Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-05-30

LILO LEW Y O4 LIN Vi ~
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.
"Tm no use to you now" she walled.
81 never was much. But at least ]
dressed and kept looking fit. And you
said / was pretty. But now on
Bayard, Bayard! You used to call me
beautiful, and I tried to be beautl1ul
for you. But now To be ugly ano
useless both-it's too much!"
Wise pathfnders say that when you
are wandering in strange country you
should turn every now and then ano
look back at the way you came. IL
wears a different aspect entirely IRON
it's look as you approached, and you
will need to know how it will look
when you return.
From childhood on, Leila had beer
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 a history that she felt
ashamed. It seemed unfair to her to
get well quickly and with no blemish
except a seal 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. It 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 a year she had
dreamed of. She was uncertain yet OF
earning a thousand a 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 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, tuning; 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 WEI" said Clay.
"This was my shop"
whats the matter? Busted al
ready?' Clay asked, with a not unfat-
tering cheerfulness.
"Not 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
gotten Mr.. Wimburn. He's kept away
so long you might have. though.
Where've you been, Clay? But wait
you can tell me pn the way over to
the new shop"
VIII N she led him into her new en-
porium the graceful fabrics displayed
were all red rags to him. He was a
bull in a crimson shop.
Daphne made Clay sit down and
asked him if it we're 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, tits perfectly loath.
some."
Instead Of resenting this insult
Daphne laughed till she fell against