The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1919-03-28

wears different aspect entirely from
Its look as you approached, and you
will need to know how 1t will look
when you return.
From childhood on, Leila had been
warned against extravagance-as Bay
ard had. as have we all. But only
now that she was looking backward
could she realize the wisdom, the in
tolerable truth Of the adage. "Waste
not, want not"
Meanwhile Daphne was having so
different history that she felt
ashamed. 1t seemed unfair to her to
get well quickly and with no blemish
except scar or two that would not
show, while Leila hung between death
and deformity.
But seeing Bayard alone and hear
Ing Leila fret, she felt confirmed In
her belief that she had done the whole
some thing when she Joined the labor
ing classes. There were discourage
ments without cease. yet Daphne was
learning what a remedy for how many
troubles there Is In work. 1t seemed
to be almost panacea. Ii was exciting,
fatiguing. alarming, but 1t was objec.
tive. She was on her way at last tc
that fifty thousand year she had
dreamed of. She was Uncertain yet OF
earning a thousand year, but she
was on the road.
Clay Wimburn, seeking chances In
the West, did not see the New York
papers or any other record of Daph.
ne'S accident. When he got back to
New York, his pockets full of con.
tracts, Bayard, equally successful
greeted him enthusiastically. Then he
learned of the accident and the fact
that Daphne was "in trade" He was
indignant at the news and wanted tc
see her at once.
Bayard gave him the address, and
Clay wasted no time asking further
questions. He made haste to the sub
way, fuming; left the train at the
Grand Central station and climbed ur
to n taxicab.
Then he found Daphne.
She led him into a little shop empty
moval. ,.~.,
where are we7" said Clay.
'This was my shop"
whats the matter2 Busted al.
readyT Clay asked, with a not unflat.
tering cheerfulness.
mot In the least" Daphne ex.
planned. We've expanded so fast we
had to move. We sublet and moved
across the street.
"You remember Mrs. ChIvvis, don't
you? Mrs. Chivvis. you haven't for
Nr
SO long you might have. though.
Where've you been, Clay? But wait
you can tell me on the way over to
the new shop"
When she led him into her new en-
p0rium the graceful fabrics displayed
were all red rags To him. He was a
bull in crimson shop.
Daphne made Clay sit down and
asked him If IT were not all perfectly
lovely. He waited until Mrs. Chivvis
went on 10 the workroom. He had a
glimpse of number of girls and
women on sewing bent. They were
laughing and chattering
He answered, Its perfectly loath-
some"
Instead OF resenting this insult
Daphne laughed till she fell against
the counter. The worst OF IL was that
her eyes We're SO tender.
"Where did you get all the cap,taI
for all this stock?" Clay demanded.
with sudden suspicion
"Oh. part of il we honght on credit
and part OF IL on borrowed money. -
Borrowed from whom?"
"FrOm Mr.. Duane"
This was too much OF too much.
Clay stormrd: "I'n get himl"
"oh, no. you WON'T"
"Ch, yes, | Will -
II won't have YOU asSaultjng the
best friend I've got In the world"
He groaned aloud at this. not M
frinc how she used the word friend -
Hh" ran on. She had not talked to
him for so long that she was perfect
chatterbox.
He lent me five hundred dollars
when | didn't know where else to get
IT. And IL nailed our first real con-
tract-a big commission from old Mrs
Romilly We paid back Mr.. Duane's
hve hundred and then" She plepled
In advance at what was coming IN
Clay. And then / borrowed a thou.
sand from him. We owe him that
now"
Clay was as wrOth as she had
wished. He took out little book
"Wcll. I'll give you a check for that
amount-"r more. And you can pay
Duane or with interest. / won't
have you owing him money" -a