The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 12, Ed. 1 Friday, March 28, 1919 Page: 2 of 8
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GETS HIM INTO AN EMBAR-
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Daphne Kip, whose brother,is In the same
street. After a whirlwind courtship they be*
Clay buys an engagement ring on credit and returns
r i/apiine agrees to an early marriage, and after extracting
ney-worried father what: she regards as a sufficient sum of
e purpose she goes to New Yorls with her mother to buy
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jorbeautiful to go through
phne cried. "It's wonder-
ght to walk. Promise me
c home. It's such a gor-
! crazy, darling," he said,
to get to my office tomorrow,
a get home for break-
right for you," she pouted. But
hone too serious a tragedy, and
ts i^i^ed^when-the" taxicab
in through the shrubs about the
that had once been the home
apoIeoh'S brother and Jbad heard
laughter of Theodosla Burr and of
Jumel in their primes.
. hne did not like the table the
"waiter led them to. It missed
the breeze and the view.
't we sit over there?" she said,
ee."
sntly to
beck. When Clay" asked for the
thi was curt:
"Sorry, sir; it is reserved."
Olay felt insulted. He whipped out
cketbook and rebuked the tyrant
a bill. He thought it was a one-
bill, but he saw a "V" on It just
as tiie .'.wlffc and subtle head waiter
•>'ithoTiteeeminrtor""To
-—ask-for-it-back-or-for crhange^a^one^
of the most impossible things in the
rid. .
Clay made it as easy tor his new
«lave as he could.
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' u? vSrtnJt iioicQ mui He biiiricu yioicuiiy &s iig
aoat think yon understood\wmcn . n v.„ .nii n-v mnf u
—Crtii-I-ssHr-to-^iiiiwrairtow
one he had indicated before. "That
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M!
I'll?
>ne!" said the head wait-
' , " .
lie led the way, beckoning waiters
omnibuses and snapping his fln-
i Clay ordered a supper as chastely
:t as a sonnet.1 It showed that he
native ability and education
ie art of ordering a meal. He im-
. pressed even the head waiter, and that
is a triumph. That was Clay's pur-
pose. Also he wanted to preserve his
ect and the waiter's attention
in tiie face of the supper that was be-
ing ordered at the next table. That
'■. jrdered, too, but it was not
. . . ' ~
f up t: it was a rnapsody. it was
fired by si man whose guests had
rrlved. When Clay had dis-
ciicd bis waiter he whispered to
aphne: ■ - ' ■ ■
ick Dunne, one of the wellest-
own bachelors in New York..He was
izy about Leila."
"Not Bayard's Leila!"
"Yes, That's really why Bayard got
so quick. He was afraid Tom
steal her. Nice enough
but too much money I"
ie looked at .the big man, and
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
Sfllrfc nor flinch. JDuane yielded and
lrned his eyes to Clay, recognized
and nodded.
illo, -Wimburn-I H'aluyai*
fling fairly snappy," said Clay.
®irm^WTTwim-flpwtrc5iiT
"* *t?' ?air of push-
loitered about, waiting for
3. He looked lonely. Daphne
i of charity and snobbery
"We-were there tonight," saidJDaph<
ne. "She's glorious!"
"Coj play la 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, ajaff he had
not invited Duane to sit down.
Tom Duane looked at Daphne and
smiled'like a boy rebuked. "AIL 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 his warm, friendly hand out
again 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,
was life as Daphne wanted to live it.
But at length she yawned. Her little
hand' could hot conceal the contortion
of her features. '
'Tm gloriously tired, honey," she
confessed, With a lovable intimacy.
"It's the most beautiful supper I ever
had, but I'm sleepy."
He smiled with indulgent tenderness
and said £6"fhe~waiter, "Check1"~
Daphne turned her eyes away de-
cently as the slip of paper on a plate
was set at Clay's elbow. But she
noted that he started violently as he
face.:. He studied it with the grim
heroism of one reading a death-war-
rant. The amount staggered him. He
turned pale. He recovered enough to
say to the waiter, "You've given ine
the wrobg check."
The waiter shook his head. "Oh,
nossalr I''
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 is
believed that the man who does not
audit his restaurant bill is 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 his check as if it were a
trial balance. .
