The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1919-01-30

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starter said, "Cab. STRIP and made to
whistle one up. Clay shook his head
and walked on toward the monument
Of Grant. Daphne followed. They
went as humbly as q couple Of paupers
evicted for the rent.
Daphne was afraid to speak. She
saw that Clay was sick with. wrath,
and she did not know him well enough
to be sure how he would take her in
reference in his thoughts. She trudged
along In utter shame.
The worst Of her shame was that
she was so ashamed Of 1t. Why should
she care whether a waiter smiled or
frowned? But she did care, infinitely.
Daphne could not pump up any en-
thusiasm for the scenery. Her lover
took no advantage Of the serial OF
arbors and the embracing bowers. He
never kissed her, not once. A. .
Daphne ceased to be sorry for Clay
and felt sorry for her neglected self.
Then she grew angry at herself. Then
at him. ta.z
At length she said, with ominous
sweetness, "Are you going to walk all
the way, dear?"
"You said you wanted to. didn't
your" he mumbled, thickly.
THAT'S So" @
She trudged some distance farther
a few blocks 1t was; it seeaned miles.
Then she said, GLOW far is It home
altogether?"
"About three miles and a half"
us that all? The heroine Of an
English novel I've been reading used
to dash off five OF six miles before
breakfast" VI
Patriotism and pride helped her for
a quarter Of a mile more. Then she
resigned:
II guess I'm not an English heroine.
I don't believe she ever really did 1t.
I'll resign! I'll have to ask you to call
me a cab" - .n .
"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, land
take a street a or the subway"
And then he stopped and said, with
guilty brusquerie, slave you got your
pocketbook with your"
"No, I left 1t at home tonight. Why?"
"Daphne. I haven't got a 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 a row before you
about q few little dollars? Never! You
see, I didn't expect to go out to Clare
mont after the theater. The taxi cost
more than I expected, and then I gave
the head waiter five dollars instead Of
one. I ordered with carr so that it
would come out right. But that bust
ness about the melon finished me. I
just made it. I 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?''
cts no joke"
"Why, of course it is! You have
only to 60 to your bank tomorrow and
draw some more" RI
He did not answer this. He said
nothing at all. She had a 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 al q pang.
Lets 60 over there and get on q
street car, and, dare them Ito put rs
of" she suggested.
ITS a pay-as-you-enter car" he
groaned.
The world was Z different world
now. The drive that had been SO tre-
mendously lovely as she sped through
1t in a staxicab was a pathway In Mo
jave. She limped through the hideous.
hateful, objectionable length, and felt
that 1t was q 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 n 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 of 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 anne old trudge.
She had been leaning heavily on
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