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THANKS TO DUANE, DAPHNE GETS THE CHANCE TO BE CHAPTER IX. Daphne bent her head so quickly that his pressed lips touched her hair. She flung backward and thrust him away and broke from his hold. "Agh!" she groaned. "I suppose I deserve the insult—for trusting you." "I dlfln't intend it for an insult." He followed her with pleading arms. She backed away and found herself In a corner, flushed, furious, at bay. "How dare you?" she stormed, and thought with nausea how often the phrase had been used and with what hypocrisy. It seemed to fall familiarly on his car, for he laughed comfortably. "How "can I help It?" "If you touch me I'll—I'll hit yon." He paused, stared deep Into her tfcyes. "Do you mean it?" "Of course I mean It." "I'm sorry," he sighed. "But won't you let m£ explain?" "You don't have to. It's all my, fault for inviting you here." "Oh, no, I beg you not to think that I'm such a cad." "Please go!" "All right!" he murmured, and left the room. She heard his stick rattle as he took !t from the umbrella jar. She thought: •There goes my opportunity—my ca reer! Well, let it go! It wasn't worth the price!" Duane appeared at the door aprnln to say: "Oh. by the way, that intro fltoction to Mr. Reben. Do you still Arant it?" "No, thank you, not from you. Good by." He bowed farewell, then changed Ms Wind, entered the room and sat flown, and motioned her to a seat as If it •»vere.his house. "?:!fss Kip, may I say one word to pou? I don't pretend to understand you women people. I'm not sure now Just how sincere you are, just how much of a ninny you may think pie for t-eing rebuffed so easily. Experience US no guide. But—well—anyway— witttt I wanted to say is this—there is hardly any man that would even bother a woman unwilling to be both ered if he could only be certain that Ee was really bothering her. Do I tnake myself clear?" "Not In the least." "Well, then, I give up. But I must leave you a bit of advice. You say |rou want to ea»n money. If you do, ••And May I Arrange for You to Meet Reben?" On the stage or In any other business, you will meet a lot of men who will teel it their duty to try to kiss you jit the first opportunity. It's not only because you are so pretty, for I really believe the homeliest girls get the jnost kisses. Perhaps it's because they're not so particular—but, any fcHy, It's not because men are villains that, they try to kiss wonjen, but be cause they're obliging. There Is an aid superstition—I don't know how The Thirteenth Commandment COME AN ACTRESS—IF SHE CAN MAKE GOOD. Synopsis.—Clay Wimburn, a young New Yorker on a visit to Cleve land, meets pretty Daphne Kip, whose brother is in the same office with Clay in Wall street. After a whirlwind courtship they become 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 trous seau. Daphne's brother, Bayard, has just married and left for Europe with his bride, Leila. Daphne and her mother install themselves in Bayrfrd's flat. Wimburn Introduces Daphne and her mother to luxurious New York life. Daphne meets Tom Duane, man-about-town, who seems greatly attracted to her. Daphne accidentally discovers that Clay is penniless, except for his salary. Baynard and his wife return to New York unexpectedly. The three women set otft on a shopping excursion and the two younger women buy expensive gowns, having them charged to Bayard. Bayard is furious over the expense, seeing hard times ahead. Daphne, indignant, declares she will earn her own living and breaks her engagement with Clay. miimiiiiimmmmiiiiHiiummimmmiiiHiiiiimimiHiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiimiinmiiiiiiiiiii nimiiiiinininniiiiiniiiiniiminniniiiiiiniinnniniinninnnimiiinini| false it is, or how true no man call know—but there is a tradition that every woman expects every man she meets to offer her an insult—that's the technical term—as soon as they are alone. "That feeling is whaft women are going to run into every time they try to force their way into business. It will die out, I suppose, to a certain ex tent, as you crowd into our field. It will be one of the last privileges you'll lose. You're already permitted to stand up In street cars and go out after dark alone. By and by you will have to make your advances to the men yourselves in the frankest man ner, Instead of subtly as now." Daphne broke in coldly, "That will be a very welcome day to most of us." Somehow It did not sound convinc ing to her. There was grave convic tion, however, In his response: "It will be a mighty welcome day to us poor men. Miss Kip. For most men haven't the faintest desire to spoon with women. It's hard enough for some of them to keep their own sweethearts and wives sufficiently ca-. ressed. Then there's another thing— if I'm not boring you—I haven't made as long a speech since I was a school boy and recited 'Spartacus to the Gladiators.'" "Go on, please," said Daphne. "A woman doesn't often get the chance of hearing a man tell the truth about these things." Her sarcasm chilled him a little, but