The Monticellonian., 1919-02-14

Pm in his office. We belong to the same fraterutty-differeut chapters of caarse We struck ID q great friend- ship. When hp knew Has coming to I Cleveland he said Fell my sister to be nice to you uud-and-'
 WimbGru paused in some emharrass- mem before the ballroom manner Of Mrs ND, bat the pompous dfSguises of timdty fell from her as she mur- mncd-and biuShcd in mothefiy way:
 "nanhnc told me. He said for you to Kiss his mother for him."
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 "WeH. 1 am his mother"
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 "Wil you 7
 He pressed his lips respectfully on her cheek. hat she. closing her eyes to imagine him her son. huug her fat arms about him and held him mo ment He kissed her again with kind of vicarious dew .ion.
 I'd want Bayard to deliver such q message to your m0ther.' she ex- plained.
 Already Wimburn was member of the household. he had been kissed and sXmpathized with.
 He turned To Daphne with an apolo- setic look and saw that she was star ing at him with softer eyes than he had thought she had.
 Definite anxietieS engaged Mrs. Kip. for tea had come in tottering on q tray carried by panic-smitten cook, as agile as hippopotamus and as shy as violet.
 Daphne and her mother and father went through the tea ceremony with the anxiety of people in an earth quake. and the Swedish dromedary stared at the unaeeuStomed sight as if the ten bibhers were drinking poi son and she watching for the eonyul- siens to begin.
 Clay Wimhurn talked altogether about Bayard and his wonderful prog ress in business in spite of the hard times Bayard he said, was sticking 10 his desk like demon. and he let noth- Ing ulSlfaCt Hilil.
 Tt must be glorious living in New York" Daphne sighed.
 "Why don't you come and pay Bay ard visit?" Wimburn suggested.
 "He wouldn't have time To take me anywhere. and I don't know anybody else there"
 You know me. And I'd be only toe glad to try to repay your hospitality to me.
 Mrs. Kip locked on and listened with the fond alarm of one who has seen fatal courtships begun with just such fencing.
 When at length Daphne suggested that there was still time to rush down to# the Hotel Statler for dance or two Mrs. Kip smiled at her. Wimburn did not know that he had been brought home on approval. Mrs. Kip realized that he was not to be returned as i'm possible. Her fancy gambled in fu lures.
 Wimhurn was the victim of an onset of that delirium amans known as love at first sight He was at the right age and he found something eXotically captivating in this strange girl in the strange city. He was poisoned with love, and his opinion of Daphne was lunatically fantastic. No one in the world equaled her. No one ever had equaled her or could equal her in any future ever.
 Spring and love are the perennial miracles. always new, always amazing IL was springtime in Wimburns years and in the calendar of the world and countless other youth of mankind. ami maj kind. bird and fish kind. flowers and fruit trees, and perhaps of chem, ieas in the ground were feeling the same mania.
 Daphne's cordiality was at first merely the hospitabIe warmth of her unusually cordial community. But she caught the fever from Wimburn and decided that he was the final word in human evolution.
 They began to dread the society of others. to resent the existence of a squatter population on their private planet. The world was too much with them. The little car was transparent. Even at night etiquette required them to light it up within.
 Wimburn did not return to New York so soon as he expected. Ii seemed impossible to uproot himself from that pleasant soil. One after noon when he had already overStayed his furlough Daphne and he were rid. ing in the little car through the outer suburb known as Shaker Heights-a section rapidly evolving from Sleepy religious community to q swarm ef city residences.
 The late afternoon moon had risen in sky still rosy with the afterglow of sunset The air was murmurous with pleading
 Suddenly Nimburn cried aloud. to his own surprise and hers. "Danhnel Miss Kip can't stand everything you know. I'm only human. after alI {.
 Whats the matter?' she asked in prosaic phrase but with poetic aut. ter of breath.
 Il love you. d--n it!-pardon me but I'm internally in love with von I'm tormented. came here on hnsi. f ness. and instead of my finishing it you've finished me. I'm two days over dHe in New York and I've had to lie 10 the office to explain why. And all can think ef now is that I'd rather s resign and StarYe to death thon go