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CHAPTER V-Continued.

CHAPTER v-continued.
"This is too beautiful to go through
so FAST" Daphne cried. tits wonder
full. We ought to walk. Promise me
we can walk. home. It's such a gor-
geous night"
you're crazy, darling" he said.
@tI've got to get to my office tomorrow,
and you've got to get home for break
fast"
"All right for you" she pouted. But
ut was none too serious a tragedy, and
her spirits revived when the taxicab
turned in through the shrubs about the
old inn that had once been the home
: of Napoleon's brother and had heard
the laughter of Theodosia Burr and of
. Betty Jumel in their primes.
Daphne did not like the table the
head waiter led them to. It missed
both the breeze and. the view.
Cant we sit owe there?" she said.
"IIl see."
The head waiter came reluctantly to
his beck. When Clay asked for the
table, the answer was curt:
SORRY, sir; it is reserved"
Clay felt insulted. He whipped out
his pocketbook and rebuked the tyrant
with a bill. He thought it was a one
dollar bill, but he saw a "V'' on it just
as the swift and subtle head waiter
absorbed it without seeming to. To
ask for it back or for change was one
of the most impossible things in the
world.
Clay made it as easy for his new
slave as he could.
table I meant" he said, pointing to the
- one he had indicated before. "That
one"
"Oh, that one!" said the head wait
er. Certainly, sir"
He led the way, reckoning walters
and omnibuses and swapping his fin
gers
Clay ordered a supper as chastely
perfect as q sonnet. It showed that he
had both native ability and education
in the art of ordering a meal. He i'm
pressed even the head waiter, and that
is a triumph. That was Clay's pur-
pose. Also he wanted to preserve his
s&lf-respect and the walters attention
in the face of the supper that was be-
ing ordered at the next table. That
was we'll ordered, too, but it was not
a sonnet: it was a rhapsody. 1t was
ordered By a man whose guests had
not vet arrived. When Clay had dis
patched his waiter he whispered to
Daphne:
"See that fellow. That's Thomas
Vprick Duane, one of the wellest-
known bachelors in New York. He was
crazy about Leila"
"Not Bayard's Leila"
eyes. That's really why Bayard got
married so quick. He was afraid Tom
Duane would steal her. Nice enough
fellow, but too much money!"
Daphne looked at the big man, and
caught him looking at her with a IA
vorable appraisal. She stared him
down with a cold self-possession of
the American girl who will neither
'~Airt nor finch. Duane yielded and
turned his eyes to Clay, recognized
him, and nodded.
"Hello, Wimburn! H'ah ya?"
Feeling fairly snappy," said Clay.
Duane showed a willingness to come
Dver and be presented, but Clay kept
him off with a look like a pair Of push
ing hands.
Duane loitered about, waiting for
his guests. He looked lonely. Daphne
felt a mixture of charity and snobbery
in her heart. She whispered to Clay:
"Invite the poor fellow owe here till
MS guests come. I'm dying to be able
TO tell the people at home that l met
the great Duane"
Again Clay shook his head.
"And that you introduced him to
ane."
Clay nodded. He beckoned Duane
over with hardly more than a motion
Of the eyebrows. Duane came with a
na1ttering eagerness. He put his hand
out to Clay; and Clay, rising, made
the presentation.
you're not related to Bayard Kip,
/ hope" Duane said, with an amiable
frown.
Hes my brother. Why?"
II owe him a big grudge," said
lNane. "He stole his wife from me,
Just as l was falnng madly in love
with her. Beautiful girl, your new Sis
ter"
"1've never seen her." said Daphne.
Beautiful grill" he sighed. Much
t.o good for your brother, infinitely
Beyond me. Why don't you both move
over to tiny table? Miss kemble is to
De there with her manager. Mighty
clover girl-Miss E:emble. Have you
sesn her new PIP