Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1919-06-18
CHAPTER V--Continued.

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"This is too beautiful to 60 through
80 fast" Daphne cried. "It's wonder
full. We ought to walk. Promise me
we can walk home. It's such a gor-
geous night"
you're crazy, darling" he said.
1--WE got to get to my Office tomorrow,
and you've got to get home for break
fast"
"All right for you," she pouted. But
1t was none too serious 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
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.
"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 bill. He thought it was a 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 one" said the head wait
err. 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 well ordered, too, but it was not
sonnet: it was rhapsody. 1t was
ordered by a man whose guests had
not yet 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"
"Not Bayard's Leila"
"Yes. 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
firt 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 a willingness to come
sver and be presented, but Clay kept
him off with look like pair of push
Ing hands.
Duane loitered about, waiting fol
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 til
ais guests come. I'm dying to be able
70 tell the people at home that me
the great Duane"
Again Clay shook his head.
"And that you introduced him tt
he."
Clay nodded. He beckoned DUANE
over with hardly more than a motion
of the eyebrows. Duane came with :
fattering eagerness. He put his hant
out to Clay; and Clay, rising, mad'
the presentation.
"You're not related to Bayard Kip
hope" Duane said, with an amiabl
frown.
Hes my brother. Why?"
II owe him a big grudge," salt
Duane. HE stole his wife from me
Just as ] was falling madly In low,
with her. Beautiful girl, your new sis
ter"
1--WE never seen her." said Daphne.
Beautiful grill" he sighed. "Mucl
too good for your Brother, infnitel.
beyond me. Why don't you both NOV
over to my table? Miss Kembe is t,
be there with her manager. Might.
clever girl-Miss Kemble. Have yoI
been her new play"