The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1919-03-05
CHAPTER v-contlnvsd.

CHAPTER v-contlnued.
'.This IL too beautiful to 60 through
80 fast" Daphne cried. "It's wonder
full. We ought to walk. Promise me
we can walk home. It's such gor-
geous night" !
you're crazy. darling" he said.
"I've got to get to my Office tomorrow,
and you've got to get home for break
fast"
IAN right for you," she pouted. But
1t was none too serious tragedy, and
her spirits revived when the taxicab
turnedfh through the shrubs about-the
old inn that had once been the home
Of Napoleon's brother and had heard
the laughter Of Theodosia Burr and Of
Betty Jumel in their primes.
Daphne did not like the table the
head walter led them to. It missed
both the breeze and the view. T..
'Can't we sit. over there7" she said.
"I'll see." l.
The head waiter came reluctantly to
his beck. When Clay asked for the
"Sorry, sir: 1t is reserved"
Clay felt insulted. He whipped out
his pocketbook and rebuked the tyrant
with a bill. He thought it was a onet
dollar bill, but he saw Nv" on 1t just
as the swift and subtle head waiter
absorbed 1t without seeming to. To
ask for 1t back or for change was one
Of the most impossible things in the
world. @ D.
Clay made it AZ easy for his new
slave az he could.
u don't think you understood which
table meant" he said, pointing to the
one h6 had indicated before. '.That
sne."
"Oh. that onsl" said the head wait
or. Certainly, sir"
He led the way, beckoning walters
and omnibuses and swapping his I'm
gers.
Clay ordered a supper as chastely
perfect as sonnet. It showed that he
had both native ability and education
In the art Of ordering meal. He Inn
pressed even the head waiter, and that
Is a triumph. That was Clay's pur-
pose. Also he wanted to preserve his
self-respect and the walters attention
IN the face Of the supper that was be.
ing ordered at the next table. That
was well ordered. too. but 1t was not
a sonnet: It was a rhapsody. It was
ordered by man whose guests had
not yet arrived. When Clay had dis
patched his waiter he whispered to
Dnphne:
"See that fellow. That's Thomas
varick Duane, one Of the wellest
rnown bachelors In New York. He wal
crazy about Leila"
"Not Bayard's Leila"
Eyes. That's really why Bayard go'
married so quick. He was afraid Ton
Duane would steal her. Nice enough
fellow, but too much money"
Daphne looked at the big man. ani
caught him looking at her with a IA
vorable appraisal. She stared hin
down with a cold self-possession O.
the American girl who will neithe
Airt nor finch. Duane yielded an,
turned his eyes to Clay. recognized
him. and nodded.
Hello, Wimburnl H'ah ya7"
-Feeling fairly snappy." said Clay.
Duane showed q willingness to com
over and be presented. but Clay KEEP
him OF with look like pair Of push
Ing hands.
Duane loitered about. waiting 70
his guests. He looked lonely. Daphn
felt mixture Of charity and snObber
IN her heart. She whispered to Clay
"Invite the poor fellow over here til
his guests come. I'm dying to be abb
to tell the people at home that I me
the great Duane"
Again Clay shook his head.
"And that you introduced him t
me-"
Clay nodded. He beck0ned Duan
ever with hardly more than a motto
Of the eyebrows. Duane came with
catering eagerness. He put his han
cut to Clay; and Clay, rising. mad
the presentation.
you're not related TO Bayard XII
Thope." Duane said. with an amiab
frown.
Hes my brother. Whyf"
II owe him O. big grudge," sal
Duane. HE stole his wife from m
just as l was falling madly In 10,
with her. Beautiful girl, your new 81
ter"
1--WE never seen her." said Daphne
Beautiful grill" he sighed. "Mut
too govd for your brother, infnite
beyond me. Why don't you both mo,
over to my table? Miss Kemble is
be there with her manager. Nigh,
clever girl Miss Kemble. Have yo
seen her new playy