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/J 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 igeous night." "You're crazy, darling," he said. "I've got to get to my office tomorrow, sind you've got to get home for break fast." "All right for you," she pouted. But Bt was none too serious a tragedy, and [her spirits revived when the taxicab turned in through the shrubs about the told inn that had once been the home of Napoleon's brother and had heard the laughter of Theodosia Burr and of Betty Jumel in their primes. Daphne did not like the table the [head waiter led them to. It missed *Kth the breeze and the view. "Can't we sit over there?" she said. "I'll see." The head waiter came reluctantly to Hiis beck. When Clay asked for the -table, the answer was curt: "Sorry, sir it is reserved." Clay felt insulted. He whipped out Ills pockcthook and rebuked the tyrant •with a bill. He thought it was a one •dollar bill, but he saw a "V" on it just *is the swift and subtle head waiter nbsorbed it without seeming to. To nsk for it back or for change was one of the most impossible things in the •world.' Clay made it as easy for his new slave as he could. "I don't think you understood which tabJe I meant," he said, pointing to the v. one he had indicated before. "That one." "Oh, that one!" said the head wait er. "Certainly, sir." He led the way, beckoning waiters and omnibuses and snapping his fin sers. Clay ordered a supper as chastely perfect as a sonnet. 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 was Clay's pur pose. Also he wanted to preserve his fefclf-respect and the waiter's attention in the face of the supper that was be ing ordered at the next table. That was well ordered, too, but it was not sonnet: it was a rhapsody. It was ordered b/ a man whose guests had cot yet arrived. When Clay had dis patched his waiter he whispered to Daphne: "See that fellow. That's Thomas "V^jriek Duane, one of the wellest linown bachelors in New York. He was crazy about Leila." "Not Bayard's Leila!" "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 1" 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 flinch. Duane yielded and turned his eyes to Clay, recognized him, and nodded. "Hello, Wimburn! H'ah ya?" "Feeling fairly snappy," said Clay. Duane showed a willingness to come over and be presented, but Clay kept liim off with a look like a pair of push ing hands. Duane loitered about, waiting for Iiis guests. He looked lonely. Daphne felt a mixture of charity and snobbery In her heart. She whispered to Clay: "Invite the poor fellow over here till guests come. I'm dying to be able to tell the people at home that I met the great Duane." Again Clay shook his head. "And that you introduced him to me." Clay nodded. He beckoned Duane «ver with hardly more than a motion of the eyebrows. Duane came with a fluttering eagerness. He put his hand out to Clay and Clay, rising, made the presentation. "You're not related to Bayard Kip, I hope," Duane said, with an amiable frown. "He's my brother. Why?" •'I owe him a big grudge," said Ikmne. "He stole his wife from me, Jt,»t as I was fairing madly in love with her. Beautiful girl, tyour new sis ter." "I've never seen her," said Daphne. "Beautiful girl!" he sighed. "Much tx good for your Brother, infinitely •bi-yoiyl me. Why don't you both move owir to tiiy table? Miss Kemble is to bt* there with her manager. Mighty clever girl—Mijs Xymble. •esu her new pip The Thirteenth Commandment CLAY'S ORGY OF SPENDING GETS HIM INTO AN EMBAR RASSING SITUATION. Synopsis.—Clay Wimburn, a young New Yorker on a visit to Cleveland, meets pretty Daphne Kip, whose brother is in the same 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 goes to New York with her mother to buy her trousseau. Have you S. 4 "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 a 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 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, clandestine, romantic. This was life as Daphne wanted to live 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, but 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 was set at Clay's elbow. But she noted that he started violently as he turned the bill over and met it face to 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 me the wrong check." The waiter shook his head. "Oh, nossair!" 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. "All, I thought so," he growled. "The bill of fare says that this Montreal W 2 Patriotism and Pride Helped Her for a Quarter of a Mile. melon is seventy-five cents a portion. You've charged me three dollars for two portions." A look of pitying contempt twisted the waiter's smile. "The melon you ordered, sair, was all out. I served you a French melon instead." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I deed not theenk It mettered to the gentlaman." Clay sniffed. He Mas not to be quieted by such a eop. He whipped out his pocketbook and laid down every bill in it. He stretched his legs and ransacked liis» trousers pockets and dropped 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 plate from the table, that Clay had not tipped him. In fact. Clay said, "This \ylll be a lesson to you." They slaved down the steps. The By RUPERT HUGHES OopTtlRlit by Harper & Brothers r-5 starter said, "Cab, sir?" and made ft whistle one up. Clay shook his head 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 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 care whether a waiter smiled or frowned? But she did care, infinitely. Daphne could not pump up any en' tliusiasm for the 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 going to walk all the way, dear?" "You said you wanted to, didn't you?" he mumbled, thickly. "That's so." She