The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1919-01-23
By
RUPERT

"Have q good time, honey, and II
you see anything you absolutely got
to have, just you get it. And If the
money you got isn't enough, why, I'll
get more somehow. You can usually
depend on your old dad to do his
best"
He felt repaid when his beautiful
child cried, 81 know I can! you angel !"
and reached high and drew his head
down like a faithful camel's. He never
told her that she was squeezing his
eyeglasses into his nose. He managed
not to sneeze at the exquisite agony
Of her curls tickling his nostrils, and
she Toasted his hungry a with eager
gratitude.
Daphne slept little that night in her
Pullman pigeonhole; she was too busy
with her thoughts, and the wheels
made a banjo Of the rails. But she
was glad of her insomnia. Even better
than sleeping well is staying awake
well. ,@5
The train vas on time and rolled
Enthusiastically into the Grand Cen
trail station. Clay Wimburn vas there
by special dispensation from the Office,
and he had had the forethought to Sc
cure a permit to come down to the
platform. He told the station master
that he had a crippled aunt to meet.
He did not tell Mrs. Kip that. He let
her believe that all doors opened to
him. a -
Daphne had not finished pointing
out her hand luggage to the redcap
when Clay's arms were about her. She
turned to draw her trusty "Sir! !" but
%smothered it on her lips. he charged
her mother next, and kissed her we'll
saying:
"That's not for Bayard; that's fol
me. How r you, mamma !"
Mrs. Kip blushed and squealed az
she had squealed long ago when hel
first lover stole the first kiss.
After making arrangements abou'
the baggage with magnificence ant
tipping the porter like a freshly baket
millionaire, Clay taxicabbed them t.
MI. and Mrs. Bayard's apartment
house, a towering habitable chime!
on Fifty-ninth street, overlooking Cen
trail park and Columbus circle.
The convenience and ingenuity O
the apartment enchanted Daphne. I
seemed impossible that all this luxury
this zone of wealth, could be secured
in SO small a space, on part of on,
floor, the twelfth of q building. Every
thing came up In baskets by pulley
people, food, everything; it was like ,
monastery in the mountains-witl
some differences.
She was grateful beyond words tt
the young man who embraced her AMI
stared over her shoulder-over he
left shoulder-at the tiny commerce
Of the streets. and the toy park. Sh'
said to him: ~ a..
"Oh, Clay, this is heavenl What d.
you say to III having an apartment
just like this? Let's!"
She felt in the arm about her a sud
den slackening. The chin on her shoul
der seemed to weigh heavier.
"Er-it-would be NICE" said Clay
She turned out Of his embrace an,
looked at him. Nm
He explained: "Do you know hov
much Bayard pays for these sever
rooms and two baths" .
mo"
well, I've been looking about TO,
q little nest for us, and / priced on
like this. They charge twenty-five
hundred dollars a year!"
She asked, shyly. "And that's mor'
than we can afford" She had no ide.
what salaries were paid to fair.
princes In this city of fabulous
wealths. She, had merely a glamorou'
Impression that her lover was Their
to get what she wanted.
"Well, we could afford It, all right
he laughed, meekly, 'if we could ca
the view and wear the altitude. Blu
we've never talked about money
honey, have we? / suppose we ough
to. ! don't Want to give You any falls
Impressions. Shall we talk about !
nowf
mol please"
Daphne sat suddenly. She felt as
stranger to tall buildings feels whe,
an express elevator starts downward
She had rejoiced to think that sh'
was escaping from her fathers nag
ging sdoliarocracy to q region OF Low,
land light. She sorrowed q moment
then she gazed at her lover and saw
how anxious he was. Her love cam,
back % her. The express elevator wa,
shooting upward now.
what doesi It matter where we live
so long i we have each othert r
you're 4 little saint he said q
he took her ii q very secular embrace