The Monticellonian., 1919-02-14

1t was then that Bayard Rips part ing beheSt 10 call up his sister re- cured 10 Wimburn. He planned to compose formal note of self-lntro- duction. hut Bayurd had forgotten to l teif him his sisters name or his ta- ther's initials There were several Rips in the telephone book. and he could not tell which would be which. i He decided to call up each number and ask maid or somebody if Mr. Bayard ktp'S people lived there.
 TBe very first number lie ealled brought paphue herself suddenly voice to voice ~ith him. Voices are characters. and ii was ease of love at first hearing with him. She had him smiling and eooiRg at the second phrase. He fell that she was going to make his stay in Cleveland pleasant.
 He formed all sorts of pictures of her while he waited on the hotel steps, but when she stepped out of her ear and looked about she WIS none of the Misses Kip he hud planned. She WAS round. pretty little thing, alniahie of eye and humorous about che lips, and cunningly dressed. She looked as if she would be plucky, tireless sportswoman yet she had Il wistfuL tender huggabIeness that a girl ought not to lose, however well she plays tennis.
 "Is this MT" she began. He was too nervous to notice her pause.
 He retorted, "Is this Miss Kip?'
 He noted that she shook hands well, with q boyish clench accompanied by an edd little duck of the head.
 Mighty nice of you to take me off this desert island" he heamed
 Mighty glad to have the privilege. " she said as she verified the fraternity pin on his overcoat. "Mother is dy- ing to hear how Bayard is"
 Mothers have little power left as guardians, but the children find that the title has certain value it times in keeping order.
 Wont you get in?s said Daphne. pointing to her ear. She made him crowd in first, then followed and closed the door and pulled the throttle.
 He medtated aloud: How wonder full it really is that you should talk to me over the telephone and invite me to your home and come and get me like this"
 Whats so wonderful about that ?'' said Daphne. "Everybody does it."
 Everything that everybody does Is wonderful" said Wimburn. But how especially wonderful ii is to live in q i city where there are no walls about the gardens. Look there aren't even i fences. The lawns are all joined to- gether and the houses are mostly win dows. Everything is so open and free, 1 full of sunlight and frankness. You're | taking me home in this charming little glass showcase to introduce me to your mother. 1 tell you the world de move, woman of today has lot to be thankful for. You ought to be mighty happy"
 "0ught-to-be hasn't much to do with I Is" Daphne sighed. We've got a lot to get yet-and Il lot to get rid of"
 He sank back discouraged. The sex was still unsuitable.
 After a short ride they turned into a driveway leading through q spacious eXpanse of grass dotted with trees and shrubs, to q homelike house without beauty or ugliness-a house that had grown with the personalities of the occupants. The only oStentationS about the place were the cupola of an earlier day and the porte cochert stuck out like broken wing.
 She led him into the house and waved him toward the hall tree. Wher he had set down his hat and stick she led him into the drawing room.
 Mother, we're home
 "Yes, dear" said Mrs. Kip, who called Daphne "dears before com pany.
 Mother" said Daphne, q want tC present Mr.-" (mumble-gulp). Sht had not yet achieved his name.
 Her mother shocked her by saving