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•f I PTHIRTECNTM EDMMANDMCNT & RUPERLHUGHES CHAPTER VI—Continued. Her sympathies would ordinarily have been with her brother in any dis pute between him and his wife. But this was a dispute between Bayard and love. It was sacrilegious for him (to go on reading the Times when his ibride had so much more important things to discuss. He heard her dis cuss them as through a morning paper darkly, and he made the wrong an fitters, and finally he snatched out his "Watch, glared it in the face, gasped, and attacked the last of his breakfast like a train-catcher at a lunch-counter. It was thus that he heard Leila wail, "'What's to become of me all morn ing?" Bayard stared at her sharply, but epoke softly enough: "Why, I don't know, honey. There ought to be plenty for you to do. The Lord knows there's enough for me at the offi ce." "All right," sighed Leila. "I'll be brave and worry through somehow, till Doon, with my sweet new sister's help. But we'll come down and lunch with you. About what time do you go out to luncheon, By?" This brightened her in a way he had not expected, and a little too far be yond his hopes. Gloom left her face like a cloud whipped from before the Bun.' She dazzled him with her smile. "Oh, I know what to do! 'Daphne and your mother and I can go shop ping." Bayard's heart flopped. He won dered what on earth more there was In the shops that she could want to buy. She had come to the marriage With her trousseau only partly com pleted, ofl account of the haste of the •wedding. But she had bought and bought in Europe. She had made his honeymoon anxious by her rapacity for beautiful things to wear. And now that they had come to New York with their old trunks bulging and new trunks bought abroad bulging, and had paid a thumping sum at the custonf house, now she was still eager to go shopping! What he wanted to do was to quit buying for a while and sell something. He did not say this. Love was slip ping the bandage off one eye but it had not yet removed the sugar stick that stops the tongue from criticism. Leila grew more cheerful at a ter rifying rate: "Go on to your old luncheon, my dear child, and Daphne nnd your mother and I will go on a epree in the shops. Then we'll all have a banquet tonight and a theater, and if we're not too tired, a supper and if you're very good I'll take you to one of those dancing places afterward. I'll buy the theater tickets myself. I'll get good ones. I want to save you as much trouble an I can, honey. So run along to your office and don't worry about us. But you must miss me— frightfully! Will you?" He vowed that he would, and he meant it. She was a most missabie creature. He rose to leave, but she stopped him to say, "What play shall we see?" This was the occasion for elaborate debate till Bayard gave signs of trum peting his wrath' and bolting. Leila graciously released him only to call him back to say that he had for gotten his newspaper. "I left it for you. Don't you want to read it?" he asked. "I can get another at the subway station." She shook her head: "There's noth ing interesting in the papers. I'm just from Paris, and I know more about the fashions than they do." coFr/tmrby Mffflnth.efunnens t^tCVgffS DAPHNE, AIDED AND ABETTED BY HER SISTER-IN-LAW, SUCCUMBS TO LURE OF THE SHOPS. Bayard's answer was discouraging: "This is one of the three days a week when the heads of the firm always lunch at Delmonico's in a private room. I'm afraid I can't lunch with you to day." "And you'll leave me this whole ter rible day? I can never exist so long Without you." "I'm mighty sorry, honey. But men inust work, and-so-forth. I've been eway too long. The office needs me. And I've spent a lot of money, and I've got to go down and earn some more to buy pretty things for my beauty." 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. Daphne's brother, Bayard, has just married and left for Europe with his bride, Leila. Daphne and her mother install them selves in Bayard's flat. Wimburn introduces Daphne and her mother to luxurious New York life. Daphne meets Tom Duane, man-about town, who seems greatly attracted by her. Daphne accidentally dis covers that Clay is penniless, except for his salary. Bayard and his wife return to New York unexpectedly. Bayard shuddered a little, inly. The times were epic. Immortal progress was being made as never before: an cient despotisms were turning into re publics, republics were at war with one another constitutions, labor prob lems, life problems, all social institu tions, were being ripped up and re made, all the relations of masters and men, mistresses, children, wives, ani mals. Yet Leila said there was nothing in the papers! Hevoiutionary news meant to her a change in the fashion in sleeves, the shift of the equatorial waistline a trifle nearer the bust or a trifle nearer the hips, the release of 1 lie ankles from tight skirts. The great rebellion in her world was the abrupt decision of the dressmakers that after years of costumes