"Ah, I thought so," he growled. "The
bill of fare says that this Montreal
lis!
pwwiwhispered to Clay:
ie poor fellow over here till
come. I'm dying to be able
pwHpxae. tnut • I met.-
ae;u -
r
Id.
m introduced him to
beckoned Duane
' than a motion
(hand,
made
ble
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Patriotism and Pride Helped Her for a
'
starter said, "Cab. sir?" and made to
whistle one up. Clay shook' his h#ad
and walked on toward the monument
of Grant. Daphne .followed. They
went as humbly as a couple of paupers
evicted for the rent.
■ -Daphne-was afraid- to speak. She
saw that Clay was sick with wrath,
and she did not know him well enough
to be sure how ho 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
sb i care whether a waiter smiled or
frowned? But she did care, infinitely.
Daphne could not pump up any en-
thusiasm for 1 he scenery. "Her* lover
took no advantage 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, with ominous
sweetness,-'-'Are you.golng 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 nil? The heroine of an
English novel I've been reading used
to dash offflve or six miles before
breakfast."
Patriotism and pride helped her for
resigned:. ... < ,
"I guess I'm not an English heroine.
I don't believe she ever really did it.
I'll resign! I'll have to ask you to call
me a cab."
"Pretty hard to find an empty one
along here at this hour," he said, and
Urged her on.
take a street car or the subway."
And then he stopped and said, with
guilty brusquerie,-"Have you got your
pocketbook with you?"
"No, I left it at home tonight. Why?"
"Daphne, I haven't got Tfcerit l"
"Why, Clay! you poor thing!"
"That's why I was so rough with the
waiter. If I'd had the money, do you
think I'd have made a row before you
about a few little dollars? Never! You
see, I didn't expect to go out to Clare-
mont after the theater. The ta&f cost-
more, than I expected, and then I gave
the head waiter five dollars instead of
one. I ordered with care so that it
would come out right. But that busi-
ness about the melon finished me. I
lust made it. I never was so ashamed,
in my life. And I had to drag you into
it, and now I'm murdering your poor
little feet."
"That's the funniest joke 1 ever
heard. Why dldh't you tell me before?"
"It's no joke."
,"Why, of course it is! You have
only to go to your bank tomorrow and
draw some more."
He did. not answer this. He said
nothing at alk She had a terrlfied feel-
Ing that his silence was full of mean-
ing, that his bank account would not
respond to his call. She could not ask
him to explain the situation. She was
afraid that he might.
She marched on doggedly, growing
more and more gloomy and decrepit.
Her little slippers, with their stilted
heels pinched and wavered, and every
step was a pang.
"Let's go over there and get on a
street car, and dare them to put us
off," she suggested. ' y
'It's a pay-as-you-enter Car," he
groaned.' ~ ' /v";, '
The world was a different world
now.-rThe^drive-lhat-had been~so tre?
it in a taxlcab was a pathway in Mo-
^jave^
hateful, unpardonable 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 his heedless court ■
with her on motoi- wbi;;s, clipping to
earth now" and then' to sip7 refresh-
melon is seventy-five, cents a portion.
You've charged me three dollars for
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tth a the waiter's -smile. -
^The melon you ordered, salr, was
jiilt, otll. I served you a French melon
instead,"
"Why dldh't you tell mef^7
"I deed not theenk it mettered to the
gentloman." - ^
Clay snifted. He was not to be
" ' ' H such a sop. He shipped
in it.
r trousers pocket*
2 j.
Mlktttli'' C'S
ing off with her again.
And how his wings had broken; bis
gasoline waff gone; Ills motor burnt
out; and the rest of the journey was
to be t!v> Kimo •
She ha<l been leaning heavily on
Clay's arm. Now she put it away from
her in a mixture of pify for him and
he protested,
she said:
while."
So she hobbled, and hobbled by her-
herj. But she kept him away.
And they crept on 4 Uttfe farther]
loving each other piteously.
In the course of time they reached
the Soldiers' and Sailors' monument,
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iV,
e monument;: a
to tilt Its face to eae side and smile.
A motorcar went by with the silence
of a loping panther. Another car pass-
ing It threjw a calcium light on Tom
Duane and his guests and his chauf-
feur. How gorgeously they sped I If
Daphne had had a bit of .luck she
would be with them, soaring on the
pinions of money, instead of hobbling
-.7;.'. ■ ■ —
Daphne 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 final desperate effort she almost
shrieked with the hurt.
"Pll have to go the rest of die way
in my stocking feet," she moaned.
