Polk County news. [volume] (Benton, Tenn.) 191?-1983, 1919-01-23
By
RUPERT HUGHES

| nave u BOOu time, money! ana
you see anything you absolutely go
to have, just you get it. And if tbs
money you got isn't enough, why, III
get more somehow. You can usually
depend on your old dad to do his
best"
He felt repaid when his beautiful
child cried, II know can you angel !
and reached high and drew his head
| down like faithful camel's. He never
told her that she was squeezing his
eyeglasses into his nose. He managed
not to sneeze at the exquisite agony
of her curls tickling his nOstrils, and
she Toasted his hungry ear with eager
gratitude.
Daphne slept little that night in her
Pullman pigeonhole; she was too busy
with her thoughts, and the wheels
made a banjo of the rails. But she
was glad of her insomnia. Even better
than sleeping well is staying awake
well.
The train was on time and rolled
Enthusiastically into the Grand Cen
trail station. Clay Wimburn was there
by special dispensatiOn from the office,
and he had had the forethought to Sc
cure a permit to come down to the
platform. He told the station master
that he had crippled aunt to meet.
He did not tell Mrs. Kip that. He let
her believe that all doors opened to
him.
Daphne had not finished pointing
out her hand luggage to the redcap
when Clay's arms were about her. She
turned to draw her trusty "Sir!" but
smothered it on her lips. He charged
her mother next, and kissed her well,
saying:
'"That's not for Bayard; that's for
me. How are you, mammal"
Mrs. Kip blushed and sQuealed as
she had squealed long ago when her
first lover stole the first kiss.
After making arrangements about
the baggage with magnificence and
tipping the porter like a freshly baked
Clay taxicabbed them to
Mr.. and Mrs. Bayard's apartment
house, a towering habitable chimney
on Fifty-ninth street, overlooking Cen
trail park and Columbus circle.
The convenience and ingenuity of
the apartment enchanted Daphne. 1t
seemed impossible that all this luxury,
this ozone of wealth, could be secured
In so small space, on part of one
floor, the twelfth of building. Every |
thing came up in baskets by pulley
people, food, everything; it was like a |
in the mountains-with |
some differences.
She was grateful beyond words to
he young man who embraced her and
stared over her shoulder-over her
eft shoulder-at the tiny commerce
If the streets and the toy park. She
aid to him:
"Oh, Clay, this is heaven! What do
'ou say to our having an apartment
ust like this? Let's"
She felt in the arm about her sud
len slackening. The chin on her Shout
Ter seemed to weigh heavier.
"Er-it-would be nice" said Clay.
She turned out of his embrace and
Ooked at him.
He explained: $40 you know how I
1uch Bayard pays for these seven t
ooms and two haths?" I
mo"
"Well, I've been looking about for !
little nest for us, and l priced one /
Ike this. They charge twenty-five c
undred dollars a year" /
She asked, shyly. "And that's more /
nan we can afford?" She had no idea q
hat salaries were paid to fairy
rinces in this city of fabulous h
ealths. She had merely glamorous C
IMPRESSION that her lover was there n
, get what she wanted. f.
"Well, we could afford it, all right"
e laughed, meekly, 'if we could eat f
lie view and wear the altitude. But a
eve never talked about money, s
oney, have we? l suppose we ought L
!. l don't want to give you any false n
lpressions. Shall we talk about it n
,wT r,
"No! pleasew II
Daphne sat suddenly. She felt as a c,
ranger to tall buildings feels when b,
express elevator starts downward.
She had rejoiced to think that she Il
rs escaping from her fathers nag d
ne dolarocracy to a region of love
d light. She sorrowed a moment,
en- she gaZed at her lover and saw m
w anxious he was. Her love came w
ok to her. The express elevator was on
ooting upward now. Of
'What does it matter where we live, or
long as we have each other?" nm
you're a little saint" he said as
took her in a very secular embrace. II
And then she began to laugh.
The whimsy struck her that she was II
e bird gaining its freedom from II