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

AND that you introduced him to
me-"
Clay nodded. He beckoned Duane
over with hardly more than a motion
of the eyebrows. Duane came with a
fiattering eagerness. He put his hand
out to Clay; and Clay. rising. made
the presentation.
you're not related to Bayard Kip,
L hope" Duane said. with an amiable
frown.
He's my brother. Whyr
81 owe him big grudge," said
Duane. "He stole his wife from me,
just as l was falling madly I'm love
with her. Beautiful girl, your new sis
ter"
1--WE never seen her." said Daphne
Beautiful grill" he sighed. Much
too good for your brother, infinitely
beyond me. Why don't you both move
over to my table2 Miss Kemble is to
clever girl-Miss Kemble. Have you
Seen her new play?"
"We We're there tonight" said Daph-
ne. shes glorious ~
"Come on over and play In our yard,
then"
Daphne had never met famous
actress. She was wild to join the
group and To know Tom Duane better.
But Clay spoke with an icy finality.
THANKS, old man. We've already
ordered" He still stood, and he had
not invited Duane to sit down.
Tom Duane looked at Daphne and
smiled like II boy rebuked. "All right,
I'll go quietly. l know when I'm
kicked ont. But next time won't go
so easily. Good night"
He put his warm, friendly hand out
again to Daphne and to Clay, who
nodded him away with an appalling in
fOrmality, considering how great he
was.
Other people came In, some Of them
plainly sightseers, some of them per-
sonnges Of quality. Everybody seemed
happy, clandestine, romantic. This
was life as Daphne wanted to live 1t.
But ut length she yawned. Her little
hand could not conceal the contortion
of her features.
I'm gloriously tired. honey" she
confessed, with a lOvable intimacy.
Its the most beautiful supper l ever
had, but I'm sleepy"
He smiled with indulgent tenderness
and said to the walter, "Check ~
Daphne turned her eyes away de-
Gently as the slip of paper on II plate
was set at Cluy's elbow. But she
noted that he started violently as he
turned the bill over and met II face to
face. He studied 1t with the grim
heroism of one reading II death-war-
rant The amount staggered him. He
turned pale. He recovered enough to
say to the waiter, you've gwen me
the wrong check"
The waiter shook his head. "Oh,
noSsair !"
Clay studied 1t again. He called for
the bill OF fare, and studied that.
Daphne felt so ashamed that sine want
ed TO leap into the river. Abroad, II IL
believed that the man who does not
audit his restaurant bill Is either an
American tourist or some other kind
Of fool. But in Daphnes set IT was
considered the act of Ii miser. Clay
worked over his check as If it were a
trial balance.
"Ah, thought So" he growled. 1.-The
bill of fare says that this Montreal
melon Is seventy-tive cents a portion.
You've charged me three dollars for
two portions"
A look of plying contempt twisted
the walters smile.
'"The melon you ordered, sair, was
all out. l served you French melon
instead"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
81 deed not theenk 1t mettered to the
gentlamnn."
Clay shifted. He was not to be
quieted by such sop. He whipped
out his pocketboOk and laid down
every bill in 1t. He stretched his legs
and dropped on the plate every coin he
hnd. He withdrew dime and waved
the heap at the waiter.
Ii was evident, from the way the
waiter Snatched the plate from the
table, that Clay had not tipped him. In
fact, Clay said, This will be lesson
to you"
They slumped down the steps. The
starter said, Cab, sir2" and made to
whistle one up. Clay shook his head
and walked on toward the monument
of Grant. Daphne followed. They
went as humbly as couple OF paupers
evicted for the rent.
Daphne was afraid to speak. She
saw that Clay was sick with wrath,
md She did not know him we'll enough