Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-02-28

aTs that all7 The heroine Of an
English novel I've been reading used
to dash of Eve or six miles before
breakfast"
Patriotism and pride helped her for
a quarter Of mile more. Then she
resigned:
az guess I'm not an English heroine.
1 don't believe she ever really did it.
I'll resign! I'll have to ask you to call
me cab"
''Pretty hard to find an empty one
along here at this hour" he said, and
urged her on.
Lets go over that way to the In
habited part Of town." she said, sand
take street car or the subway"
And then he stopped and said, with
guilty brusquerie, 'Have you got your
pocketbook with you?
mo, left it at home tonight. Why?"'
Daphne, haven't got cent?"
"Why, Clay! you poor thing!"
That's why was so rough with the
waiter. If I'd had the money, do you
think I'd have made row before you
about few little dollars? Never You
see, didn't expect to go out to Glare
mont after the theater. The taxi cost
more than expected. and then I gave
the head waiter five dollars instead of
one. ordered with care so that 1t
would come out right. But that BUSH
ness about the melon finished me. I
just made It. / never was so ashamed
In my life. And I had to drag you into
1t, and now I'm numbering your poor
little feet
That's the funniest joke I ever
heard Why didn't you tell me before? r.
"Tt's no Joke"
ssWhy, Of course it is! You have
only to go to your bank tomorrow and
draw some more"
He did not answer this. He said
nothing at all. She had terrified feel
ing that his silence was full Of mean
ing, that his bank account would not
respond to his call. She could not ask
him to explain the situation. She was
afraid that he might.
She marched on doggedly, growing
more and more gloomy and decrepit.
Her little slippers with their stilted
heels pinched and wavered. and every
step was pang.
Lets go over there and get on a
street car, and dare them to put us
loft, !" she suggested.
''It's a pay-as-you-enter car" he
groaned
The world was different world
now. The drive that had been SO ire
mendously lovely as she sped through
| it in a taxicab was a pathway in Mo-
jave. She limped through the hideous,
hateful, objectionable length, and felt
that it was a symbol of the life ahead
of her. She had counted on escaping
from the money limits Of her home.
She was merely transferring herself
from one Jail to another.
| Her young lover had dazzled her
with his needless courtship, flown away
with her on motor wings, dipping to
earth now and then to sip refresh
ments at q high cost, and then SwOop-
| ing off with her again.
And now his wings had broken; his
gasoline was gone; his motor burnt
out; and the rest of the journey was
to be the same old trudge.
She had been leaning heavily on
Clay's arm. Now she put it away from
her in mixture of pity for him and
Of self-reproof. When he protested,
she said:
Il think I'll walk better alone for a
while"
So she hobbled and hobbled by her
self, he pleading to be allowed to help
her. But she kept him away.
And they crept on a little farther,
loving each other piteously.
In the course of time they reached
| the Soldiers and Sailors monument,
and Daphne sank down at the base of
| 1t.
81 can't go any farther" she said,
mot if / die of starvation" He sank
down at her SIDE The moon peered
| at them between the columns and the
celia Of the monument, and seemed
| to tilt its face to one side and smile.
A motorcar went by with the silence
of Looping panther. Another car pass
| ing it threw a calcium light on Tom
Duane and his guests and his chauf-
feur. How gorgeously they sped! If
Daphne had had bit of luck she
would be with them, soaring on the
| pinions of money, instead of hobbling
on without 1t.
Daphne took off her slippers and
fondled her poor abused feet as if they
were her children. But when she tried
to thrust them back into her slippers
for final desperate effort she almost
shrieked with the hurt.
ssTll have to go the rest of the way
in my stocking feet" she moaned.
'Not If have to carry you," Clay
growled.
Before he had chance to carry out
his resolution a taxicab that had de-
posted it's fares at an apartment house
above went bowling by with it's flag
up.
Clay ran out and howled at it till it
stopped, circled round, and drew up by
the bridle-path. Then he ran to Daphne
and bundled her into it, and gave her
address to the driver.
"But how are you going to pay him 2"
she sighed, blissfully, as they shot
along. "Not that care at ALL"
81 haven't figured that out" said
Clay. 'T'll drop you at home and then
take him to my club and see if can't
borrow from somebody there. If I