The Connecticut labor press. (New Haven, Conn.) 191?-1921, 1919-05-10

His feet were beautiful on the rug of
the presidents Office.
Bayard felt so kindly to all the
world that he hurried to the hospital
to scatter good news like flowers over
Leila's couch. She was in that humor
when anybody else's good fortune was
an added grief to her. =
I'm no use to you now" she walled.
81 never was much. But at least l
dressed. and kept looking fit. And you
said I was pretty. But now Oh,
Bayard, Bayard! You used to call me
beautiful, and tried to be beautiful
for you, But now To be ugly and
useless both-it's too much -
Wise path1nders say that when you
are wandering in strange country you
look back at the way you came. 1t
wears different aspect entirely from
its look as you approached, and you
will need to know how it 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" '.. .5.t3S- =.
Meanwhile Daphne was having so
different a history that she felt
ashamed. It seemed unfair to her to
get well quickly and with no blemish
except a 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 discourag e-
ments without cease, yet Daphne was
learning what remedy for how many
troubles there is in work. 1t seemed
to be almost panacea. 1t was exciting,
fatiguing, alarming, but it was objec-
tive. She was on her way at last to
that fifty thousand year she had
dreamed of. She was uncertain yet of
earning a thousand a year, but she
was on the road. 8 .N~~3
Clay Wimburn, seeking chances in
the West, did not see the New York
papers or any other record of Daph
mes 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 Sin trade" He was
indignant at the news and wanted to
see her at once. Es
Bayard gave him the address, and
Clay wasted no time asking further
questions. He made haste to the sub
way, Tuning; left the train at the
Grand Central station and climbed, up
to a taxicab. H -.v
Then he found Daphne. -,
She led him into a little shop empty
of everything but the debris of re-
moval. F"
"Where are we?" said Clay.
'"This was my shop" go
What's the matter? Busted al
readyT Clay asked, with not unflat-
tertng cheerfulness. a. =.
"Not in the least" Daphne ex-
planned. We've expanded so fast we
had to move. We sublet and moved
across the street. ~ -9
'You remember Mrs Chivvis, don't
you? Mrs. Chivvis, you haven't for
gotten Mr.. Wimburn. He's kept away
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-
porium the graceful fabrics displayed
were all red rags to him. He was q
bull in crimson shop. ill.,
Daphne made Clay sit down and
asked him If it were not all perfectly
lovely. He waited until Mrs. Chivvis
went on to the workroom. He had a
glimpse of a number Of girls and
women on sewing bent. They were
laughing and chattering.
He answered, 'It's. perfectly loath-
some" ..y
Instead of resenting this insult
Daphne laughed till she fell against
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