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 +
$1 5
and freight Nes
Oats No. 1 whit
Butter-—Cre
tras, 53@G 53%
a @52
pack!
make, No. 2, 6%. G4
extra (92 «
| firsts, 501 ug stock
resh gathered
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fancy
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of the bills, closed the drawer and
“They say all successful businesses
are begun on borrowed money. So I'll
borrow this from the firm-—for luck”
She put out her hand. Clay put out
his. She laid three dollars on his palm
and closed his fingers on them,
“What's all this?” he asked, all mys-
tified, She explained:
“A plain goid band costs about six
partnership. Women are wearing their
wedding rings very light nowadays.”
“1 should say so!” Clay groaned, but
with a smile,
She bent forward and he bent for
ward and their lips met. She was only
a saleswoman selling a customer part
of a heart for part of a heart, but to
Clay the very counter was the golden
bar of heaven, snd Daphne the Bless.
ed Damozel that leaned om it and
made it warm,
THE END.
The Hottest City.
The city of Hyderabad, on the great
Sind desert of India, has the reputa.
tion of being the hottest place In the
world, having a shade temperature of
127 degrees during the summer
months! Even the natives find it hot
~and that is saying something.
In order to cool their houses as moh
as possible, the people make use of
curious ventilators very much like
those on shipboard, “setting” them so
as to convey a breeze to the dwellers
in the hot rooms below. Every resi
dential building has several of these
queer airshafts leading down to the
principal living rooms, and especially
to the bedrooms. Even so, it is prac
tically impossible, during the terrible
heat of summer, to get to sleep until
Cheese-—State, whole milk flats
make,
| average run,
twins,
29
2; do, average run 30% G11
oar
rent @32
ott
li
state, whole mil
pecials
3031;
current make, spe
PHILADELPHIA —
No. 1. per ton,
@38. No. 3 do
i hay,
i$
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-<Lambe, 84 pounds down, $15
@17.50; culls and comomn, $8@ 14.60;
yearling weathers, JMO@1350: owes,
medium, good and choice, §6 2508.25;
culls and qommon, $2.5005.75.
BALTIMORE. —Calves—Veal, choice
by express, per Ib, 18%, @18¢. do, by
boat, do, 18% @19; do, light, ordinary,
do, 1T@17%; rough and heavy, per
head, #12024. ;
Hogs—Straight, per Ib, 18@1%¢; do,
sows, as to quality, 16618; do, stags
and boars, 124013; live pigs, 18@19;
shoats, 18610
Lambs and Sheep—No. 1, So: do, old
bucks, as to quality, 7. Laniba— Spring,
weight,
38 lta ang over. 17; poor to fair, 16.
a ——_ Fens en