clinging more and more closely to the human outline they would depart from it in every way possible. Leila^was-interested vitally in what womerf would wear and what they would leave off, and grandly in different to which nations were shoot ing at which. Bayard hesitated, ap pealed again to his watch, gasped at the hour and the minutes, kissed Leila violently, kissed Daphne and kissed his mother nnd rushed for the door. Leila put out her arms again. "I must be last," she cried, and as he bowed into her arms she kissed his ear and whispered, "and first, too, and all the betweens." Bayard was a business man from his cradle days. He loved promptitude, lie blushed to arrive late at his office and set a bad example to his stenog raphers and clerks. It was his creed that success comes to those who arrive earlier on the battlefield than the oth ers, fight harder, stay longest there, and end every day with the next day's maneuvers clearly realized as part of the next month's campaign. There was need for concentration in his business, for he had brought back from Europe a sense of great disaster in the air. And there was no encour agement in American business except an instinctive feeling'that the worst must be over because it had lasted so long. CHAPTER VII. It was a time when everybody was cutting down appropriations, reducing expenses. Cities, counties, states, na tions were all paying the penalty of I In the Window on a Dummy With No Head, No Feet, and a White Satin Bust Hung a Gown That Seemed to Cry Aloud to Daphne. former extravagances by present econ omies. Rich people were positively boastful of their penuries. The three women assailed a list of things for Daphne's trousseau with the rainiessness or an .. .' -Ti tee. They cut out this and that, de cided that this gown could be omitted or postponed, that waist could be had in a cheaper quality, these parasols were not really necessary, those stock ings need not be so numerous all at once. And yet even Mrs. Kip admitted that the whole array was far beyond the reach of her husband's means. Still she insisted that he could provide a partial trousseau at least. She herself would "go without things" for ten years if necessary. Daphne, however, was haunted by the vision of her father's harrowed, money-hungry face. When her mother reminded her that it was his last chance to do anything for her, she re torted, "Yes, and it's my last chance to do anything for him." Her pride was wrung by her plight. She must either go shabby or cause acute distress to one or both of the men that were dearest of all In the world to her. She must leave behind her a burden of debt as a farewell tribute to her father, or she must bring with her a burden of debt as her dot "No!" she cried, with a sudden im patient slash at the Gordian knot. "Clay will have to take me just as I am or take back his diamond ring he wished on me." Her defiance was not convincing. Her mother protested: "It's not Clay that 5»ou have to con sider. He'll never know what you have on. It's the guests at the wed ding—and your old friends and the neighbors. You don't want them to think we're poor and that your father is marrying you off cheap, do you?" Daphne flared back, "It seems mighty foolish to go and make yourself reail.t poor in order to keep from seem ing poor, especially when you never fool anybody except yourself!" Leila, with the magnanimity of a na tive spendthrift, tried to soothe the fever of the rebel: "Let's go prowling around, anyway. I may see something I want for myself. Bayard dragged me away from Paris before I had finished shopping. There are several things I need desperately." THE HOPE PIONEER auditing commit The three wise women set forth: they joined the petticoated army pour ing from all the homes like a l.svee en masse, a foray of pretty Iluns. They reached the alluring place where the famous Dutilh, like an amia ble Slephistopheles, offered to buy souls in exchange for robes of angelic charm. In the window, on a dummy, with no head, no re(-t, and a white satin bust, hung a gown that seemed to cry aloud to Daphne: "I belong to you and you belong to me! Fill me with your flesh and I will cover you with an aureole." The three forlorn women understood the message instantly. They looked at one another, then, without a word, en tered the shop, doomed in advance. Leila was known to Dutilh and he greeted her with an extravagant im pudence that terrified Mrs. Kip: "You little devil!" he hissed. "Get right out of my theater. How dare you come here after letting somebody else build your trousseau?" Leila apologized and explained and he pretended to be mollified as he pre tended to have been insulted. Having thus made the field his own, he turned to Daphne, studied her frankly with narrowed eyes as if she were asking to be a model, and sighed: "Oh, what a narrow escape!" D.aphne jumped and gasped, "From what?" "That gown in the window, that Lan vin that was born for you. You must have seen it—the afternoon one in parchment-toned taffeta and