"Not if I have to carry you," Clay
growled. . '
Before he had a chance to curry out
his resolution a taxicab that had de-
posited its fares at an ap&rtmehthouse
above went bowling by with its flag
op. . •
Clay ran out and howled at it till, it
stopped, circled riumd, 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
"I haven't figured that out," said
Clay. "I'll drop you at home and then
take him to my club and see if I can't
borrow from somebody there. If I
can't, Pll give him my watch or the
fight of his 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 sank. 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 .taxlcab swung into Fifty-ninth
street and drew up to'the CTrrb. Clay
helped Daphne out and said to the
chauffeur, "Wait!"
He said it with just the tone he had
used when he said to the waiter,
"Check!"
When Clay had kissed her his seven-
teenth farewell and was wondering
how Jitf could tear himself away from
her without bleeding to death, Daphne
pressed the bell.
Instead of her drowsy mother open-
ing the door half an inch and fleeing
peared in his bathrobe and pajamas.
"Bayard!" Daphne gasped as she
sprang for him. ",'What on earth
brought you home so soon?"
"Money gave out," he laughed.
•"Hello, Clay," he said as he pi
forth his hand. "Mother tells me
you've been secretly engaged to my
sister all this time, you old scoundrel !
How are you? What's the good word?"
"Lend me five dollars," said Clay.
Building
CHAPTER V0„ .
The meeting of Daphne and her new
sister-in-law was not what either would
have expected or selected,.. Daphne
was 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 after a long ocean
voyage, a night landing, the custom-
house ordeal, and the cab ride among
the luggage; and found a mother-in- time,
law asleep in her bed and a sister-in-
law yet to arrive!..,
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 lights, recovering
their little home from the night with
magic instantaneity.
"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 home, and had prom-
ised herself a quick plunge into it for
a long stay. How could she reioice to
find a strange
mother-in-law?
Mother Kip ordered Bayard and
Leila out of their own room and 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. All three exchanged ques-
tions more and more perfunctorily, and
kept repeating themselves. The most
popular question was, "I wonder where
Daphne Is ?A . ' '•:-
They could:not know that she was
hobbling down the mimmem of Riv-
erside drive. She, too, was thinking
longingly of her bed. But long before
she reached it her mother had moved
in and established herself across a
good deal more than half of it It was
jiullish bed in a smallisli bedroom.
Leila fell asleep in her tub and
might have drowned .without noticing
the difference if her yawning husband
.had not saved her Jife—and very clev-
erly: he w&fii too tired to Hit her from
4 the water, so he lifted the stopper and
et the water escape from her. She al-
nost resented the rescue, but event-
ually got herself to bed in a prettily
sullen stupor. ;
From some Infinite depth of peace
Bayard
I ' ' ,"fl?
farther," she said,
"He
r,
ilifflSiai r mm m
e's arrival.
orate t _ , j , _
out before she. was ready.'. This was
the final test of Leila's patience and
of Daphao'f,:. :'' .
It was a tribute to both that they
hated the collision more tU!** each
other. Their greetings were appropri-
ately emotional and noisy, and they
both talked at once in a manner that
showed a certain congeniality.
When at length Daphne went to her
room she observed her mother's extra*
territorial holdings. She stretched
herself along the narrow coastline in
despair of rest. But she was too tired
to worry or lie awake and she slept
thoroughly.
The next morning the three women,
about1 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. waiter
from the restaurant below, was Bay*
ard.■ ' ■ ■
A troop of business worries like a
swarm of gnats had wakened him
early. He had escaped some'of them
in Europe, for' the honeymoon had
beea^a prolonged and beatific interlude
in/his office hours; but marriage was
not his career. His career was his
;ork. and -that Was recalling him, re-.
biking him, as with far-off bugle
alarms. ■ ,
He was so restless that he merely
glanced at the headlines of the paper,
e was preoccupied when he kissed
COMPLETE MIUTAH.Y HIGHWAY
Road From Alexandria to Camp
Humphreys Is Longest Road Out-
side of Cantoi..
(Prepared by the United States Depart"
meat of Agriculture.)
Nine miles of concrete road between
Alexandria, Va., and Camp Humph-
reys, Va„ soon will be ready for use,
marking the completion, of planning
and supervisory work done by en-
gineers of the bureau of public roada
of the United States department of
agriculture for the military authori-
ties. The. road from Alexandria to.
Camp Humphreys is the longest mili-
tary highway outside of cantonments
that has been planned and supervised
IS Was a Tribute t© Both TSiaS TCiey
Hated the Collision Mors Than Each
Other.
his mother and Daphne good morning,
and he paced up and down the dining
room like a caged leopard till Leila
arrived.
