The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1919-02-25

I'D Give q thousand Dollars for On
Photograph of Ny Father"
Of spending money, till she began sud
denly to cry. He had no answer tc
that argument except yes. Then sh.
began to laugh. They decided to stoy
at a photographers on the way to the
Ave-thirty train.
Daphne ran out and cashed Reben's
check at the grocer's much to the re
lief Of Reben's bookkeeper, whos1
books had been held up BY the missin,
check.
Dsph-e asked for the privilege O,
taking her father to the train, an<
Bayard was % busy figuring where {,
pot the cash he had on hand that he
consented to stop at home.
They went FIRST to the gallery Of q
photographer whose showcase had
displayed some strong and veracious
portraits Of men. The photographers
prices staggered Daphne and she pro-
tested. but he answered dolefully:
I'D give a thousand dollars for one
photograph Of my father"
That settled II.
After the sitting Daphne and her
rather proceeded to the station. She
stopped at the gate because she had
neither ticket for the train nor q
platform pass from the station master.
She watched him dwindling down
the long platform. He was a mere
manikin when he reached his place and
waved to her before he vanished
through the magic door Of the train.
She waved To him with irer hunikeT-
chief, and when he was gone she bur-
led her eyes In 1t. Her partings with
her father had marked epochs In her
life. She wondered what destiny would
DO to her between now and the next
one. She felt forlorn. afraid for his
life on the train. afraid for her soul in
the perils before II. and 40 sorry for
him and for herself that she could not
help boo-hooing a little.
Destiny did not keep her waiting.
for while she was strangiing her sobs
"a best she could she heard voice
over her shoulder. 1t said:
AHA. gel. at last 1 have you I'm me
power"
Mr.. Duane!" she gasped, rs she,
turned to meet his smile with another.
AAnd where have you been all this long
while?"
"A lot you've cared.- he growled.
ADid you ever telephone me as you
promised you would7 No! Were you
always out when I telephoned1 Yesl
Did you let me call on your You did
not! When at last II penetrated my
thick hide that you were actually CIV
Ing me hint that you didn't want me
round and that you had thrown me
overheard. neck and crop, ! grew very
proud. refused to call on you again"
I'm awfully sorry" she said. and
her voice broke.
Sorry" was a dangerous word for
her at that moment. and her sobs were
beginning again, when he made a Wig
orous effort to talk them down.
The crowds In the station were too
well preoccupied with their own er-
rands to notice a girl crying, and to
luxury.
Duane tried the best he could to help
her. He was saying: "And now / sup
pose I've got to miss my train and my
golf and all that while take you homo
in taxi. You're far too pretty to be
running around loose In q mob like
this"
She shook her head. You mustn't
miss your train. Mr.. Duane. or your
golf. I'm used to going about alone,
and I've got to get useder to II. I'm
going home In the subway. GOod-by
and thank you"
She put out her hand formally, and
he took II. 1t was like a soft. sun
warmed flower In his palm, and he
clung to IT. It's warmth seemed to
reach through his blood to his heart
and to make n ache.
81 must go. You can't put me of
again - he said. 81 will take you
hOme!" He turned to call a redcap
standing In solemn patience beside two
travelling bags and bristling golf bag.
~Porter, take my things to the parcel
room and bring me the check"
mo" said Daphne, hastily. 81
mustn't! You mustn'ti Reallyi ]
mean 1t! Good-byv'
She walked away so rapidly that he
could not follow her without unseemly
haste. She heard him call, sharply:
Porter, never mind the parcel room
Come along to the train"
Her success In escaping him was sc
complete thut she. rather regretted IT.