The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1919-02-20

ing the models as they lounged about
the shop. Suddenly she spoke. "0h,
Mr.. Dutilh, how much money does a
model earnf'
"You mean what salary do I pay2
Common clothes-horses get fifteen or
sixteen dollars. Better lockers get
better pay. You're worth thousand
a week at least. Want jobf"
"Yes."
His smile was quenched. He studied
her across his cup. He saw the anx-
iety in her curiosity.
"what's the matter" he said. HAS
he run Off with another girl, or do you
expect TO 60 fishing for millionaire
in my pond?
81 need the money. I've had hard
luck" Daphne said 1t so solemnly
that he grew solemn, too.
that's too badl Well, I've got
more girls now than 1 need. Nobody
as beautiful as you, of course, butt
suppose l could let some one CO."
"Oh, couldn't think of thatl"
"Neither could I. Well, I'll squeeze
you in somewhere. But ] can't pay
YOU as much as you are worth. Would
-umm-twenty dollars a week inter-
est your"
at would fascinate me-"
"All right, you're engaged. You can
begin next Monday" He turned to
Leila. do you want job, too?"
mo, thank you!" Leila snapped.
Her eyes were Dlacker than ever with
rage, and her red-white cheeks
curdled with shame. She could not
trust herself to speak. Her brunette
beauty had the threat of storm.
loaded thundercloud.
When she and Daphne had taken
their departure, Leila still dared not
speak to Daphne on the way home.
She dared not speak to her at all.
Leila brought triumph to Bayard. She
told him what Dutilh had told her Of
his willingness to wait for his moray.
Bayard embraced Leila and halted
her as an angel. When she had taken
full toll Of her success, she told Bay
ard what Daphne had done. She told
1t simply, without emphasis. knowing
Its effect.
"Daphnew he roared. "You asked
Dutilh for a position among his
inodels3 Great Lord Of heaven, I'll tele-
graph father to come take you home"
That's all right" Daphne tainted.
you'll send the message collect, and
he'll never be able to pay for II. SO he'll
never know what he missed"
"But surely we are not such beggars
that"
"Who has any money! Who has any
thing left to pawnT"
"But there must be other jobs" =,
"Get me one"
"There must be some other way"
"Show me-"
1 Clay Wimburn came in after dinner
His protests against Daphne's project
were louder than Bayard's, with the
added rancor of jealousy. But he had
no substitute to offer.
She forebore to tell, him of the Gersi
affair. He was deep enough In the
mire. He went away little later an6
she returned to her cubbyhole witt
the Chivvises. r
Those were black days for all Amer
, lea, suffering under the backfire from
the sudden war and from the long ia
tigue Of hard times. There were weeks
of dread lest the United States b'
: sucked into the maelstrom at timt
when 1t was least prepared in money
arms, or spirit. Never, perhaps, in hu
man chronicle had so many people
looked with such bewildered miser!
on so many people locked In sucl
multifarious carnage.
At such time, as In an epoch o
plague, there came a desperate nee'
Of respite from woe; soldiers sky
larked In trenches; war widow
danced in gay colors; festivals wer
held In the name of charity; frivoll
ties and vices were resorted to tina
good souls might renew themselve
\ for the awful work before them.
It was in such mood of imperativ
demand for cheer of some sort tina
Tom Duane swan back into Daphne
l gloomy sky.
Daphne had come home after /;
I morning OF rebuffs. She was heart
: sore and footsore, in shabby boot
4 that she could not replace. She wa
I called to the telephone, and Duane
: voice chanted in her ear with a ton
\ Of peculiarly comforting melancholy,
"That you, Miss Kip? This is m,
! Mr.. Duane. Poor Tom Duane. Poe
I Toms a-cold. l came back to tow
unexpectedly early. have spmethln
important to say to you. WIN 20
take little ride with me in my carl
"Why not?" she said, with laugl
IS She was glad that he could not see III
4. tears that gushed across her eyelld
"Three cheers for you I'll be theI
in a jlffy. You couldn't arrange
10 dine with me, could you? Or coul
g your"
Again she answered, "Why not?"
II Duane's voice rang back: "Tlp-toI