The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1919-02-13
"I'd Give a Thousand Dollars for One
Photograph Of My Father"

of spending money, till she began sud
denly to cry. He had no answer to
that argument except yes. Then she !
began to laugh. They decided to stop |
at a photographers on the way to the |
five-thirty train.
Daphne ran out and cashed Reben's
check at the grocer's much to the re-
lief of Reben's bookkeeper, whose
books had been held up by the missing
check.
Daphne asked for the privilege of
taking her father to the train, and
Bayard was so busy figuring where to
put the cash he had on hand that he
| consented to stop at home.
They went first to the gallery OF O
/ photographer whose showcase had
displayed some strong and veracious
portraits of men. The photographers
| prices staggered Daphne and she pro-
tested, but he answered dolefully:
"Td give q thousand dollars for one
photograph of my father"
That settled 1t.
After the sitting Daphne and her
father proceeded to the station. She
stopped at the gate because she had
neither q ticket for the train nor a
platform pass from the station master,
She watched him dwindllng down
the long platform. He was mere
manlkin when he reached his place and
waved to her before he vanished
through the magic door Of the train.
She waved to him with her handker-
chief, and when he was gone she bur-
led her eyes In 1t. Her partings with
her father had marked epochs In her
life. She wondered what destiny would
do to her between now and the next
one. She felt forlorn, afraid for his
life on the train, afraid for her soul In
the perils before 1t, and so sorry for
him and for herself that she could not
help boo-hooing a little.
Destiny did not keep her waiting
for while she was strangling her sobs
as best she could she heard a voice
over her shoulder. 1t said:
"Aha, gel. at last I have you in me
power"
"Mr. Duanep she gasped, as SHE
|. turned to meet his smile with another
"And where have you been all this loni
whileT
"a lot you've cared" he growied
"Did you ever telephone me as yo'
> promised you would? Mol Were yo'
always out when / telephoned? Yes
Did you let me call on you? You di'
not When at last 1t penetrated m
thick hide that you were actually CIV
ing me hint that you didn't want m
l. round and that you had thrown m
Q overheard, neck and crop, / grew yer
g proud. refused to call on you again.
l. I'm awfully sorry" she said. an
her voice broke.
u Sorry" was dangerous word fo
q her at that moment, and her sobs WEI
3. beginning again, when he made VII
y orous effort to talk them down.
d The crowds In the station were tc
% well preoccupied with their own e
X rands to notice a girl crying, and
the gatemau farewell tears were
luxury.
Duane tried the best he could to he
rs her. He was saying: "And now su
20 pose I've got TO miss my train and n
golf and all that while take you hon
Ut In a taxi. You're far too pretty to
ls running around loose in a mob Ill
this"
ne She shook her head. "You mustT
miss your train, Mr.. Duane. or 20
~ golf. I'm used to going about alor
st and I've got to get useder to II. l
elf going home in the subway. Good
and thank YOU"
she put out her hand formally, a
Io he [ ,ok it. 1t was like a soft, 81
" warmed flower in his palm, and
Az a chung to II. It's warmth seemed