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A Oopyrigbt Vf Harper k Brothers f • l.y CLAY’S ORGY-OF SPENDING GETS HIM INTO AN EMBAR- ‘/ PASSING SITUATION. A *' " /’ L Synopsis.—€lay Wlraburn, a young New Yorker on a visit Jo Cleveland, meets pretty Daphne Kip, whose brother Is In the samp office with Clay In Wall street. After a whirlwind courtship they be come engaged. Clay buys an engagement ring on credit and returns to New York. Daphne agrees to an early marriage; and after extracting from her money-worried father what she regards as a sufficient sum of money for the purpose she ^oes to New York with her mother to buy her trousseau. \ x i CHAPTER V—Continued. “This Is too beautiful to go through so fast,” Daphne cried. “It’s wonder ful. We ought to walk. Promise me we can walk home. It’s such a gor geous night.” “You’re crazy, darling," be 6ald. "I’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 It waq 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 hudj^eard the laughter of Theodosia Burr and of Betty Jumel In their primes. Daphne did not like the table the bead waiter led them to. It missed both the breeze and the view. "Can’t we ait over there?” she said. "I’ll see.” * The head waiter came reluctantly to his beck. When Clay asked for tLe . table, the answer was curt: “Sorry, sir; It Is reserved." Clay felt Insulted. He whipped out his pocketl>ook and rehukcij the tyrant with a bill. He thought It wns a one- dollar bill, but he saw a “V" on It Just as the awlft and subtle head w*alter 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 hls new slate as he could. t "I don’t think yon understood which table I meant.’’ he said, pointing to the one he bad Indicated before. “That one." “Oh. that one!" aald the head wait er. “Certainly, air." He led the way. beckoning waiters and omnibuses and snapping hls fin gers. Clay ordered a supper as chastely perfect as n sounet. It showed that he had both native ability and education in the art of ordering a meal. He im- pressed even the head waiter, and that Is a triumph. That wus Clay’s pur pose. Also be wanted to preserve hls self-res|»ect and the waiter’s attention in the face of the supper that was be ing ordered at th£ next table. That was well ordered, too, but It was not a sonnet: It was a rhapsody. It was ordered by a man whose guests had not yet arrived. When Clay had dis patched his waiter he whispered to Daphne: “See that fellow. That’s Thomas Varlck* Dunne, one of the. wellest- known bachelors In New York. He wus crazy about Leila.” “Not Bayard’s I.ella!” "Yes. 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 fa vorable appraisal. She stared him down with a cold Self-possession of the American girl who will neither flirt nor t llinch. Duanje yielded .and turned his eyes to Clay, recognized him, and nodded. *•' < ^ • “Hello, Wimburn! H’ah ya?" “Feeling fairly'snappy,” said Clay.. Duane showed a wllffugness to come over and be presented, but Clay kept him off with a look like a pair of push ing hands. , * * Duane loitered about, waiting for hls guests. lie looked lonely. Daphne felt a mixture of charity and snobbery In her heart. She whispered to Clay: “Invite the poor fellow over here till bis guests come. I’m dying to be able to tell the people at home that 1 met the groat ’Duane.” Again Clay shook his head. "And that you Introduced him to me;” . Clay nodded. He beckoned Duane over With hardly more than a motion of the eyebrow’s. Duane came with a flattering eagerness, lie j>ut bis hundf out to Clay; and Cloy, rising.-made tpe presentation. “You’re not relsted to Bayard Kip, I fiope," Duane said, with an amiable frown.’ v * "• * “He’s fay brother. Why?" “I owe him. a big grudge,” said Duane. “He stole hls wife from me, just as I was falling madly In love with her. Beautiful girl, your new sis ter." ’ _ “I’ve never seen her." said Daphne. "Beautiful girl 1" he sighed. “Modi tyo good for your Brother, Infinitely beyond me. Why don’t *ou both move over to. my tablet Visa Kemble Is to be there with her manager. Mighty clever girl—lisa Kemble. Hava jm va*o He* Harf I "We were there tonight,” said Daph ne. “She’s glorious!” “Come on over and play In our yard, then." .. - ' Daphne had never met a famous actress. She was wild to join the group and to know Tom Duane better. But Clay spoke with an Icy finality. “Thanks, old man. We’ve already ordered." He still stood, and he'had not Invited Duane to sit down. Tom Duane looked at Daphne and smiled like