tulle." The women, astminded by his intui tion, nodded and breathed hard, like terrified converts at a seance. He was referring to the one that belonged to Daphne, and he ordered her to get into it at once. She demurred: "I'm afraid of the price. How much is it, please?" "Don't talk of money!" Dutilh stormed. "I hate it! Let's see the gown on you." He called one of his tawny manikins. "Help Miss Kip into this gown, Maryla." A mournful-eyed beauty led Daphne into a dressing room and acted as maid. Daphne stepped out of her street suit into the Parisian froth as if she were going from chrysalis to butterfly. Maryla was murmurous with homage as she fastened it together and led Daphne forth. Mrs. Kip felt as if she had surren dered a mere daughter and received back a seraphic chfmgeling. Daphne was no longer a pretty girl she was something ethereal, bewitched and be witching. If she could own that gov.n her mother would be repaid for all her pangs from travail on. She would ac cept the gown as advance royalty on any future hardships. Daphne looked about for Leila, but Leila was gone. She reappeared a moment later in a costume almost more delicious than Daphne's—a tunic of peach-blow tulle caught up with pink rosebuds and hanging from a draped bodice of peach-blow satin that formed a yoke low on the hips. Arid there was a narrow petticoat of peach pink satin. It was as if peaches had a soul, as perhaps they have. Perfect happiness is said to need a bit of horror to make it complete. The happitiess of the two girls did not lack that element. The price of their glory furnished It. They asked the cost with anxiousness. Said Dutilh: "To Miss Kip I'll let it go dirt cheap for .three hundred and twenty-five. The Site. Miss—er—Mrs. Kip has on I'll give away for—ummh, well—say the stun'.- price." Daphne and Tier mother were sick ened. But Daphie was suffering one of those gusts of mania that ruin peo ple. Her soul of souls clamored to wear that very gown that very after noon. Even to take it off would hurt like flaying. Leila had the same feeling. Her ap petite for resplendent gowns had grown with exercise. Dutilh took pity on them: "Look here," he said, 'Til make the price two hundred and seventy-five. It's giving them away, but you are .such visions in them!" It was a big reduction, but it left the price still mountain high. "I want something to wear tomor row afternoon," Leila said. "I've got to go to a tea and my sister has to go with me." Daphne had not heard of the tea, but she wanted somewhere to go in that gown. Dutilh smiled: "Nothing easier. Take the duds with you or let me send them. Where are you living now?" Leila made a confession: "The trouble is, Mr. Dutilh, that I'm just back from Paris and I haven't a cent left, and Miss Kip is buying her trous seau and has spent more already than she expected to." Dutilh rose to the bait that he had expected them to dangle: "That's simple. Why not open an account with me? Take the gowns along and pay me when you like." Leila mumbled, "I should have to ask my husband." Daphne said, "My father wouldn't like me to start an account." "Charge it to your sister's account, then, and pay her." "You say you wOuld charge them both to me?" said Leila. "Certainly," said Dutilh. "Send them, then," said Leila, with imperial brevity. "Thank you," Dutilh smiled. "You shall have them this afternoon. And mi\ A "He's Awfully Rich, I Suppose," Said Daphne. by the way, I've just remembered a marvelous design by Paul Poiret's. Let me show it to you." "Come quick let's run," said Daph ne, and she hurried out of the infernal paradise. They dawdled on, down the avenue, pausing at window after window, each flaunting opportunities for self-im provement. But Daphne's joy in her new gown was turning to remorse. She was realizing that that parchment toned taffeta needed parchment-toned stockings and slippers and a hat of the same era as the gown. She was startled from her reveries by the sudden gasp of Leila: "If there isn't Tom Duane just com ing out of his club!" "I met him last night," said Daphne. "You did? Did he say he knew ine?" "He said that Bayard stole you from him." Leila was flattered, but loyal: "Non sense. I was never his to steal. I never loved him, of course. It wouldn't have done any good if I had. Tom Duane's a nonmarrier." "He's awfully rich, I suppose," said Daphne. "N, not rich at all, as rich people go. But he was mentioned the other day in the will of an old aunt he used to be nice to. He's nice to everybody." Duane met them now and paused, bareheaded, to greet Daphne with flat tering cordiality. She was greatly set up to be remembered. She presented him to her mother, who was complete ly upset at having to meet so famous an aristocrat right out in the street when she was still flustered over the ferocious price of Daphne's new dress. ^Will you have a bite of lunch with me?" asked Duane. "We were just going to have some thing somewhere," said Mrs. Kip. "My husband would object," said Leila. "I'm not inviting you," said