Jackson County journal., 1919-02-28
CHAPTER V-Continued.

This Is too beautiful to go through
so fast" Daphne cried. "Its wonder
tul. We ought to walk. Promise me
we can walk home. It's such q gor-
geous night"
You're crazy, darling" he said.
"Tve got to get to my Office tomorrow,
and you've got to get home for break
fast"
"All right for you," she pouted. But
1t 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.
Cant we sit over there?" she said.
I'll see."
The head waiter came reluctantly to
his beck. When Clay asked for tie
table, the answer was curt:
Sorry, sir; it is reserved"
Clay felt insulted. He whipped out
his pocketbook and rebuked the tyrant
with a bill. He thought it was one
dollar bill, but he saw "V" on 1t just
as the swift and subtle head waiter
absorbed 1T 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
iable 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, beckoning walters
and omnibuses and swapping his fin
gers.
Clay ordered q supper as chastel.
perfect as sonnet. 1t showed that h
had both native ability and education
In the art of ordering q meal. He i'm
pressed even the head waiter, and tina
Is triumph. That was Clay's puI
pose. Also he wanted to preserve hi
self-reSpect and the walters attentiO
In the face of the supper that was bt
ing ordered at the next table. Tha
was well ordered, too, but it was nc
sonnet: Ii was rhapsody. 1t wa
ordered by a man whose guests ha
not yet arrived. When Clay had di
patched his waiter he whispered
Daphne:
"See that fellow. That's Thoms
Farick Duane, one of the welleS
known bachelors In New York. BE VIZ
crazy about Leila"
"Not Bayard's Leilap
"Yes. That's really why Bayard g
married SO quick. He was afraid To
Duane would steal her. Nice enOut
fellow, but too much money!"
Daphne looked at the big man, al
caught him looking at her with
vorable appraisal. She stared hi
down with a cold self-possession
the American girl who will Meth
hlrt nor finch. Duane yielded a
turned his eyes to Clay, recogniz
him, and nodded.
Hello, Wimburn! H'ah ya?"
Feeling fairly snappy," said Clay
Duane showed willingness to col
over and be presented, but Clay ke
him off with look like pair of pu!
Ing hands.
Duane loitered about, waiting
his guests. He looked lonely. Daph
felt mixture Of charity and snObbt
ln her heart. She whispered to Clf
Invite the poor fellow over here
his guests come. I'm dying to be a
to tell the people at home that l
the great Duane"
Again Clay shook his head.
"And that. you introduced him
me-"
Clay nodded. He beckOned Du
over with hardly more than mot
Of the eyebrows. Duane came wit
hattering eagerness. He put his HI
out to Clay; and Clay, rising, m
the presentation.
You're not related to Bayard
hope" Duane said, with an amif
frown.
He's my brother. Why?"
Il owe him big grudge," {
Duane. "He stole his wife from
just as l was falling madly in
with her. Beautiful girl, your new
ter"
I've never seen her." said Daph
Beautiful glrl!' he sighed. IN
100 good for your Brother, intinl
"eyond me. Why don't you both II
nver to my table? Miss Kemble |
he there with her manager. Mi,
lever glrl-MiSs Kemble. Have
'""n he~ new p,ay?'