n boy rebuked. "All right, I’ll go quietly. I know when I’m kicked out. But next time I won’t go so easily. Good night.” He put hls warm, friendly hand out ogaln to Daphne and to Clay, who nodded him away with an appalling In formality, considering how great* he was. Other people came In, some of them plainly sightseers, some of them per sonages of quality. Everybody seemed happy, clandestine, romantic. Till* wus life ns Daphne wanted to llvp it. But at length she yawned. Her little hand could not conceal the contortion of her features. “I’m gloriously tired, honey,” she confessed, with a lovable Intimacy. “It's the most beautiful supper I ever had. hut I'm sleepy." He smiled with Indulgent tenderness and said to the waiter, "Check!” Daphne turned her eyes away de cently as the slip of paper on a plate wan set at Clay’s elbow. But she noted that he started violently as he turned the bill over and met It facer to face. He studied It with the grim heroism of one reading a death-war rant. The amount ataggered him. lie turned pale. He recovered enough to starter aald, “Cab, sir?” and mu.de to whistle one up. Clay shook his Head and walked on toward the monument of Gfaut Daphne followed. They went as humbly as acaupte"of paupers evicted for the rent Daphne was afraid to speak. She saw that Clay was sick with wrath, and she dl J not know him well enough to be sun- how he would take her in terference in his thoughts. She trudged along In utter shame. The worst of her shame was that she was so ashamed of it. Why should she carfi'-vrtrether a waiter smiled or frowned? Btft.she did care. Infinitely. tyiphne couRTnot pump up any en thusiasm for the ecenery.j Her lover took ng^ndvaefage of the serial of arbors and the embracing bowers. He never kissed her, not once. Daphne ceased to be sorry for Clay and felt sorry for her neglected self. Then she grew angry at herself. Then at him. At length she said, wlfh ominous sweetness, "Are you going to walk all the way, dear?” “You said you wanted to, didn’t you?” he mumbled, thickly. “That’s so.” ' She trudged some distance farther— a few blocks it was; It seemed miles. Then she said, “How far is it home— altogether?” • __ \ “About three miles and a half.” "Is that all? The heroine of an English novel I’ve been reading used to dash off five or six fhlles before breakfast.” Patriotism and pride helped her for a quarter of a mile more. Then she resigned: “I guess I’m not an English heroine. •I don’t belfeve she ever really did It. HI resign ! I’ll huve to ask yon to call me a cab." “Pretty hard to . find an empty one nlong here at this hour,” he said, and urged her on. , “Let’s go over that way to the In habited part of town," she said, “and take a street t^ar or the subway.” And then he stopped and said, with guilty bruaquerle, “Have you got your pocket book with you?" “No. I left It at home tonight. Why?" “Daphne, I haven’t got a cent!” “Why, £lay! you poor thing!”,. "That’a why I was so rough with the waiter. If I’d tynd the money, do you say to the waiter, “You’ve given me t *'* n * t I d have made a row before ycjj the wrong check." The waiter shook hla head. "Oh. noaxalr!" Clay studied It again. He called for the bill of fare, and studied that. Daphne felt so ashamed that she want ed to leap Into the river; Abroad, It la believed that the mun who does bo't audit hls restaurant bill la either an American tourist or some other kind of fool. But In Daphne’s set it was considered the act of a miser. Clay worked over hi* cheek as If It were a trial balance. "Ah. I thought so,” he growled. ‘The bill of fare -says that this Montreal Patriotism and Pride Helped Her for a Quarter of a Mile. / . melon is seventy-five cents a portion. You’ve charged roe three dollars for two portions.” A look of pitying contempt twisted the waiter’s smile. A . • ■ - . "The melon you ordered, salr, was all out. I served you a French melon Instead.” ~ v ’—-—- —■ “Why didn’t yob tell me?” “I deed not theenk it mettered to the geutlamon.” Clay sniffed. He was not' to be quieted by such a s6p. He whipped out hls pocketbook and laid down every bill in It He stretched hls legs and ransacked hls trousers pockets and dipped on the plate every coin he had. He withdrew a dime and waved the heap at the waiter. It Was evident, from the way the waiter snatched the plat* from the table, that Clay had not tipped him, in fact Clay aald. "This will be a team about a few little dollars? Never! You see, I didn’t expect to go out to