The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-06-19

come? Or do you cut out the kiddies"
Daphne blushed, too. "Well, should
think that the business woman could
afford babies better tt an anybody else.
She has to give up the homework, any
way, even when she's q housekeeper.
I suppose she could give up her shop
for while. At least she could share
the expense-or her husband could
stand the bills since he escapes the
pain. I tell you, if ever had a daugh-
ter I'd make her learn her own trade
if she never learned s:,ything else. I'd
never raise her to the hideOus, indie
cent belief that the world owes her a
living and she's got right to squeeze
it out of the hearts blood of some
Woodworking man. No, Stree! 1t may
be Old-fashioned, but it isn't decent,
and it isn't even romantic. The love
of two free souls, with their own ca
reers and their own expenses, seems
to me about the best kind of love there
could be- Then both CT them can come
home evenings and their home will be
home-a fresh, swee meeting place."
Clay breathed hard. He was silenced,
but not convinced-b yond being con-
vinced- that Daphne lip was still the
one woman in the world for him, in
spite Of her cantaI kerous notions.
Still, Of course, WOl IAN had to have
some flaw or she won d not be human.
Daphne's foible was as harmless as
anyone's, perhaps. S., he blurted out:
II suppose you've given up all
thought of marrying lle?'
She answered him with pious ear
nestness: ''1've neve given up that
thought, Clay. I've been trying to
make myself worthy If the happiness
it would mean. ha' had the trous-
seau all made, and j,aid for, long
while. That's what ame to town for
originally-Our trousI eau. But when
I saw how much sacr fee it meant for
my poor old father al i what bundle
of bills I'd be dump ng on my poor
young lover I COULD t see the good
of it. So took my vO' that I wouldn't
get trousseau till could earn the
price of it myself. And now I've
earned the price and I've got it. But
I've lost my excuse r wearing it.
"Still, I'd probabl! have lost you,
anyway, or ruined yot if had brought
you my old ideas. b, erybOdy always
says that money is tt enemy Of love.
I wonder if it could It be made the
friend. It would be q interesting ex-
pertinent, anyway"
Daphne, honey, le' try the expert
ment."
She looked at him With heavenly
smile in her eyes, and answered,
| Lets"
He moved towart her, but she
lodged behind the counter. She
studied him n nome 1t, then reached
below the counter. "A bell rang and a
drawer slid out. She took some bills
from it, made u me noranGum on
slip of paper, and put that in The place
of the bills, closed he drawer, and
leaned across the cou I er, murmuring:
'"They say all succ 4ssfuI businesses
are begun on borrowe | money. So I'll
borrow this from the irm-for luck"
She put out her haI d. Clay put out
his. She laid three dc Oars ON his palm
and closed his ingers. IN them.
whats all thisT' b 2 a.lked, all mys-
titled. She explained:
"a plain gold bane cost.' about six
dollars, and that's 70 my Lalf of the
partnership. Women re wea ring their
wedding rings very Ii h: now adays."
ST should say so - lay grolned, but
with q smile.
She bent forward r he bent for
ward and their lips me- She was only
a saleswoman selling . custc mer part
Of heart for part OF hel t, but to
Clay the very counter vas tie golden
bar of heaven, and d hne he Bless
ed Damozel that lie ed on it and
made it warm.