trudged some distar,.?e farther— a few blocks it was it seamed miles. Then she said, "How far is .'t 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 miles 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 believe she ever really did it. I'll resign! I'll have to ask you to call me a tal)." "Pretty hard to find an empty one along 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 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 a cent!" "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 taxi 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 bus! ness about the melon finished me. just 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 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 and draw some more." He did not answer this. He said nothing at all. She had a terrified 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 Iler 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. "It's a pay-as-you-enter car," he groaned. 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, 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 courtship, flown away with her on motor wings, dipping to earth now and then to sip refresh ments at a high cost, and then swoop ing off with her again. And now his wings had broken his gasoline was gone his motor burnt out and. the rest of the journey was lo be the same old trudge. She had been leaning heavily on Clay's arm. Now she put it away from her in a mixture of pity for liim and of self-reproof. When he protested, she said: "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 tlie Soldiers' and Sailors' monument, and Daphne sank down at '.he base of it. "I can't go any farther," sJis said, "not if I die of starvation.'1' He sank lov.-n at her side. The moon peered fji. tfrem between the columns and the I tcwsfcstftStfr**-- 4--1 THE HOPE PIONEER in •N- calla of the monument, and seemed tilt its .face to eae side and smile, motorcar went by with the silence a loping panther. Another car pass ing it threw a calcium light on Tom Duane and his guests atfd his chauf feur. How gorgeously they sped! If Daphne had had a bit of luck she 'ould be with them, soaring on the pinions of money, instead of hobbling on without it. Daphne took oft her slippers and fondled her poor abused feet as if they were her children. But when she tried thrust them back into her slippers for a final desperate effort she almost shrieked with the hurt. Til have to go the rest of the way my stocking feet," she moaned. "Not if I have to carry you," Clay growled. Before he had a chance to carry out his resolution a taxicab that had de posited its fares at an apartment house nbove 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 lie 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 then ake him to my club and see if 1 can't borrow from somebody there. If I can't, I'll give liim 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. Iiis 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. laid rested enough to think. The taxicab swung into Fifty-ninth street and drew up to the curb. Clay helped Daphne out and said to tlie 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 hp could tear himself away l'roin her without bleeding to death, Daphne pressed the bell. Instead of her drowsy mother open ing the door half an inch and fleeing in her curl-papers, Bayard himself ap peared in his bathrobe and pajamds. "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 put 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. CHAPTER VI. The meeting of Daphne and Jher 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 do^r 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 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 bad 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 rejoice to find a strange woman there—even though she bore the sacred name of mother-in-law? Mother Kip ordered Bayard and Leila oat 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 repenting themselves. The most popular question was, "I wonder where Daphne is?" They could not know that she was hobbling down the wilderness of lUv 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 a smallish bed in a smallish bedroom. Leila fell asleep in her tub and might have drowned without, noticing the difference if her yawning husband baa 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, but event ually got herself to bed in a prettily sullen stupor. From some infinite depth of peace she was dragged up protesting. Bayard elaborate toilet, but Bayard baled her out before she vms ready. This was the final test of Leila's patience and of Daphne's. It was a tribute to both that they hated tlie collision more than 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 wonven, 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 waiter from the restaurant below, was Bay ard. A troop of business worries like a swarm of gnats had wakened him early, lie 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 liis career. His career was his work, and that was recalling him, re buking him, as with far-off bugle alarms. He was so restless that he merely glanced at the headlines of the paper, lie was preoccupied when he kissed n- It Was a Tribute to Both That They Hated the Collision More 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 only an apartment wife, 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. It might have been a cup of hemlock, judging from the posture of her woe. But the he-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 tiike his departure. It was a pitiful awakening to the new Mrs. Kip. She was being taught that she was not important enough to keep her husband's mind or his body •"lose at home. lie 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. Now