Clure- rnont after the theater. The taxfcost more than I expected, and then I gave the head waiter five dollars Instead of one. I ordered with car# so that It would come out right. But that busi ness about the melon finished me. I Just made It. I never was so ashamed In my life. And I had to drag yoa Into It, and now I’m murdering your poor little feet”. “That’s the funniest Joke I ever heard. Why didn’t you tell me before?” "It’s no Joke." "Why, of course it Is! You have only to go to your bank tomorrow ancf draw some more." ! Be did not answer this. He said nothing at qJI. She had a terrified feel ing that hls silence was'full of mean ing,' that his bank ; nceouht would not respond to hls call. She could not'ask him to explain the situation. She was afraid that he might. Sl\e marched on doggedly, growing more and more gloomy and decrepit. Her little slippers with their 6tilted heels pinched amhWavered, and every step was a pang. r *‘ “Let’s go fiver there and get on a street-car, and dure them "to put us off,” she suggested. "It’s a pay-as-you-enter car,” he groaned.v; \ The world was a different world now. The drive that had been so tre mendously lovely as she sped through It in a taxicab was a pathway in Mo jave. She limped through the hideous, hateful, unpardfinable length, and felt that It was a symbol of the life ahead of her. She had counted on escaping from the money limits of her home. She was merely transferring herself from one jail to another. Her young lover’ had dazzled her with hls heedless courtship, flown away with her on motor, wings, dipping Jo earth now and then to sip refresh ments at a high cost, and then swoop ing off with her again. A'ntl now hls wings had broken; hls gasoline was gone; his motor burnt out; and the rest of the journey was tq he the same old trudge. She hod been leaning heavily on cells of Ae Atrfumeat and to tilt Us face to ooe aide and smile. A motorcar went by with the silenco of a loping panther,-. Another car past ing It threw a calcium light on Tom Duane and his guests and his chauf feur* How gorgeously they sped 1 If Dapbpe hud had a Bit of luck she would-be with them, soaring .on the pinions of money, Instead of hobbling on without It. ' /- - • ftaphne took off her slippers and fondled her poor abused feet as If they were her children. But when she tried to thrust them back Into her slippers for a finals, desperate effort she almost shrieked with the huyt. "I’ll have to go the rest of the way In my stocking feet,” she moaned. "Not if I have to carry you,” Clay growled. Before he. had a chance to carry out hls resolution a taxicab tfiat had de posited Its fares at an apartment house above went bowling by with its flag up- . - Clay ran out and howled at it till it stopped, circled round, and drew up by the bridle-path. Then he ran to Daphne and bundled her Into it, and gave her address to the driver. "But how are you going to pay him?” she sighed, blissfully, as they shot along. "Not that I care at alL” “I Haven't figured that out,” said Clay. "I’ll drop you at home and tfien take him tp ray club and see if I can’t borrow from somebody there. If 1 can’t, I’ll give him my watch or the fight, of hls life.” “That’s terrible!” Daphne sighed. “To think how much I have cost you!” “Well, I wanted to give you a good time on your little visit,” said Clay, “and It’s only two days till my next salary day.” Her heart saDk. Her guess was right. His bank account was dry. It had gurgled out In amusing her. She felt that there was something here that would take a'bit of thinking about —when she had rested enough to think. The taxicab swung Into Fifty-ninth street and drew up to the curb, fclay helped Daphne out and said- to the chauffeur, "Walt!” He said It with Just the tone he had used when he said to the waiter, “Check!" - . JVhen Clay had kissed her hi s seven teenth farewell and was wondering how he could tear himself away Trorn her without bleeding to death, Daphue pressed the bell. Instead of her drowsy mother open ing the door half an inch nnd fleeing in her curl-papers, Bayard himself ap peared In hls bathrobe and pajamas. “Bayard!" Daphne gasped as she sprang for him. “What on earth brought you home so soon?” “Money gave~®ut," he laughed. “Hello, Clay,” he said as he put forth hla han<£ "Mother tells me you’ve been secretly engaged to my sister all this time, you old scoundrel! How are you? What’s the gofid word?” "Lend me five dollars,” said Clay. It's Dean, Sweep, Wash elaborate toilet