The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1919-01-24

Have good time, money, ana III
you see anything you absolutely got
to have, just you get it. And if the
money you got isn't enough, why, I'll
get more somehow. You can usually
depend on your old dad to do his
best" s9
He felt repaid when his beautiful
child cried, 81 know can you ANGEL"
and reached high and drew his head
down like faithful camel's. He never
told her that she was squeezing his
eyeglasses into his nose. He managed
not to sneeze at the exquisite agony
Of her curls tickling his nostrils, and
she Toasted his hungry ear with eager
gratitude.
Daphne slept little that night in her
Pullman pigeonhole; she was too busy
with her thoughts, and the wheels
made banjo of the rails. But she
was glad of her insomnia. Even better
than sleeping well is staying awake
well.
The train was on time and rolled
chariot smoothly into the Grand Cen
trail station. Clay Wimburn was there
by special dispensation from the Office,
and he had had the forethought to Sc
cure a permit to come down to the
platform. He told the station master
that he had a crippled aunt to meet.
He did not tell Mrs. Kip that. He let
her believe that all doors opened to
him.
Daphne had not finished pointing
out her hand luggage to the redcap
when Clay's arms were about her. She
turned to draw her trusty "Sir!" but
smothered it on her lips. He charged
her mother next, and kissed her well,
saying:
'aThat's not for Bayard; that's for
me. How are you, mammal
Mrs. Kip blushed and squealed as
she had squealed long ago when her
first lover stole the first kiss.
After making arrangements about
the baggage with magnificence and
tipping the porter like freshly baked
millionaire, Clay taxicabbed them to
Mr.. and Mrs. Bayard's' apartment
house, towering habitable chimney
on Fifty-ninth street, overlooking Cen
trail park and Columbus circle.
J The convenience and ingenuity of
the apartment enchanted Daphne. It
seemed impossible that all this luxury,
this ozone of wealth, could be secured
in so small space, on part of one
floor, the twelfth of a building. Every
thing came up in baskets by pulley
people, food, everything; it was like a
monastery in the mountains-with
some differences.
She was grateful beyond words to
the young man who embraced her and
stared over her shoulder her
left shoulder-at the tiny commerce
of the streets and the toy park She
said to him:
"Oh, Clay, this is heaven! What do
you say to our having an apartment
just like this? Let'sp
She felt in the arm about her sud
den slackening. The chin on her shout
der seemed to weigh heavier.
"Er-it-would be NICE" said Clay.
She turned out Of his embrace and
looked at him.
He explained: sDo you know how
much Bayard pays for these seven
rooms and two baths?'
'No."
'Well, I've been looking about for
little nest for us, and I priced one
like this. They charge twenty-five
hundred dollars year!"
She asked, shyly. "And that's more
than we can afford?" She had no idea
what salaries were paid to fairy
princes in this city Of fabulous
wealths. She had merely a glamorous
impression that her lover was there
to get what she wanted.
swell, we could afford it, all right"
he laughed, meekly, ''if we could eat
the view and wear the altitude. But
we've never talked about money,
honey. have we? suppose we ought
to. I don't want to give you any false
impressions. Shall we talk about it
now2"
mo! please?
Daphne sat suddenly. She felt as
stranger to tall buildings feels when
an express elevator starts downward.
She had rejoiced to think that she
was escaping from her fathers nag
ging dollarocracy to region of love
and light. She sorrowed a moment,
then she gazed at her lover and saw
how anxious he was. Her love came
back to her. The express elevator was
shooting upward now.
"What does 1t matter where we live,