The Monticellonian., 1919-05-09
CHAPTER XVIII.
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endure to be quiet in the presence of so many goggie eyes like aligned but tons. She left the train at the next station and walked rapidly to Fifth avenue, and up it homeward
 She walked rapflly for the comfort of the restlessness, but there was no comfortable destination ahead of her. She found Mrs. Ghevvis at home with her disconsolate husband Daphne dared not tell them just yet that she had lost her place. She would tell them when she got another one. For fear that they might ask why she was home so early. she went down to Bay ards apartment.
 She wanted to tell Bayard and Leila what had happened. It was safe. she felt sure. Bayard would never attack Gerst. He would be more likely to rail at Daphne for bringing the trou- ble on herself.
 Leila let her in at the door, but she was in a militant humor She said Hello i grfmly and stepped back for Daphne to enter. Daphne found Bay ard still aglow with interrupted auar- rel. He said, "Hello!" with dismal connotation.
 What do you suppose that brother of yours orders me to do now?" safd Leila, whirling Daphne toward her.
 "1 can't imagine" said Daphne. in credulous of Bayard's ordering Leila to do anything.
 m tn ta put up poor mouth and humiliate my self"
 Bayard snatched Daphne to him and stormed: "She bought the clothes didn't she, without consulting me2 She wouldn't send 'em back ss you did yours; she wore 'em out, paraded 'em before other men there in NeWnort while l was slaving here. And now that Dutilh insists on money that I haven't got and can't get, she won't even go explain it to him. That's all l ask her-to explain it to him and ask him to be patient so that I won't be sued. I can't stand that. I've had every other calamity but I've never been sued for debt. I ask Leila to go
 
 fine prospects-play fair with him and with me. But will she dc it? No! She won't do anything for me-
 Daphne was swayed by his emotion. She pleaded: "Why don't you, Leila? You have such winning ways. I'll go with you
 Leila hesitated. then answered by faI ho I,Dt eI, her head. She paused, took it off again. and went to her room, unlock ing her gown as she went; she knew that in asking favors one should wear ones best appearances.
 Bayard grumbled. How are you getting along at your officer"
 Daphne felt unable to intrude her own troubles on his. She shrugged her shoulders It Is a kind of white lie. the shrug
 Hang on to your job as long as you can, old girl. for you'll have to support us all, guess. You're the only one of us that can get job or earn a cent That's the advantage of being a pretty girl"
 Daphne was almost moved to tell him some of the disadvantages of be- ing pretty girl, but she felt that the time was unfit for exploiting her own woes. She ached for some one to dis close them to, but she withheld them.
 Leila came in, arrayed in her very finest. She was smiling in the con tentment of beauty at it's best. When you ask credit you've got to look as if you didn't need it." she said.
 They found Dutilh in state of un usual excitement and exhaustion. There were few customers in his place and he left them to the other sales people. He advanced on Leila and Daphne and gave a hand to each.
 Why. oh why in the name of Paul POiret didn't you come in q week ago? The pirates have taken every decent gown l had. The sewing women are working like mad to reproduce 'em but there's nothing left fit to show, except to Pittsburgh and Plattsburg tourists. Where did you get that awful rag you have on?"
 "Here," said Leila.
 "Oh. of course, 1 remember. It's beautiful. Sit down. I'm dead. Have cigarette? Have a cup of tea? Oh. Miss Galyey-tea for three, please didn't forget either of you when 1 was in Paris. l have a siren gown for you, Mrs. Kip, that will break your heart with joy. You'd murder to get it. And as for you, Miss Kip--well, you'll sim ply be indecently demure in the one l call 1nnocence.'
 Daphne was trifle shocked. but Leila's eyes filled with tears at the mockery of such talk She moaned ''i didn't come to buy. l zane to apologize and beg for mercy. l owe you q lot of money, and haven't q cent"
 "Who has? What of it? Nobodys paying anybody"
 But l had an urgent letter from your bOokkeeper, or somebody"
 Don't mind her. She gets excited. Nobody pays me. You come in and get another gown and you'll catch a millionaire with it."
 It was hard for Dutilh to keep his clients clear in his memory.
 But l can't afford it"
 dren going round in last years rags. You do as you're told and come around next week. I'll get my money out Of