Duane, "I'm inviting the genuine Mrs. Kip. You may come along as old married chaperon, if you have to." "But Miss Kip is engaged." "So I suspected. That's why I'm inviting her. I feel safe." As they turned east into Forty fourth street and entered Delmonico's the carriage man saluted Dunne, pedestrian as he was, called him by name, and seemed to be happier for seeing him. The doorman smiled and bowed him in by name, and Duane thanked him by name. The hat-boys greeted him by name and did not give him a check. The head waiter beamed as if a long-awaited guest of honor had come, and the captains bowed and bowed. I'uane did not ask his guests what they would have. The head waiter told him In a low voice what lie ought to have. Daphne rejoiced All luxury was music to her. Fine clothes, fine foods on fine dishes, fine horses, motors, fur nitures, fine everything, gave her an exaltation of soul like the thrill of a religion. New York was heaven on earth. The streets were gold, the buildings of Jas per, and the people angels—good angels or bad. as the case might be, but still angels. She wanted to be an angel. Among the squads of men and wom en camped about the little tables she made out Sheila Kemble again, in a knot of elderly women of manifest im portance. 'Isn't that Sheila Kemble?" Daphne asked. "Yes, that's Sheila," said Duane, and he waved to her and she to him. He turned back to Daphne. "Awfully nice •girl. Like to meet her?" 'I'm crazy to." 'I'd bring you together now, but she's completely surrounded by grandes dames." He named the women, and Mrs. Kip gaped at them as if they were a group of Valkyrs In Valhalla. It startled her to see them paying such court to an ictress. She said so. "All great successes love one an other," Duane explained. "Those old ladies were geniuses at getting born in the best families, nnd Sheila has earned her place. She looks a bit like your daughter, don't you think?" Mrs. Kip tilted her head and studied Miss Kemble and nodded. She made the Important amendment. "She looks like she used to look like Daphne." "That's better," said Torn Duane. "Miss Kip might be her understudy." "How much does un understudy get?" said Daphne, abruptly. "I haven't the faintest idea!" Duane exclaimed. "Not much, I Imagine, ex cept an opportunity." "Is it true that Miss Kemble makes so much?" "I'd like to trade incomes with her, that's all. Her manager, Iteben, was telling me that she would clear fifty thousand dollars this year." Mrs. Kip was aghast. Daphne was 'electrified. She surprised Duane with another question: "You said Miss Kemble was married?" "Yes, and has children, and loves her husband. But she couldn't stand idleness. She's just come back to the stage after several years of rusting in a small city." Daphne fired one more question point-blank: "Do you think I could succeed on the stage?" "Why not?" he answered. "You have—with your mother's permission —great beauty and magnetism, a de lightful voice, and intelligence*. Why shouldn't yOu succeed? You would probably have a peck of trouble get ting started, but— Do you know any manugers?" "I never met one." "Well, if you ever decide that you want to try it, let me know, and I can probably force somebody to give you a job." "I'll remember that." said Daphne, darkly. She said nothing more while the luncheon ran Its course. The women got rid of Tom Duane gracefully—Leila asked him to put them in a taxicab, as they had still much shopping to do. They rode to a department store, and Leila started another account. They rode back to the apartment. There they found a day letter from Daphne's father to her mother. "As you see by papers big Cowper firm failed today for ten million dol lars this hits us hard you better come home not buy anything more situation serious but hope for best don't worry well love. WESLEY." Mrs. Kip dropped into a chair. The shock was so great that it shook first from her a groan of sympathy for her husband. "Your poor father! And he's worked so hard and been so careful." Bayard came home late for dinner and in a state of grave excitement. The great Cowper wholesale establish ment had fallen like a steeple, crush ing many a house. Indirectly it had rattled the windows of Bayard's firm had stopped the banks from granting an important loan. Bayard spent a bad day downtown. The news of his father's distress was a heavy blow. But he tried to dispense encouragement to the three women who could not quite realize what all the excitement was about, or why the disaster of a big chain of wholesale stores would be of any particular importance to them. Bayard was just saying: "I tell you, Leila honey, I was the wise boy when I grabbed you, for now I've got you, and I need you. Thank the Lord I'm not loaded up with debt. I've kept clear of that." Daphne is confronted by a sit uation that forces her to make the most momentous decision of her life and she makes it with out the slightest hesitation. You will not want to miss reading about this in the next install ment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Builder of Pagoda. The Burman, if he acquires wealth, must also acquire merit—"Kutha"— and this he must do by building a pagoda on which shall be set out on a marble slab how much money he sp^nt on building it. He likes people to address him as "Builder of a Pa and he will say to his wife be Iforc others: "Oh, wife of a builder of a pagoda 1" IMPROVED UNIFORM IRTERNAT10NA& SMFSOIOOL LESSON (By Rev. P. 13. FITZWATER, D. D„ Toaoher of English Bible in the Moody Bible Institute ot Chicago.) (Copyright, 11H8, Western Newspaper Union.) LESSON FOR FEBRUARY 2 THE GIVING OF THE MANNA. LESSON TEXT-Exodus 1C:1-3G. GOLDEN TEXT—Give us this day our daily bread.