2.26 per bu Corn--Bales of bag lots of corn, delievered, at $31.86 per bu yellow corn, No. 3 or better, for do mestic dslivery, W quc at $1506 1.92 per bu for car lois on spot, as Lo lscation Oats 3 while, Ww white Track fod 2 white, 78¢c as 77% asked. Hay 1 timothy, 340041. stand. ard timothy, $30@28.50; No. 2 do, $38: No. 3 do, $26@37: No. 1 Hght clover, mixed, $38; No. 2 do, do, 335037; 1 clover, mixed, $36.60@36.50 do, do, $324Q356;: No. 1 cl $33; 2 do, $30; No. 3 do, 828 Biraw-—-No 1650; No. 2 tangied rye No ked, No. wr No, NO. 9 - No. at “20 aver, 1 straight rye, $16.50 do, $15©@1550: No. 1 $1250@1350; No. 2 do, $1150@12; 1 wheat, $7@%: No. 2 do, $7.50@8; No. 1 oat, $11.50@12; No. | 2 do, $11@11.50. Potatoes— Western {| Pennsylvania, No Maryland and 1. 3150@1.75; New York and Western, $31 50@1.75: Bast {ern nd and Virginia, cob do rmicks, m Marviand, $1.50 sections, red, $15 1, No. 2, 8191.25 "et 0 Shore Marva $1.50@1.7¢F £34 “1.7 15 @1.95; all i do, mediun | 50@75¢c; Rappah | per bri, $4@4.50; | $2@ @260;: North and | No. 1, do, $4@4.50 Norfolk-Hampion | $4.25@4.75; do $2: 50 fancy b1as2 prints, i blers, {815 Bouthe do do South | $2@2.59 do, No. 2, Butter— Creamery | creamery, choice pestness: “I've never given up that thought, Clay. [I've been trying to make myself worthy of the happiness it would mean. 1 have had the seau all made, and paid for, a while, That's what I came to town for originally-~—our trousseaun. jut when I saw how much sacrifice it meant for rots. of bills I'd be dumping on young lover 1 couldn't the good of it. So 1 took my vow that I wouldn't get a troussean till 1 could enrn price it myself. And now earned the price and I've got it. I've lost my excuse for wearing it “Still, I'd probably lost my poor Kins of I've jut have you my old ideas. Everybody always says that money is the enemy of love, I wonder if it couldn't be made friend. It would be an interesting ex- periment, anyway.” ment.” smile “Let's.” He moved toward her, but dodged behind the counter. studied him a moment, drawer slid out. from it. made a memorandum on + $1 5 and freight Nes Oats No. 1 whit Butter-—Cre tras, 53@G 53% a @52 pack! make, No. 2, 6%. G4 extra (92 « | firsts, 501 ug stock resh gathered $597 We fancy Eggs 51@ b2¢ do van GRiTras state, Pennsy! annery state Fre firsts, and near fine Pennsylvania @ ia sgiors | white, Og 64 hen aery do, whit § Wiis hrown g i and mixed ¢ of the bills, closed the drawer and “They say all successful businesses are begun on borrowed money. So I'll borrow this from the firm-—for luck” She put out her hand. Clay put out his. She laid three dollars on his palm and closed his fingers on them, “What's all this?” he asked, all mys- tified, She explained: “A plain goid band costs about six partnership. Women are wearing their wedding rings very light nowadays.” “1 should say so!” Clay groaned, but with a smile, She bent forward and he bent for ward and their lips met. She was only a saleswoman selling a customer part of a heart for part of a heart, but to Clay the very counter was the golden bar of heaven, snd Daphne the Bless. ed Damozel that leaned om it and made it warm, THE END. The Hottest City. The city of Hyderabad, on the great Sind desert of India, has the reputa. tion of being the hottest place In the world, having a shade temperature of 127 degrees during the summer months! Even the natives find it hot ~and that is saying something. In order to cool their houses as moh as possible, the people make use of curious ventilators very much like those on shipboard, “setting” them so as to convey a breeze to the dwellers in the hot rooms below. Every resi dential building has several of these queer airshafts leading down to the principal living rooms, and especially to the bedrooms. Even so, it is prac tically impossible, during the terrible heat of summer, to get to sleep until Cheese-—State, whole milk flats make, | average run, twins, 29 2; do, average run 30% G11 oar rent @32 ott li state, whole mil pecials 3031; current make, spe PHILADELPHIA — No. 1. per ton, @38. No. 3 do i hay, i$ Hay Timothy $40@41: No. 2, do, $38 835026; cl mixed light mixed $385@G39; No. 1 mixed, Hb 38: No. 2, $33@34 Live -Fowis, 38@37c. Cheese-—~New York aun full milk, 31@31%e¢. Potatoss—North Carolina and South Carolina, No. 1. per brl, $3@4.35: do, No. 2, 31.75@250: Eastara Shore, No. 1. 34@4.75; do, No. 2, do. $2.25@250 Norfolk, No. 1, do, $3.7 @4.25; No. 2 do, $1.75@ 2 vor Poultry- 4 Wisconsin, Live Stock CHICAGO. — Hoge — Heavy $2040@21;. medium weight, $20021; light weight, $20.20@21.15; light light, $18.500029.75: heavy packing sows, smooth, $18.9502025; packing sows, rough, $10@19.85; pigs, $17.235@ 1850. Cattie—Besf steers, medium and heavy weight, choice and prime, $14.25 @15.50; medium and good $12.29 14.40; common, $10.75012 40; butcher cattle, heifers, $7.75013.35; cows, §750@12.35; canners and cutters, 38.25@7.50; veal calves, light and handy weight, JI5.75@01825; feeder steora, $9.26@ 12.75; stocker steers, $8 12. Shesp-