he went on: "I just want to say this—it's an old mail's advice to a young woman go ing into business: when a man asks for a job he brings references, and they are investigated or he answers a -lot of questions, and he is given a trial. Or when two men meet in a club or elsewhere tliey shake hands. That handshake itself is a kind of in vestigation of character. They leai'n each other's politics and religion and prejudices as soon as they can. "So when a man meets a woman he is apt to be thrown with a good deal he is apt to say, 'What sort is she?' But the thing that annoys a man most about having to do business with a woman is the fear lhat he will either compromise her or disappoint her. That's the first problem to get out of the way and there's nothing easier for a woman to do than to con vince a man that she doesn't want him to try to flirt with her—if she doesn't." Daphne cried, "In heaven's name, tell me how it's done." "The way to convince him is to be convinced yourself. If you're sincere he'll know it." "But I was sincere with you, and you didn't know it." "I didn't know-it at first, but I soon did—I think—and now that's what I'm driving at all this long while. If you're going into business competition with men, play fair. Every now and then one of them, as soon as he finds him self alone with you, will be polite enough to insult you. But the average man will let you alone if you'll let him alone. Suppose lie does make a mistaken advance, If you could be sensible enough not to get mad, not to feel besmirched, but just take It as a matter of course and say frankly: 'No, thanks, I'm not interested. I un derstand you perfectly, but you needn't bother,' or something like that, and say it honestly, the rest would be plain sailing. "And now, if you'll forgive, me for talking your arm off and if you'll prove it by letting me help j'ou, I'll promise never to kiss you or try to till—till you ask me to.", Daphne laughed refresliedly at his impudence, and he laughed, as well as he might. And they shook hands with comradeship. "And may I arrange for you tp meet Reben "I hate to ask you now. I've no right to trouble you. But I'm terribly anxious to* get a job." "And I'm terribly anxious to get you one." "You're awfully kind," she said, and led him to the telephone. She feit that it would be indelicate to listen, and went back into the liv ing room of the apartment. There Duane joined her in a few moments with the terrifying news that Iteben had said that he might have a chance to place her at once If she could come to his office without delay. Opportunity bouncing out at her like a jack-in-the-box alarmed her. But she faced it plucklly. She put on her hat with trembling hands and went down In the elevator with Duane. They went up in an elevator at one side of the lobby of the theater and stepped out at Reben's office door. A number of somber and despondent persons of a theatrical complexion were waiting tliere also, the wretched Lazaruses of art. Duane spoke to a respectful office boy, who disappeared through a door and returned to beckon him in. With heart bounding high and bubbling at her throat Daphne entered the theat rical world by one of its most gilded portals. The great Reben sat bttlkily behind an ornate table-desk and dismissed a .•still more ornate stenographer with a nod as he rose to greet Duane. Duane did the honors: "Mr. Reben, I want to present you to Miss Kip, Miss Daphne Kip.' Reben. greeted her with suavity and his eyes were even more enthusiastic than his words. Daphne was at her superlative degree and anxiety gave her a wistfulness that was appealing to Reben. Women's charms and wist fulnesses made up a large part of his wares in trade. "Have you had any experience?" "None." "Studied elocution?" "Never. I never spoke a piece in my life." "Good! "Never. them." "Better yet! What makes yoif think you want to act now?" "Money. I want to earn money— get rich." "I see," said Reben, and fell into a profound meditation, studying Daphne searchingly. THE HOPE PIONEER Amateur theatricals?" 1 never seemed to care for Duane seized 1 ho opportunity to rise and say: "Well, I'll leave you two to gether to talk terms. It would be in delicate for me to know just how rich Miss Kip is going to be." lie had no sooner gone than Reben's manner changed slightly and Daphne's courage vanished. Reben 'paced the floor as he talked. His path kept slowly closing in around her like the walls in Poe's story. "You look like Miss Kemble," he said. "You have somewhat the same tempera lent. You like her style of play. That may be your line. I can't tell. Of course I don't'know how well you can act. Perhaps you never could. Kemble is great, but she comes of an oid theatrical family. Of course you have one great capital—your beauty for you are very beautiful. Miss Kip, very. Let mo see your eyes!" He had a right to ask if he were going to hire her eyes, but she looked up cravenly, for the burly satrap was leaning over her. His left hand was on the arm of the chair, his right on the back of