Her trousseau had included boudoir
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 the
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 was and they
were, and Bayard drew his 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 J only an
apartment wife, with nearly every-
thing done for her except the spending
Of her time. She had to spend her own
This, breakfast was the funeral of
the honeymoon, and Leila hung with
graceful dejection over the coffee cup.
It might have been a cup of hemlock,
judging from the posture of her woe.
But the lie-brute, attracted by a por-
tion of a headline, had his newspaper
and was gulping it down with his cof-
fee.
He was so absorbed in the mere
clash of two Mexican generals and the
danger of American intervention that
he forgot the all-important demands
of love, and ignored the appalling fact
that he had only a few minutes left
before he must take his departure.
It was a pitiful awakening to the
new Mrs. Kip. She was being taught
Woman th^^¥vSn1tfta^,Bftti waH Important" enough- to-
close at home. He had said that she
was all the world to him, and, behold!
she was only a part of it. He had said
that he could think of nothing else and
desired nothing else but her. No'^-he
had her and he was thinking of every-
thing else. He had to have a <se^s-
paper to tell him all about everything
in- the world. — ~ - j
—The sight of Leila's anguish ovtr the
breakfast obsequies of the honeymoon
chilled Daphne's hope of marriage
bliss like a frost ravening among peach.i
biossoms.
Every feminine reader of this
paper can appreciate the situa-
tlon^ vvfilch Oaphne found her-
aelfwheneheBetouttobuyall
the pretty things that she felt
: «ha .should have before hecom-
1,.. ".i <y'r i <.\0 , r-tor limited
puree did not fit In at all with:
the prices. that confronted; her
«tevei^turnrWtiatdid^aheTh>?
(TO SB CONTINUED.)
As He Understood Orders;
"Ndw," said the thedical'oificer to
the raw recruit, "havin£ taken your
height and chest measurement, we will
try the scales." And the unsophlsti-
one: lhimcdiatel^;:v;:«WJMwnee4
plSil
1
p!
"Better Road.
by engineers of the bureau, although
the total "construction planned and su-
pervised by these engineers aggregates
several hundred miles and covers prac-
tically all the recognized types of con-
struction, from sand clay to first-class
bituminous surfaces and: concrete
and one superintendent of construe*
tlon were detailed to military work by
the bureau in July, 1917, the period of
their assignments varying from three
to fifteen months. .'-■V'.k-fT/"'.
KEEP TRAVELED ROADS OPEN
Highway Commissioned, of Several
Eastern States Plan to Remove
Snow This Winter. '
Highway commissioners or their rep-
resentatives from New York, Connecti-
cut, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania and
Delaware recently met with the High-
way Traffic association of the state of
New York and reported that plans had
been made to keep the most traveled
roads open every day this winter. Of
an appropriation of $1,000,000 made by
New York for maintenance of the
routes used by army' transport trucks
$50,000 is available for snow removal.
In Connecticut the cost of snow re*,
moval on 1,000 miles of highway ag-
gregated about $50,000 last winter, or
approximately $S0 a mile. ~ : ~ ■
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WAR TEACH ES GREAT LESSON -
Soldiers Returning From France Tell
of Many Advantages of "improved
Highway System.
One of the great lessons at home
which the great war taught us is that
of good roads. Ask any of the sol-
diers from "over there" when they
return how they found the rpads and
highways of Europe, and ask especial- ,
ly those engineers and- members of the
motor corps what, in their estimation,
was one of the greatest advantages the
allies had in the transportation of
food and supplies and they will state
that outside of a never ceasing flow of
motortrucks and equipment, the tefceiet-
lent highways' and roa'ds permrtfeB" ifta';
UninFerripted'"use of 'thTs equipment.""
ROAD OFFICIALS TO QUALIFY
Civil Service Examinations Required
of Candidates for Highway
' Offices. ___
Some of the states and cities re-
quire candidates for appointment to
the highway departments to pass a'
Wf
Civil service examination, thus remov-
in? the office, h-om -«
This is. greatly to be desired. Men who
have shown good administrative abil-
ity should be continued in office. In
the communities where this policy has
been followed there Is general , satis-
faction with road and street condi/
tions.
" <V P
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mr
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Carlng for Highways.
" Ift'carmi'w higways^ti
ten times as much as they were a year
ago—nothing could fit the case so well
Cellars for Vegetables.
Storage cellars for vegetables need
A cool temperature. If there Is a fur-
nace in the cejlar, partition off th«
*paCe for storage.
• i Chicken Selective Draft.
„> Coiupg is the selective dlraft appi:
to your flock of chickens.
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