—Matthew 0:11. ADDITIONAL MATERIAL—Deut. 8:1 20 John 6:29-51. PRIMARY TOPIC—God's gltt of food.— Bx. 16:11-15. JUNIOR TOPIC—Dally food in the des ert. Memory Verses—Matt. 6:21, 26. INTERMEDIATE TOPIC-Our dailr dependence upon God. SENIOR AND ADULT TOPIC—Poverty and providence in our (lay* I. Lusting for the Flesh Pots of Egypt (16:1-30). 1. Murmuring against Moses and Aaron (vv. 1-3). As they journeyed from I'llnt Into the great wilderness they became con scious of the scarcity of some Af the things they had enjoyed even in Kg.vp tlan slavery. Only a few days ago they were singing God's praises for their wondrous deliverance at the lied Sea (Ch. 15). Now at the beginning of their privation they are murmur ing. They utterly lack spiritual per ception. They were a five people on the way to their own land. What did It matter, with such prospect, though they were a bit hungry? This complaining showed a base in gratitude and WHS most dishonoring to God. Unthankfulness Is a sign of heart corruption (Iloni. 1:21). 2. God's answer to their murmur ings (vv. 4-12). (1). He promised to rain bread from heaven (vv. 4, 5). His purpose in this was to teach them Suit "man doth not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of the Lord." (Dent. 8:3). The manna was given by God, but the people must gather it. (2) He promised to give them a vision of his glory (vv. 0-10). This served as a warning and tin en couragement. Despite their uiurmur ings against him he invites them to come near unto him. Wonderful grace that sinful, ungrateful men should be permitted to come near to God! (.'!) Flesh arid bread promised (vv. 31, 12). God answered the cravings fit' the people by giving them quails and man na to eat. How gracious is our God! II. Quails and Manna Given (10:13-15). At the appointed time God gave the Israelites the promised food, lie first allowed them to feel their need, to show that man's highest, need is to be liewR God and rely upon him for all needs (Deut. 8:2, 3 Matt. 4:3, 4). lie then displayed his glory, showing that he was able and willing to supply their need if they would obey him. 1. In the evening the quails came up. (v. 13). Since they desired flesh he gave them flesh to eat. This is an example of the patience and long-suffering of God. How he caters to the whims of his vacillating children! 2. In the morning God gave the manna (vv. 14, 15). The Israelites did not know what It was. They exclaimed: "What is It?" Moses told them it was the bread which the Lord had given them to eat. III. The Responsibilities of the Is raelites (16:16:31). 1. They must gather a certain ration daily (v. 10 cf v. 4). This was to test their faith. They must look to him for their daily bread (Matt. 0:11). 2. Every man was to gather for him self (v. 16 cf v. 20). The manna typified Christ (John 0: 33, 51). As each man was to gather for himself so each one must appro priate Christ for himself. 3. The ma*ina must be gathered fresh every morning (v. 21). This was to be done early, before the sun was up. Christ, our manna, should be taken each day, and the first tiling in the day (John G: 57). 4. They must not gather in excess of one day's supply (vv. IS, 20). That which was in excess of the day's supply became corrupt. Chris tians should make use of the gifts be stowed by God. God's graces are only good when put to use. 5. The manna must be eaten to pre serve life. They were- in the wilderness, so could only live by eating of the food which God gave. In the wilderness of this world only those who feed upon Christ, the true manna, have eternal life (John 6:50, 51). 6. Due consideration should be given to the Sabbath day (vv. 22-31). A double portion was to be gathered the day before. IV. Manna Kept «is a Mepiorial (16: 32-36). This was to be kept as a reminder of God's favor in supplying them with bread in the wilderness for forty years. Help From Nature Study. 'L'he study of nature is well phasing to God, and is akin to prayer. Learn ing the laws of nature, we magnify the first inventor, the designer of the world and we learn to love him, for great love of God results from great knowledge.—Leonardo da Vinci. Think First Upon God. In the morning, when you awake, ac custom yourself to think first upon Qod, or something In order to his serv ice nnd at night, also, let him closa (hi tie eyes.—Jeremy Taylor.