Ml Mi« Ml out before the was ready. This wav the final teal of Leila’* patience and 1 ‘T^tribot.t.,mm The Live Long Day! hated the collision mote than each other. Their greetings were appropri ately emotional and noisy, and they both talked at once Ih a moaner that showed a certain congeniality. When at^length Daphne went to her room shfi observed her mother’s extra territorial holdings. She stretched herself along the narrow coastllnfe In despair of rest. But she was too tired to worry or lie awake and' she slept thoroughly. v The ^ext morning the three women about to meet one another,by daylight, made their preparations with the scrupulous anxiety of candidates for presentation at court. In consequence, breakfast was late and the only man there, except the evanescent ▼alter from the restaurant below* was Bay ard. JL ~ A troop of business wonfes like a swarm of gnats hail wakened him early. He had escaped some of them in Europe, for the honeymoon had been a prolonged and beatific interlude in his office hours; but marriage was not hls career. Hls career was hls work, and that was recalling him, re- ,, , - • buklng him, as with far-off bugle Uoa” of Dr. fierce, used by hue m acuvo alarms. BP® WPBWPpIPI He was so restless that he merely almost every druggist in tablet or liquid Clay’s arm. Now she put ft hwny from longingly pf her, bed. But Jong before her Jn «. mixture of pity for htm and of self-reproof. When he protested, slie saidt' “I think I’ll walk better alone for a while.” ' So she hobbled and hobbled by her self, he pleading to be allowed to help her. But she kept him away. And they crept on a little farther, loving each other piteously. \ In the course Of time they reached the Soldiers' and Bailor*’ monument, and Daphne sanlTSownH the base of it “1 can’t go any farther.” the aald. •not tf I die of starvation.” He sank at her CHAPTER VI. The meeting of Daphne and her new sister-in-law was not what either would have expected or selected. Daphne wus tired In body and soul, discour aged, footsore and dismayed about her love and her lover. She had reached the door of the apartment In the mood of a wave-buffeted, outswum castaway, eager for nothing but to lie down in the sand and sleep. Daphne could Imagine the feelings of her brother’s wife when she reached her home aftej* a long ocean voyage, a night landing, the custom house ordeal, and the cub ride among the luggage, and found a mother-in- law asleep in her bed and a sister-in- law yet to arrive I Bayard and Leila; serene In the be lief that Daphne and her mother had gone back to Cleveland, entered the apartment without formality and went about switching on tights, recovering their little home from the night with, magic instnntaneity. Mother Kip’s awakening came from the light that Bayard flashed in his bedroom. Leila had a lovable dispo sition,. but she was tired, and all the way up in the overloaded cab she had thought longingly of the beautiful bed in her own new hom£, and had prom ised herself a. quick plunge into it for a long ktay. How could she rejoice to find a strange woman therie—even though she bore the sacred name of mother-in-law? - * Mother • Kip ordered Bayard and Leila out of their-own room arid when she was ready to be seen she had so many apologies to make and accept that the meeting entirely lacked the rapture it should have expressed. Even a mother could hardly be glad to see her son in such discouraging circum stances. AIT three exchanged ques tions more and more perfunctorily, and kept repeating themselves. The most popular question.was, “I, wonder where Daphne is?" They could not know that she was hohbllpg down the wilderness of Riv erside drive. She, too, wns thinking she reached It her mother had moved in and established herself across a good deal more than half of It. It was a smallish bed In a smallish bedroom. Leila fell ‘ asleep In her tub and might have drowned without noticing the difference 4f her yawning husband had not saved her life—and very clev erly : he was too tired to lift her from the water, so he lifted the stopper and let the water escape from her. She al most resented the rescue, hot event ually got hrrsetf to had to • prettily sullen stupor. Infinite depth of op protesting. Bayard tetitof her af Daphne s arrival glanced at the headlines of the paper. He was preoccupied when he kissed __ When you feel worn out, “tired to death” With vhe household duties—cook ing, scrubbing, cleaning, dust ing—(it all comes in the ' # day’s work in the household) —turn to the right remedy to strengthen you. The poor woman whose back feels as though it v would break, who feels dizzy, whose head aches, or black specks appear before her eyes, all are du^to troubles essent ially feminine which should be overcome. The greatest boon to womankind -J a temperance tonic made up of herbs, which makes weak women strong and sick women well. This is the “Prescrip tion” of Dr. Piera . practice many years, and now sold by A> form. It has had a half century of suc cessful results in most of the delicate derangements and weaknesses of women. If she’s overworked, nervous, or “run down,” she finds new life and strength. Send 10c to Dr. Pierce’s Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, N. Y., for trial package or writo for free confidential medical advice. It Was a Tribute to Both That They Hated the Collision More Than Each Other. hls mother and Duphrib good morning, and he paced up and down the dining room like a caged leopard till Leila arrived. Her trousseau had. Included boudotr gowns of the most ravishing descrip tion and she wore her best one to breakfast. Daphne and Mrs. Kip made all the desirable exclamations at tba cost and the cut of It. Even Bayard paid her a tribute. “Isn’t she a dream, mother? Aren’t you proud of her, Daph?" They agreed that she las and they were, and Buyard drew hls chair up to the table with pride. It was the bride’s last breakfast and the housewife’s .first. That Is, Leila, was not really a housewife; only an apartment wire, with nearly every thing done for her except the spending of her time. She had to spend her own time. This breakfast was the funeral of the honeymoon, and Leila hung with graceful dejection over the coffee cup. 1 It might have been a cup of hemlock, Judging frpm the posture of her woe. But the he-brute, attracted by a por tion of a headline, had Ids newspapei nnd wns gulping It down with his cof fee. He was so absorbed in the mere clash of two Mexican generals and tne •danger of American Intervention that he forgot the-all-important demands of lo've, and ignored the appalling fact that he had pnly a few minutes left before he must take hls departure. It was a pitiful awakening to the new Mrs. Kip. She waajfrelng taaght that she wds not important enough to keep her husband’s mind or hls bod| close at home. He had said that she r was all the world to hipi, and, behold I she was only a part of it. He had said that he could think of nothing else am? desired nothing else.but her. Now ha had her and he was thinking of every* thing else. He had to have a news paper to" tell him all about everything in the world. * The sight of Leila’s angulsn over ti4 hreakfust obsequies Of the honeymoon chilled Daphne’s hope of maniaga bliss like a frost ravening among peact blossoms. * • ulphur Baths ) ' at home for- OMATiSM Cout, Eczema, Hives, etc. Richt In your own home and at trifling cost, you can enjoy the benefit of healing sulphur baths^ Hancock Sulphur Compound •Mhirc’t own Wood purifying and ikia healing remedy—SI LI’HLK prepared In I way to nuke IU uve mot! cSkeckMO. CJ*e N In the hath. mRS« lotion eppfiiag to ejected parts; and take M Internally. 50c and $1 the bottle at your OruggUt'i. If he can't supply you. send his name and the price In i wc will send yon * bottle direct HANCOCK LIQUID SULPHUH COMPANY Hi * Afrfair £>•>«••/ Ota#. m~r-H t.J SCt—fm iu» mm* ABSORBINE *TPAD! NAN*. BIG. US PAT Oft Every feminine-reader of this paper can appreciate the sitpa- tiori jn which Paphlne founJ her- self when she aet out to buy all the pretty things that she felt she should-have before becom ing Clay's bride. Her limited purse did not fit In at all with the prices that confronted her at every turn. What did she do? J (TO BE CONTINUED.) Aa He Understood Orders. . f" aald the the raw iWrolt, “haring takes ymm height sod chest awteriniBt, we wfl try Mt IniSriltNti rxmLto*' e*o ^ i t.. Reduces Bursal Enlargements Thickened. Swollen Titouee. Curbs. Filled Tendons, Sore ness from Bruises or Strains; •tops Spavin Lameness, allays pain. Does uot blister, remove the hair or lay up the horse I2.S0 mottle at druggists or delivered. Book 1 R free. ABSORBINE, JR., lot mankind—aa intiseptic liniment for bruises, cuts, wounds, •tram», painful, swollen vein* or g'st.Jt. Il Neals and soothes. $1.2S a bottle a* drug- riits or postpaid. Will tell yor more if vou VriTT. Made m the U: A A. by n. 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