The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-03-20
CHAPTER V-continued.

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"Tbis is too beautiful to go through
an fast" Daphne cried. cts wonder
fuI. We ought to walk. Promise me
we can walk home. It's such q gor.
geous night"
you're crazy, darling" he said
ave got to get to my Office tomorrow,
and you've got to get home for break
fast"
"All right for you," she pouted. But
Il was none too serious a 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
sA laughter of Theodosia Burr and of
Betty Jumel in their primes.
Daphne did not like the table the
head waiter led them to. It 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 the
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 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.
81 don't think you understood which
table 1 meant" he said, pointing to the
one he had indicated before. ''That
one"
"Oh, that oney' said the head wait
er. Certainly, sir"
He led the way, reckoning walters
and omnibuses and swapping his fin
gers.
Clay ordered a supper as chastely
perfect as a 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
sonnet: it 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 Bayard's 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 a IA
vorable appraisal. She stared him
down with a cold self-possession OF
the American girl who will neither
dirt nor finch. Duane yielded and
turned his eyes to Clay, recognized
aim, and nodded. ..
Hello, Wimburn! H'ah yaY
Feeling fairly snappy," said Clay.
Duane showed a willingness to come
over and be presented, but Clay kept
MIN Off with look like pair of push
Ing hands.
Duane loitered about, waiting fol
MS guests. He looked lonely. Daphne
Ielt mixture of charity and snObbery
III her heart. She whispered to Clay
Invite the poor fellow over here till
nls guests come. I'm dying to be able
10 tell the people at home that met
Tue great Duane"
Again Clay shook his head.
And that you introduced him tc
me-"
Clay nodded. He beckoned Duane
over with hardly more than a motion
vi the eyebrows. Duane came with
"attsring eagerness. He put his hanc
Uut to Clay; and Clay, rising, made
ue Presentation.
YOU'RE not related to Bayard Kip
nope" Duane said, with an amiable
frown.
des my brother. Why?"
owe him a big grudge," sale
DUahe. He stole his wife from me
u.s. as L was falling madly in love
WIN WIN her. Beautiful girl, your new sis
I've never seen her. said Daphne.
- beautiful girl! !" he sighed. ''Muct
h Yo good for your Brother, infinitely
Sohd me. Why don't you both move
Ever 70 my table? Miss Kemble is tt
c' 'nere with her manager. Mighty
so glrl-N1iss Kemble. Have yOt
SeeR her now nlovY,