The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1919-02-15

took Immediate flight. She found the
Chivvises in n state OF tension Mr..
Chivvis was not usually home before
half-past six. Daphne felt an omen in
the way they looked at her when they
acknowledged her entrance.
She went to her room in state of
foreboding misery She had not paid
her board for several weeks. She had
not mentioned the fact to Mrs. Chlvvis
nor Mrs. Chivvis to her, though the
nonpayment of a board bill is one of
the self-evident truths that landladies
usually discuss with freedom.
A few minutes later Mrs. Chivvis
tapped on the door, her thimble max
ing sharp clack. She brought her
sewing with her and sewed as she
said: "May 1 sit down a moment7
Thank you" She kept her eyes on the
seam while she talked.
swell, Miss Kip, the war has reach
ed us also at last. My husband lost
his position today"
"Yes? Oh, how horrible" Daphne
gasped, with double sincerity.
1.-THE office was closed Unexpectedly
by an involuntary petition in bankrupt
cy. His salary was not paid last week
nor this, and-well--we don't want
to inconvenience you, but"
81 understand" said Daphne. 'Tn
give you what can"
She took her poor little wealth from
' her handbag She had paid ten of the
fifty to the photographer as a deposit.
She gave Mrs. Chlvvis twenty-five dol
lars, and promised her more.
Mrs. Chlvvls was very grateful and
went down the hall, smiling little
over her seam.
Clay called that evening. He was
exhausted with day of tramping the
town, looking for work. He was too
weary to talk and he fell asleep twice
during one of Mr.. Chivvis' common
taries on the probable effects of the
imminent capture of Paris by the ir-
resistible Germans. The French gov
eminent had already moved to Bor-
deaux and But Clay had read 1t all
in dozen different newspapers, and
he passed away.
Daphne was restless. Mr.. Chivvis
was on her nerves. Clay was not
pretty, asleep, sitting with his jaw
dropped and his hands hanging down,
palms forward, like an apes. She was
enjoying another of the woes Of mar
rage without its privileges.
The Chivvises began to yawn, and
Mrs. Chivvis finally babe the startled
Clay "Good evening"" She had been
brought up to believe that 1t was In
delicate for a woman to bid man
Goodnight"
Clay, left alone with Daphne, at
tempted drowsy caress, but she felt
insulted and she snapped at him:
''If you're only walking In your sleep
you'd better walk yourself out of here
and go to bed"
His apology was incoherent and she
was Indignantly curt with him at the
door. She went to her room and sat
at the window, staring down at the
dark swarm of watchers before the
bulletin boards.
She had told her brother that she
did not have to starve or sin. because
she had a father, a brother, lover
to protect her from want. And now
her father and her brother and her
lover were all in dire predicament.
staggering blindly In fog of debt.
Suppose her fathers train ran Off
the track or into another train. A
spread rail, block signal overlooked.
q switch left unlocked, might bring
doom upon his train as on so many
others. She shivered at the horror Of
her fathers loss. She shivered again
at the thought Of what 1t would mean
to her.
Suppose the Chivvises turned her
out. Why should they feed her for
nothing when their own future was
endangered?
What could Bayard do for her? or
Clay? There was Mr.. Duane. of
course; but she could not take his
money without paying him. And In
what coin could she pay him? She
trembled, and the breeze turned gla-
cial.
The next morning was another day
of the same shoddy pattern. She rose
unrefreshed with only her fears re-
newed. She borrowed the Chivvises
newspaper and, skipping the horrid
advertisements of foreign barbarity
and American dismay, turned to the
last pages. The "sltuations Wanted"
columns were eloquently numerous
and the "Help Wanted-Female" col
umns were few; still, she made a list
of such places as there were. She
wrote letters to all sorts Of people
who gave newspaper letter-box ad.
dresses, and she went out to call on
all sorts of people who gave their
street numbers.
The letters she wrote were not an,
swered at all. She lost her postage as
she had lost her car fares. II seemed
as II the end OF the world. or at least