he had her and he was thinking of every thing else. He had to have a news paper to tell hiin all about everything in the world. The sight of Leila's anguish over the breakfast obsequies of the honeymoon chilled Daphne's hope of marriage bliss like a frost ravening among peach blossoms. Every feminine reader of this paper can appreciate the situa tion in which Daphne found her self when she set 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 wi«h the prices that confronted her at every turn. What did she du? (TO BE CONTINUED.) As He Understood Orders. "Now," said the medical offio-jj to the raw recruit, "having taken your height and chest measurement, wO wll! try the scales." And the unsophisti cated one immediately commenced, IMPROVED UNIFORM IHTERNATIONAl SIIIWSQM LESSON (By REV. B. FITZWATER, D. D.. Teacher of English Bible in the Moody Bibli? Institute of Chicago.) (Copyright. 1S18, Western Newspaper Union.) LESSON FOR JANUARY 26 ISRAEL CROSSING THE RED SEA. I.ESSON TEXT-Exodus 14:13-15:21. GOLDEN TEXT—Thus the Lord saved the Israelites that day' out of the hands of the Egyptians. Exodus 14:30. ADDITIONAL MATERIAL—Deuteron omy 4:32-40 Psalms 7S:1-14 100:7-12 He brews 11:29. The tenth stroke from the strong hand of the Almighty made Pharaoh willing to let Israel go. The tenth turn of the screw of omnipotence brought him to time. The Israelites go out oil their way to the promised land with a high hand. Through the land of the Philistines the journey would have been comparatively short but God com manded them to turn from that way lest going through the land of tho Philistines the.v see war and desire to turn back to Egypt. The Lord had re spect for their needs. "He knowetli our frame, lie rememhreth that we are dust." (I'salms 103:1-1). lie suits our trials to our ability to meet them. The Lord went before them in a pillar of cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night, lie not only thus indi cated unto them the right path, but walked with them in it. God does not deliver and then leave us alone, but becomes our companion. At the Lord's direction they turned from their first •course and were made to face a seem ing difficulty. The Ued sea was before them,, and mountains on either side. The stricken Egyptians had recovered from their sorrow and now saw the Israelites in a situation from which they could not extricate themselves. They interpreted this to mean that Moses was unable to lead them out of their difficulty therefore, they weut in pursuit, hoping yet to prevent them from going out of tlie country. I. The Miraculous Escape of the Israelites (11:1:5-22). They were in a straitened condition but had no reason to fear, for the Lord had led them there. It is safe to be where the Lord leads, I hough every avenue is closed against us. There seems to be a two-fold object in leading them into this peculiar place: to strengthen the faith of the people and to lay a snare for the overthrow of the Egyptians. The people, as usual, displayed their unbelief and even cen sured Moses for leading them -out of Egypt. Moses replied to their mur murs by saying, "Fear ye not, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord." Standing still in such trial Is faith taking hold on God's prom ises. This is hard for the natural man to do. Before the salvation of the Lord can ever he seen or experi enced we must come thus to him. While reposing our confidence in the Lord, there comes a time when we must make our faith active. God said, "Wherefore eriest thou unto me? Speak unto the children of Israel that they go forward." Having had his definite promise, to have prayed long er would have been unbelief. The thing to he done then was to step out upon his eternal promise. The lifting up of the rod simply served as some thing tangible upon which their faitli could act. They were to go forward a step at a time, without raising any question as to tlie outcome for from the same source from which came the command, came the power to obey. The presence of the Lord was adapted to their needs as they went forward. As they went forward tiie very thing which seemed their destruction be came a wall of protection on cither side. II. The Overthrow of the Egyptians (2.'i :27). Having seen tlie Israelites go across dry-shod, 1'haraoh and Iiis hosts mad ly pursued them. They insanely thought that they in their unbelief could follow in tlie wake of God's chil dren. The very things which are a wall and defense to the faithful he come a snare and a means of destruc tion to the enemies of God's people. The Lord looked forth from the cloud and wrought conftftsion among the Egyptians. There is a day coming when a look from the Almiglrty will cause a much greater consternation among the wicked (Revelation 6:16, 17 20:11-13). He not only looked upon them but took off their chariot wheels, which caused them to realize that'God was fighting against tliein. He then directed Moses to stretch forth his rod and bring destruction upon the Egyptians. So complete was the overthrow that it is said that not one escaped. III. The Song of Triumph (15:1-21). Standing on the other shore of the Red sea, they could fittingly sing the song of triumph, because of the mirac ulous deliverance and the overwhelm ing defeat. Instruments of Strength. He is able to bear the crosses of others because he bears his OWD. He can be of use to men because he can do without men. He is ethically ef fective because he is spiritually free, lie is able to save because he is strong to suffer. His sympathy and his soli tude are both alike the instruments of bis strength.—Francis G. I'eabody. Our Helper. He that wrestles with us strength" ens our nerves and sharpens our skill. JJA 1 %•. 33:• I Ji Pi •A 1 I i.