The Connecticut labor press., 1919-04-05

I SUCCESS III was SO complete that she rather regretted it.
 When she reached the apartment she found Leila almost prostrated from the effects of her altruism and from the ! fact that Bayard was in one of his | tantrums.
 A special delivery letter had just come from Dutilh's shop. It said that Mr. Dutilh was arriving from Paris | with his winter models, and since he ! would have to pay a large sum at the l customs house it was regrettably nee essary to beg MT. Kip to send by re- turn mail check for the inclosed bill, 1 which was long past due.
 And now the briefly adjourned laws ] of finance were reassembled. Leila's short reign was over; her extravagance had again found her out and demanded punishment. The gown she had bought, and was asked to pay for, had been worn shabby. danced to shreds in Newport. But the bill was as bright l as ever. . C. Bayard was so Jagged with his weeks of Encouragement that he was as irascible as a veteran of the gout whose toe has been stepped on. when Daphne walked in he was denouncing Leila in excellent form. He used Daphne as a further club. a. t-.
 My poor sister sent back the gown she bought But you--you bought moreE' Daphne realized how much this took immediate flight. She found the Chivvises in state of tension. Mir Chivvis was not usually home before half-past six. Daphne felt an omen in l the way they looked at her when they acknowledged her entrance. k+ She went to her room in a state of foreboding misery She had not paid her board for several weeks. She had not mentioned the fact to Mrs. Chivvis, nor Mrs.: Chiyvis to her, though the nonpayment of a board bill is one of the seIf-evident truths that landladIes usually discuss with freedom. -.,s5 A few minutes later Mrs. Chfvvis tapped on the door, her thimble mak- ing sharp clack. She. brought her sewing with her and sewed as she said: May I sit down moment? Thank you" She kept her eyes on the seam while she talked.
 Well, Miss Kip, the war has reach his position today"
 ''Yes? Oh. how forrib1e!' Daphne gasped, with double sincerity.
 ''The office was closed unexpectedly by an involuntary petition in bankrupt cy. His salary was not paid last week nor this, and-we1l--we don't want to inconvenience you, but"
 T understand" said Daphne. 'Tll give you what can." fsff@a '73
 She took her poor little wealth from her handbag. She had paid ten of the fifty to the photographer as deposit. She gave Mrs. Chivvis twenty-five dol lars, and promised her more.
 Mrs. Chiyvis was very grateful and went down the hall, smiling little over her seam. a 539 1
 Clay called that evening. He was exhausted with day of tramping the town, looking for work. He was too weary to talk and he fell asleep twice during one of MT. Chivvis' commen- taries on the probable effects of the imminent capture of Paris by the ir- resistible Germans. The French gov ernment had already moved to Bor- deaux and But Clay had read it all in a dozen different newspapers, and he passed away. ..s ss j.,s e :. Daphne was restless. Mfr. Chivvis was on her nerves. Clay was not pretty, asleep, sitting with his jaw dropped and his hands hanging down, palms forward, like an apes. She was enjoying another of the woes of mar riage without it's privileges
 The Chfvyises began to yawn, and Mrs. Chivvis finally bade the startled Clay Good evening"" She had been brought up to believe that it was in-- delicate for & woman to bid a man Goodnight" ss ~,[E. ., ,.-
 Clay. left alone with Daphne. at- tempted drowsy caress, but she felt insulted and she snapped at him: ,t
 ''f you're only walking in your sleep you'd better walk yourself out of here and go to bed" @e~
 His apology was incoherent and she was indignantly curt with him at the door. She went to her room and sat at. the window. staring down at the dark swarm of watchers before the bulletin boards. ~,.-'.,
 She had told her brother that she did not have to starve or sin, because she had a father, a brother, lover to protect her from want. And now her father and her brother and her lover were all in. dire predicament. staggering blindly in fog of debt. r
 Suppose her fathers train ran off the track or into another train. A spread rail, a block signal overlooked, q switch left unlocked. might bring doom upon his train as on so many others. She shivefed at the horror of her fathers loss. She shivered again at the thought of what it would mean to her.
 Suppose the Chivvises turned her out. Why should they feed her for nothing when their own future was endangered?
 What could Bayard do for her? or Clay? There was Mir. Duane, of course; but she could not take his money without paying him. And in what coin could she pay him? She trembIed, and the breeze turned gla- cial.
 The next morning was another dsv