The Connecticut labor press. (New Haven, Conn.) 191?-1921, 1919-04-26

ing proportions. and the bundle VI 14tn
for future settlement grew and grew.
Mrs Chivvis made a Est of their
debts and tried to show it to Daphne,
but she stopped her eyes and ears and
forbade any discussion that would
quench her spirit
In the swirl of her tasks Daphne
almost forgot Clay Wimburn. She
was too busy to care much. She had
no time to mourn. Clay was only one
among q myriad regrets, and his at
fairs could wait. Her business needs
could not.
Clay did not come near her. He
spent lot of money trying to get her
off his mind. He got a good deal or
his conscience, but not Daphne off his
mind. He longed for her especially,
| too, because there came a sudden dis
aster to his schemes. He was not so
rich as he had been. Indeed, he could
not be sure that he was rich at all.
Any day might smother him with
bankruptcy. This fear kept him from
Daphne, too.
The bouncing munition stocks that
were known as "war babies" had abb
ruptly fallen into a decline. The sub
marine that torpedoed the Lusftania
shattered Wall streets joy, threw the
dread of war into the United States,
and set every one to questioning the
problem OF revenge and it's cost. - "a
The slump in the market came at
the most unfortunate moment for Bay
ard and Clay. ANY moment of slump,
indeed, would have come most untime-
~ for their ventures.
kip and Chivvis' were making a
picnic ground of the shop. Behind the
soap-vefled windows they laughed and
debated on arrangements and price
tags and show cards. J.
Mr.. Chivvis, still out of a job, acted
as maid of all work and stevedore,
and grew so useful that they had to
put him out. And at last the moment
arrived when they declared the shop
open, raised the curtain as Daphne
said. - IL
She waited with stage-fright she
had not felt in Reben's theater. There
was no lack of temperament in her
manner now. But there was no audi
enee, either. -h=-.ef &c., .s n
At night Kip and Chivvis locked
their doors and went home, dfscour-
aged beyond words and dismally
weary in the legs, also in the smile
muscles which had been kept at an ex-
pectant tension all day long.
Occasional purchases were made,
tried to learn what interested people
and what did not. They realized that
they had far too much of certain
things and far too little of others.
They attempted to sell the deadwood
by marking it down; but it would not
move.
What do the women care for
prices?" Daphne rallied. "They are
spending some mans money, anyway.
They pretend that It's to please him,
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
self into startled little chair like a
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
ogress clutched it from her, holding it
up to her nose as if to sniff it, but
really to see it.
'That's' it! That's what I've been
looking for % she wheezed. "Have you
got much of this sort of thing?'
ooh yes" -4-.: &c.
"Agh. that's good My daughter is
marrying in some haste-a young i'm
beetle who's going over to France to
run an ambulance. I'm Mrs. Ron1ily.'
Mrs. Chivvis waited 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
lily from childhood and now had been
visited by the patron saint, whom she
had recognized at once, Of course.
"Oh yes, of course
Mrs. Romilly was coughing on !:
''Tye been to several shops, and I was
almost in despair until 1 saw your
sign. If you could do a few things in
rather hurry fancy I could give
you large-ish order. And IL the
things were at all successful, I could
! throw quite little trade your way.
. You're rather new, aren't you?'
Daphne assented that the firm was
quite new. She brought forward an
order pad and stood at attention.
Mrs. Romilly had trousseaued q
large family of children and several
poor relations. She knew what she
wanted and what she ought to pay for
it and when it should be done. Daphne
took down her orders as If the little
room were the mere vestibule to an
enormous sweatshop where hundreds
of sempsters would seize the job and
complete it in q jiffy.
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