The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1919-03-28
CHAPTER v-contInued.

s.
"Thls is too beautiful to 60 through
so fast" Daphne cried. 'It's wonder
full. We ought to walk. Promise me
we can walk home. It's such gor-
geous night"
you're crazy, darling" he said.
"fve got to get to my Office tomorrow,
and you've got to get home for break
fast"
"All right for you," she pouted. But
It 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 Napsleon'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. It missed
both the breeze and the view.
Cant we sit over there?" she said.
"Tll see." N
The head waiter came reluctantly to
his beck. When Clay asked for the
table, the answer was curt:
"Sorry. sir; 1t is reserved"
Clay felt insulted. He whipped out
his pocketbook and rebuked the tyrant
with bill. He thought 1t was a one
dollar bill, but he saw Nv" on 1t just
as the swift and subtle head waiter
absorbed 1t without seeming to. To
ask for 1t 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 meant" he said, pointing to the
one he had indicated before "That
one"
"Oh. that onel" said the head wait
err. certainly, sir"
He led the way, beckoning walters
ant ounibuses and swapping his fin
gers.
Clay ordered supper as chastels
perfect az sonnet. It showed that "a
had both native ability and education
In the srt of ordering meal. He Inn
pressed even the head waiter, and thai
Is a triumph. That was Clay's pur
pose. Also he wanted to preserve hi'
self-respect and the walters attention
N the face of the supper that was be
ing ordered at the next table. Th-
vas well ordered, too. but 1t was no
sonnet: 1t was rhapsody. 1t wal
ordered by q man whose guests hat
DOT YET arrived. When Clay had dis
patched his waiter he whispered t
Daphne;
"See that fellow. That's Thoma
garick Duane, one of the wellest
known bachelors In New York. He wa
:razy eeout Leila"
"Not Rayard's Leila!"
"Yes. That's really why Bayard go
married Ne quick. He was afraid Ton
Duane would steal her. Nice enoug
fellow, but too much money"
Dapllae looked at the big man, an
.nught him looking at her with ia
, sorabb appraisal. She stared bin
, Town with a cold self-possession @
J The Aait1ican girl who will neithe
{ sirt ncr finch. Duane yielded an
) turned lis eyes to Clay, recognize
. aim. ard nodded.
, Hello, wimburni H'ah yaf"
"Feeling fairly snappy," said Clay.
!. Duane showed willingness to com
4 ,ver and be presented. but Clay keE
t lin of with q look like pair Of pusl
ng hands.
RI Duane loitered about, waiting II
. Ms guests. He looked lonely. Daphr
3 ,elt mixture Of charity and snobber
a her heart. She whispered to Clay
/? "Invits the poor fellow over here Il
Q rs guests come. I'm dying to be alb
j, % tell the people at home that mi
q ne great Duane"
= Again Clay shook his head.
d fAnd that you introduced him
4 ne"
4 Clay nodded. BE beckoned Duar
, ,ver with hardly more than a motto
g II the eyebrows. Duane came with
y iatterIag eagerness. He put his bar
y nut to Clay; and Clay. rising, mat
q he presentation.
], aYossfs not related to Bayard n
b hopAs Duane said. with IN amiah
e srown-
y Heb ~ brother. Whyr'
:. Il eszs him 4 big grudge." 81
Duane. ~He stole bis wife from y
,ust a. I was falling madly In 10
!. With hs<. Beautiful girl. your new .
= er.-
= -rve never seen her" said Daphne
: ~Beaatifnl grill" he sighed. "Hu
4 DO good for your brother, infinite
! seyand Ne. Why don't sou both mo
!. ,ser to NJ tablet Mss Kemble Is
4 - there with her manager. Nigh
aever zsf-AfIss KembIe. Have y
-. - go .zAawE