Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-04-11

Inc car was an ar1SCOcraC; IL uOAI-
ed from the curb with swanlike
sweep.
Daphne thought Of Clay and herself
plodding homeward. She seemed to
see them or their wraiths staggering
disconsolately along. She felt very
sorry for them. Here was chance to
save one Of them-bOth of them, in
fact; for in taking her financial bur-
den from Clay's shoulders she would
be twice strengthening him. If she
were to accept Duane as her husband
then her problems would be solved
and Clay would be free of her.
To be Mrs. Tom Duane; to step into
the society of society to lift her father
and mother from a position Of meek
ness in Cleveland to post Of distinc-
ton In New York; to solve at once all
the hateful, loathsome, belittling rid
dies Of money to be the bejeweled and
feted and idolized wife and mistress of
this young American grand duke; to
buy that impossible trousseau, or bet
ter; to live in a New York palace in
stead Of fiat; to go about in her own
limousine instead of an occasional tax
icab; to be fortunes darling instead
of member of the working classes,
struggling along with bent neck under
a yoke beside discouraged laboring
man!
When the car reached her building
she was resolved to see Duane no
more. She could not tell him so. After
all, he had been everything that was
courtesy and charity. It would hardly
have been polite to treat him with abb
solute indifference. Duane got down
and helped her out and took her to
the door, which was lvcKed at this late
hour. While they waited for the door
man to answer the bell she was pay
ing him his wages:
'You are wonderfully kind. l had a
gorgeous evening. You saved my life.''
She had said more than she intend
ed-if not more than he had earned.
''Then may call soon2"
"Of course"
Tomorrow"
"I-well, I'll let you know"
Fine! Telephone me at I'll
write it out for you. I'm not often at
the club where you found me, and my
number isn't in the book" He wrote
on his card his telephone address and
gave it to her as the doorman APP
peared.
He murmured, "Don't forget She
murmured, 81 WON'T" Both said
"Good night" Then the doorman gath
cred her in and hoisted her to her
1owly eyre. It was very different
from where she would have gone as
Mrs. Duane.
But when she was in her room she
tore his card to pieces after she had
looked at it. She stared at her image
in the mirror. She hated what she saw
there.
She vowed to break her promise to
Tom Duane. She vowed to forget his
telephone number. But it danced
about in the dark long after she had
closed her eyes.
The next morning she oversight even
beyond the extra hour the Chivvises
permitted themselves and the stranger
within their gates on Sundays.
When Daphne appeared at break
fast, trying not to yawn, Mrs. Chiv-
Wis greeted her with voice as cold
and dry as the toast, and as brittle:
'sYou were rather late getting in
last night-or this morning, rather"
Daphne's answer was not an expla-
nation, but it was better:
ooh, know it, Mrs. Chivvis, but 1
lost my position last night. Yes! I
played the principal part and killed it,
and now I'm not going on the stage any
more"
Mrs. Chivvis was touched. ssYou
poor child 1t really is-just too bad r.
She pondered, then she frightened /:
''Tm sorry you're disappointed, but I'm
glad you're not to be in the tfRater.
1t must be very wicked"
sIt's mighty difficult" said Daphne.
Mrs. Chivvis thought a moment
more, then she said:
did I tell your No, I don't be-
Il6VG uQ- yOu were dWdy-UuC MI.
Chivvis gets his vacation next week.
He's got to take it when his turn
comes. The man who was going now
couldn't be spared, so we have to leave
Tuesday. I'm going, of course, so /
can't give you your meals. You can
get your breakfasts in the kitchenette.
OF course I'll allow off whatever is
right"
"Oh," Daphne said. "I'll be all right.
I guess"
Daphne had not realized how much
she depended on Mrs. Chivvis till now.
She was to be left alone at the very
time when she was most in need Of
society. The whole world was forsak-
ing her.
CHAPTER XIII.