it. Ills left hand was grad' ually enveloping hers. It was a fat, hot hand, and his face was so close that It was blurred in her vision. Then she remembered Duane's words. She controlled herself enough to put them to the test. She pretended to look coldly Into Reben's face, and she said, with a brave show of calm: "Mr. Reben, I didn't come here to flirt with you and I don't intend to. I %came mini iiimiimmiimiimiiiiiimumimiifmfiil here for a job as an actress. If this sort of thing is a necessary part of the job I'll go somewhere else." Reben backed awny and stared at her. He was rendered foolish by her rebuff and he stammered, "Why, I— I meant no harm." She went on with the Duane system of treatment: "I know you didn't. You meant to be polite, but you don't have to be so polite to me. I don't expect it and I don't like it." "All right, all right!" Reben growled, pacing the floor again, but in a con stantly receding path. He did not speak. He felt that he had made a fool of himself, and: he was embar rassed. Daphne was so frightened with her success that she got to her feet, say ing: "I suppose this means that you don't want me to work for you. It's true, then, what they say about the stage." "Nonsense! Of course not! Rot! I neVer see most of my people except at rehearsals or performances. I've never spoken to three-quarters of 'em. If j-ou want a job you can have it, and no concessions are necessary. You don't have to make love to me. You make love to the audience, and if you can capture that you can slap my face every time you see me." Daphne was astounded. She was engaged! She was exultant and thrilled with gratitude to Duane for introducing her to this marvelous op portunity and for the wisdom of his counsel. Reben said: "The general under study of the Kemble company has grown tired of waiting for a chance to appear in public. She's quitting me this week for a small part in a road company. You can have her place if you want It. Do youV" By RUPERT HUGHES Copyright by Harper & Brothers "You bet—er—indeed I do. How often does an understudy play?" "As rarely as possible." Dapioe's joy turned to lead. Rfjh^n added: "Buff we don't pay by performances. I'll pay you twenty five a week. You wanted money. There's a little of it for a start. Do you want it?" "Will it lead to anything better?" "It might." "Am I to understudy Miss Kemble?" "Yes, and all the other women roles." "And when do you suppose I'll get a chance to play Miss Kemble's part? Soon?" "Never, I hope." "That's encouraging!" "If Miss Kemble fell ill we'd ordi narily refund the money because she's the star. But sometimes we might have to give a performance at short 4tice. Chances in the other parts might come any day." "And you'll give ine a better chance when you can?" "Indeed I will. If you have the gift, the sooner I find It out and the harder I work It the more money I make. The more you earn the more I make. I'd like to pay you ten thousand a week." "I'd like to have you. All right, I'll try." He pressed a button on his dejk once, then. twice. The office boy ap' peared, followed by the stenographer. Reben said to the boy: "Is Mr. Bat terson here? Send him to me." To tiie stenographer he said: "Fill out a contract for Miss Kip—Miss— What's j^he first name? Miss Daphne Kip. Salary, twenty-five. Make it a three year contract." Reben motioned her absently to her chair and said, rather for Duane's sake' than for hers, she felt: "Sit down, won't you, till the contracts come? and pardon me if I—" He finished the phrase by the deed. The office routine went, on and Daphne might have been the chair she sat in, for all the attention he paid her. She felt rather ungallantly ignored. Still, she had asked to be treated on a business basis. He was taking her at her word. Before the contracts were ready Mr. Batterson appeared. He was one of Reben's stage managers, a worried, emotional little man, worn to shreds with his task of stimulating and cor recting the emotions by which others earned their wages and fame. Reben introduced him to Daphne and explained her new office. Batter son seemed none 'too well pleased with tli'e news that Daphne was ignorant of stage work to the last degree. He had found it hard enough to make the experienced actors read their lines as they must be read unit keep on read ing them so. To teach this dramatic infant how to walk and talk was an unwelcome labor. He took Daphne inlto his office and pulled out a set of parts. When she stumbled over them he cast his eyes heavenward in his swift impatience. He explained them with a vinegary gentleness. lie talked to her of the canons of interpretation. He walked through her scenes and spoke her lines for her again and again and yet again. But somehow ihe could not teach her. He tried everything but beating her. He fluttered her, wheedled her, parodied, satirized, rebuked her, and occasionally he cursed her. She did not rebel even against his profanity, because she had no confidence In her self to support her resistance. She felt that she was ir-.v worse