The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1919-04-03

ard still aglow with interrupted quar-
rel. He said, "Hello" with a dismal
connotation.
"What do you suppose that brother
Of yours orders me to do now7" said
Leila, whirling Daphne toward her.
Il can't imagine" said Daphne, in
credulous Of Bayard's ordering Leila
to do anything. ~ ...s..,
"He wants me to go to Dutilh and
put up a poor mouth and humiliate my
self"
Bayard snatched Daphne to him
and stormed: "She bought the clothes,
didn't she, without consulting me?
She wouldn't send 'em back as you did
yours; she wore 'em out, paraded 'em
before other men there In Newport
while I was Shaving here. And now
that Dutilh insists on money that I
haven't got, and can't get, she won't
v e go explain it to him. That's all
I ask her-to explain it to him and
ask him to be patient SO that I won't
be sued. I can't stand that. I've had
every other calamity but I've never
been sued for debt. I ask Leila to go
tell him about my hard luck and my
fine prOspects-play fair with him
and with me. But will she do it? MOI
She won't do anything for me-"
/ Daphne was swayed by his emotion.
She pleaded: "Why don't you, Leila?
You have such winning ways. I'll go
with you."
Leil3. hesitated, then answered by
taktnc up her hat and Shaping it on
her head. She paused, took it off
again. and went to her room, unlock
ing her gown as she went; she knew
that in asking favors n should wear
ones best appearances.
Bayard grumbled, "How are you
getting along at your Officer"
Daphne felt unable to intrude her
own troubles on his. She shrugged
her shoulders. 1t is a kind Of white
lie, the shrug.
Hang on to your job as long as you
can, old girl, for you'll have to support
us all, I guess. You're the only one Of
us that a get a job or earn a cent.
That's the advantage Of being a pretty
girl"
Daphne was almost moved to tell
him some Of the disadvantages Of be-
ing a pretty girl, but she felt that the
time was unfit for exploiting her own
woes. She ached for some n to dis
close them to, but she withheld them.
Leila came in, arrayed in her very
finest. She was smiling in the con-
tentment Of beauty at it's best. "When
you ask credit you've got to look as
If you didn't need it." she said.
They found Dutilh in a state Of I'M
usual excitement and exhaustion.
There were few customers in his place
and he left them to the other sales
people. He advanced on Leila and
Daphne and gave a hand to each.
"Why, oh why in the name Of Paul
Poiret didn't you come in a week ago?
The pirates have taken every decent
gown I had. The sewing women are
working like mad to reproduce 'em,
but there's nothing left fit to show,
except to Pittsburgh and Plattsburg
tourists. Where did you get that awful
rag you have on?"
"Here." said Leila.
>Oh, q sou1se. ] BmombeA III
klutifd. lit down. Pm dead. have
a cigarette? Have a cup Of tea? Oh,
Miss Galvey-tea for three, please. I
didn't forget either of you when I was
in Paris. I have a siren gown for you,
Mrs. Kip, that will break your heart
with joy. You'd murder to get it. And
as for you, Miss Kip-well, you'll SIM
ply be indecently demure in the n I
call Innocence"
Daphne was a trife shocked, but
Leila's eyes filed with tears at the
mockery Of such talk. She moaned:
II didn't come to buy. I came to
apologize and beg for mercy. I owe
you a lot Of money, and I haven't a
cent" .
who has? What Of it? Nobody's
paying anybody"
"But I had an urgent letter from
your bookkeeper, or somebody"
Don't mind her. She gets excited.
Nobody pays me. You come in and
get another gown and you'll catch a
millionaire with it."
It was hard for Dutilh to keep his
clients clear in his memory.
"But I can't afford it."
"And I can't afford to have my. chill
dren going round in last years rags.
You do as you're told and come around
next week. I'll get my money out Of
you some day. Trust me for that"
Leila felt a rapturous desire to kiss
him and call him names Of gratitude.
He was generous by impulse and pa
hent, and nobody's fool at that. The
thoughts Of tailors r long, long
thoughts.
Daphne sat thinking, but not Of
clothes. The labor problem had al
most determined her. She was study
ing the models as they lounged about
the shop. Suddenly she spoke. "Oh,
Mr.. Dutilh, how much money does a
model earn?"
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