The Monticellonian., 1919-06-06

HIS Feet We're 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 "l never was much. But at least l dressed and kept looking fit. And you said l Was pretty But now Oh, Bayard, Bayard You used to eaIl me beautiful, and 1 tried to be beautiful for you. But now To he ugly and useless both-it's too much p
 Wise pathtinders say that when you are wandering in strange country you should turn every now and then and look back at the way you came. It wears different aspect entirely from it's 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 wlsdom the in tolerable truth of the adage, Waste not, want not"
 Meanwhile Daphne was having so different q history that she felt ashamed. It seemed unfair to her to get we'll 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 Il remedy for how many troubles there is in work. It seemed to be almost panacea. It 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 Il 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 tife accident and the fact that Daphne was lin trade" He was indignant at the news and wanted to 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 up to a taxicab.
 Then he found Daphne.
 She led him into a little shop empty of everything but the debris of re- moval.
 "Where are we?' said Clay.
 This was my shop"
 What's the matter? Busted al- ready?" Clay asked, with not unfiat- tering eheerfulness.
 Not in the least" Daphne ex- plained. 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 gotten Mir Wimburn. He's kept away so long you might have, though Where'ye you been. Clay? But wait you can tell me on the way over to the new shop"
 When she led him into her new em- porium 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 to 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 resentng this insult Daphne laughed till she fell against