New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1919-09-19

She has to give up the h0usework, any
way, even when she's a hOusekeeper.
| suppose she could give up her shop
for a while. At least she could share
the expense-Or her husband could
stand the bills since he escapes the
pain. | tell you, if | ever had a daugh-
ter I'd make her learn her own trade
if she never learned anything else. I'd
never raise her to the hideOus, indie
cent belief that the world yves her q
living and she's got a right TO squeeze
it gu of the hearts blood of some
Woodworking man. No, Stree! 1t may
be Old-fashiOned, but it isn't decent.
and it isn't even romantic. The love
of two free souls, with their own ca
reerS and their W expenses, seems
to me about the best kind of love there
could be. Then both Of them can come
home evenings and their home will be
a home-a fresh, sweet meeting place"
Clay breathed hard. He was sllenced.
but not convinced-beyond being con-
WINGED that Daphne Kip was still the
OlIC NOlldl III thC WIN A'ht
spite of her cantankerous notions.
Still, of course, u woman had to have
some flaw or she would not be human.
Daphne's foible was as harmless as
anyOne's, perhaps. So he blurted out:
II suppose you've given up all
thought of marrying meT"
She answered him with piOus ear
nestness: 1--WE never given up that
thought. Clay. I've been trying to
make myself worthy of the happiness
it would mean. l have had the trOus-
seau all made, and paid for, a long
while. That's what ! came to town for
originally-our rousseau. But when
| saw how much sacrifice it meant for
my poor old father and what a bundle
of bills I'd be dumping on my poor
Young lover | couldn't see the good
of 1t. So l took my vow that | wouldn't
get a trousseau till | could earn the
price of it myself. And now I've
earned the price and I've got it. But
I've lost my excuse for wearing 1t.
"Still, I'd probably have lost you,
anyway, or ruined you If | had brought
YOU my old ideas. Everybody always
say that money is the enemy of love.
| wonder If it couldn't be made the
friend. 1t would be an interesting ex-
pertinent, anyway"
Daphne, honey. let's try the expert
ment."
Oh. vnA1-nl Oh hin, u-fth IN hna UnnIV
smile in her eyes, and answered,
Lets"
He moved toward her, but she
lodged behind the counter. She
studied him n moment, hen reached
below the counter. A bell rang and a
drawer slid out. She took some bills
from 1t, made n memorandum on a
slip of paper, and put that in the place
of the bills, closed the drawer, and
leaned across the counter, murmurlng:
"They say all successful businesses
are begun on borrowed money. So I'll
borrow this from the frm-for luck"
She put out her hand. Clay put ont
his. She laid three dollars on his palm
anu tlDStu MS HilSfiN WI t''hh'
whats all this?" he asked, all mys.
tilted. She explained:
"A plain gold band costs about six
d%ollars, and that's for my half of the
partnership. Women are wearing their
wedding rings very light nowadays"
81 should say SO !" Clay groaned, but
with a smile.
She bent forward and he bent for
ward and their lips met. She was only
n saleswoman selling II customer part
of a heart for part of a heart, but to
CLAW the very counter was the golden
bar of heaven, and Daphne the Bless
ed Damozel that leaned on 1t and
made it warm.
THE END.