The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1919-01-28

ihes pIdCeu tle gay lnte enough for
Bayard and his wife to get hack from
Europe. Bayard had not written. OF
course, since his marriage, except
brief note from the steamer the day
he landed. But he had set six weeks
as the limit of his absence.
One evening Clay announced that he
had reserved three seats for n new
comedy that had opened with success
a few nights before. Mrs. Kip begged
to be excused from going.
Clay urged her to reconsider her re-
fusal. Sure you won't go? You ought
at least to see the star, Sheila Kemble.
Some people say she looks little like
Daphne. OF course she doesn't: she's
not tenth as beautiful or young or
attractive, but there is n kind of
resemblance. And they say she gets a
thousand dollars week. Daphne
could give her cards and spades and
beat her. Sure you won't go2"
II wouldn't put my poor feet into
those tight slippers tonight to see
Daphne herself play Lady Macbeth"
So Clay and Daphne went alone
After the last act he proposed Glare.
mont for supper. Daphne accepted
with zest. They entered an open taxi.
cab and scudded up the long bias seam
of Broadway to Seventy-second street
and whisked across to Riverside drive
and up its meandering splepcor.
This is too beautiful to go through
SO fast" Daphne cried. ITS wonder
full. We ought to walk Promise me
we can walk home. It's such a GOT
geOus night"
You're crazy, darling" ne said.
"Tve got to get to my office tomorrow,
and you've got to get home tor bres..
fast"
"Ali right for you," she pUuted hut
II was none too serious tragedy. and
her spirits revived when the tar!cab
turned In through the shrubs ubou, the
old inn that had once been the bone
OF Napoleon's brother and had heard
the laughter of Theodosia Burr and of
Betty Jumei II the!- primes.
Daphne did not like the tabte the
head waiter led them to. It missed
both the breeze and the view.
Cant we sit over there2" she said.
"Ill see"
his beck. When Clay asked Cor the
table, the answer was curt:
Sorry, sir; 1t is reserved"
Clay felt insulted. He whipped out
his pocketbook and rebuked the tyrant
with bill. He thought 1t was n one,
dollar bill, but he saw "V" on 10 tust
as the swift and subtle head walter
absorbed 1t without seeming to. To
ask for 1t back or for change was one
of the most impossible things In the
world.
Clay made 1t as easy for his new
slave as he could.
II don't think you understood which
table meant he said, pointing to the
one he had indicated before. THAT
one"
"Oh, that one!" said the head wait.
er. Certainly, SIR"
He led the way, beckoning walters
and omnlbuses and swapping his fin.
gers.
Clay ordered a supper as chastely
perfect as II sonnet. 1t showed TINT he
had both native ability and education
in the art of ordering a meal. He I'm.
pressed even the head waiter. and that
is n triumph. That was Clay's pur-
pose. Also he wanted TO presery, his
self-respect and the walters after don
in the face of the supper that was be-
Ing ordered at the next table. That
was well ordered, too, but II wes not
a sonnet: 1t was rhapsody. II vas
ordered by man whose gusoss ,ad
not yet arrived. When Clay had lie
patched his waiter he Whispered to
Daphne:
''See that fellow. That's Thomas
Varict duane. one of the W lest
known bachelors In New York. BE WA
crazy about Leila"
"Srt Bayard's Leilai"
"Ycs. That's really why Ba yard got
married so quick. He was afInid Tom
Duane would steal her. Nice enough
fellow, but too much money!"
Daphne looked at the big man. and
caught him looking at her with a IA
vorable appraisal. She stared him
down with cold self-possession of
the American girl who will neither
fiirt nor finch. Duane yielded and
turned his eyes to Clay, recognized
him. and nodded.
Hello. Wimburn! H'ah ya?"
Feeling fairly snappy," said Clay.
Duane showed a willingness to come
over and be presented, but Clay kept
him off with look like a pair of push
Ing hands.
Duane loitered about waiting for
his guests. He looked lonely. Daphne