Polk County news. [volume] (Benton, Tenn.) 191?-1983, 1919-01-30
CHAPTER V-continued.


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''This is too beautiful to go through
so fast" Daphne cried. 'It'S wonder
full. We ought to walk. Promise m,
we can walk home. It's such a 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"
"Ail right for you" she pouted. Blu
1t was none too serious a tragedy, an(
her spirits revived when the taXicat
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
''Tll see."
The head waiter came reluctantly to
his beck. When Clay asked for the
table, the answer was curt:
OOrry, SIT IL is reSerNeu.
Clay felt insulted. He whipped out
his pocketbOok and rebuked the tyrant
with bill. He thought it was one
dollar bill, but he saw "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.
Il don't think you understood which
table meant" he said, pointing to the
one he had indicated before. '"That
one"
ooh, that one!" said the head wait
err. 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 a meal. He i'm
pressed even the head waiter, and that
is a 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 we'll ordered, too, but it was not
a sonnet: 1t was rhapsody. 1t was
ordered by a man whose guests had
not vet 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"
mot 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 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 I
me-"
Clay nodded. He beckoned Duane t
over with hardly more than motion
Of the eyebrows. Duane came with {
eagerness. He put his hand
out to Clay; and Clay, rising, made a
the presentation. L
you're not related to Bayard Kip,
hope" Duane said, with an amiable
Prown.
Hes my brother. Why?"
II owe him big grudge," said q
Duane. "He stole his wife from me, o
lust as l was falling madly In love e
With her. Beautiful girl, your new SIS a
err" II
"Tve never seen her." said Daphne. h
Beautiful girl!' he sighed. "Much Il
90 good for your Brother, infinitely
'eyond me. Why don't you both move W
'ver TO my table? Miss Kembe is to Il
'e there with her manager Mighty +,
lever glrl-Miss Kembe. Have you e
cen her new play?"