The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1919-01-31
CHAPTER v-contlnued.

CHAPTER Continued.
B
'This is too beautiful to go through
so fast" Daphne cried. tits wonder
full. We ought to walk. Promise me
we can walk home. It's such gor-
geous night"
'You're crazy, darling" he said.
I've got to get to my Office tomorrow,
and you've got to get home for break
fast"
"All right for you" she pouted. But
it was none too serious tragedy, and
her spirits revived when the taxicab
turned in through the shrubs about the
old inn that had once been the home
of Napoleon's brother and had heard
the laughter of Theodosia Burr and of
Betty Jumel in their primes.
Daphne did not like the table the
head waiter led them to. 1t missed
both the breeze and the view.
"Can't we sit over there?" she said.
It'll see.'
The head waiter came reluctantly to
his beck. When Clay asked for the
table, the answer was curt:
"Sorry, sir; it is reserved"
Clay felt insulted. He whipped out
his pocketbook and rebuked the tyranf
with bill. He thought it was one
dollar bill, but he saw a ''V" on it just
as the swift and subtle head waiter
absorbed it without seeming to. To
ask for it back or for change was one
of the most impossible things in the
world.
Clay made it as easy for his new
slave as he could.
II don't think you understood which
table meant" he said, pointing to the
one he had indicated before. 'That
one"
''Oh, that one!" said the head wait
er. Certainly, sir"
He led the way, reckoning walters
and omnibuses and swapping his fin
gers.
Clay ordered supper as chastely
perfect as sonnet. 1t showed that he
had both native ability and education
in the art of ordering meal. He i'm
pressed even the head waiter, and that
is triumph. That was Clay's pur-
pose. Also he wanted to preserve his
self-respect and the walters attention
in the face of the supper that was be-
ing ordered at the next table. That
was well ordered, too, but it was not
a sonnet: it was rhapsody. 1t was
ordered by man whose guests had
not yet arrived. When Clay had dis
patched his waiter he whispered to
Daphne:
"See that fellow. That's Thomas
Varick Duane, one of the wellest-
known bachelors in New York. He was
crazy about Leila"
'Not Bayards Leila!"
Eyes. That's really why Bayard got
married so quick. He was afraid Tom
Duane would steal her. Nice enough
fellow, but too much money!"
Daphne looked at the big man, and
caught him looking at her with a ia
vorable appraisal. She stared him
down with a cold self-possession of
the American girl who will neither
flirt nor finch. Duane yielded and
turned his eyes to Clay, recognized
him, and nodded.
"Hello, Wimburn! H'ah ya?"
Feeling fairly snappy," said Clay.
Duane showed willingness to come
over and be presented. but Clay kept
him off with look like pair of push
ing hands.
Duane loitered about, waiting for
his guests. He looked lonely. Daphne
felt mixture of charity and snobbery
in her heart. She whispered to Clay:
Invite the poor fellow over here till
his guests come. I'm dying to be able
to tell the people at home that met
the great Duane"
Again Clay shook his head.
"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,
/ hope" Duane said, with an amiable
frown.
Hes my brother. Why?"
Il owe him big grudge," said
Duane. HE stole his wife from me,
just as I was falling madIy in love
with her. Beautiful girl, your new sis
ter"
"I've never seen her." said Daphne.
Beautiful girl" he sighed. 'sMuch
too good for your Brother, infinitely
beyond me. Why don't you both move
over to my table? Miss Kemble is to
be there with her manager. Mighty
clever girl-Miss Kemble. Have you
seen her new playa"