than he said she was whec he said she was worst. She used all her funds of res olution in keeping from throwing down the part and runn?r away in tears. She had none left for asserting her right to politeness. Once Daphne was out in the street again and released from the ordeal of pleasing Batterson, youth and ambi tion brought hope back again. Broad way at twilight wns athrob with en thusiasm and she caught zest from the crowds. She was going home to study, carrying her little set of textbooks like a schoolgirl. But slle felt the wings of conquest fledging at her ankles or the wheel of fortu.tie spinning under her toes. Her very first effort had succeeded. She was a woman vith a salary. She would be no longer a parasite on any man. She had a career and a business as well as the best Of them. Her mother was at home alone. Leila had gone fi1m that tea party to another to which Mrs. Kip was not invited. Daphne's mother greeted her with relief. She told her news with a gush of enthusiasm. It left Mrs. Kip cold, very cold. She was a pious, church-going wom an, Mrs. Kip. She 2md always looked upon the theater a?K n. training school for the still lower regions. She went to plays occasionally, but usually with a feeling of dissipation and worldli ness. Besides it wntf one tiling to see .plays and another to act them. Daphne tried to reason her moths? out of her backwootfs prejudices, but she only frightened hsr the more. Mrs. Kip retired to mom Jo write an urgent telegram to her husband de manding thut he come on at once and rescue his child. She always called him in an emergency sad he alwayn responded. Leila came home otentually full of gossip and triumph Her Dutilh gown had made tremendous success the otliei women wanted to murder her. Mrs. Kip broke in on her chronicles with the dismal announcement of Daphne's new insanity. Leila was al most as bitter in opposition as Mrs. Kip had been, but from quite another motive. Leila had aristocratic im pulses and looked forward to social splendors. She would gain no help from the fact that her husband's sister was a theatrical struggler. Daphne escaped an odious tiattle with her by referring to the need of close study, and retreated into her own room, locking her" mother out. She stayed there, repeating topr lines over and over and trying to remember the action that went with them as Miss Kemble had played it. She had a quick memory, but the intonation of the lines gave her extraordinary diffi culty. She remembered one of Miss Kem ble's most delicious effects. She came on the stage unannounced end, paus ing in the doorway, smiled »vliltnsically and said, "How do you do?" That was all—just "How do you flo?" But she I The Next Day Batterson Telephoned Her That He Had Called a Rehear sal With the Company. uttered it so doliciously that a ripple of joy ran through the audience. Daphne tried to master the trick of it, but with no success. She said "llow do you do?" in dozens of ways, with no result except to render the phrases meaningless gibberish. Daphne flung down the part she was studying 'and flung awny ambition, and went out to tell the family thut she agreed with them. She was confronted by Leila in role of despair. Bayard had tele phoned that he could not get home for dinner. He woukl not be home in time to take Leila to the theater as he had promised. Leila was in a frenzy. She had noth ing to do but wait for her man to come and take her somewhere. Daphne understood the tragedy of the modern wife: dowered with freedom, pampered with amusements, deprived of the blessing of toil, unaccustomed to seraglian torpor, she must yet wait on the whims or necessities of her hus band. Daphne reconsidered her decisions. Better all the difficulties and heart aches of the actress-trade than this prison loafing of wifely existence. She laid something to do. CHAPTER X. The next day Batterson telephoned hur that lie had called a rehearsal with the company. Daphne went to tlie theater in terror, The stage looked utterly forlorn with the actors and actresses standing about in their street clothes. Uiyler the bright lights with the people made up and the au dience in full blcom, like a vast gar den, there would be impersonality and stimulation but the present scene was •as doleful as the funeral of an unpop ular man. Courage was liygely a matter of her superself forcing her reluctant feet forward. A soldier ordered to leave a bombproof shelter for an advance, a playground of shrapnel, has just the struggle with Ills vaso-motor system that Daphne had with hers. With the kindliest smile an nmiabie wolf ever wore Batterson invited the fluttering lamb to come t,o the stream and drink. Daphne came forward in /i trance and heard Batterson say: "Ladies and gentlemen—Miss Kip, our new understudy. Give her all the help you can." Miss Kemble hud graciously chosen to be present for that purpose, though the result was only to increase Daph ne's embarrassment. An imitation in the presence of the living model was a double load to carry. Daphne's hopes of becoming a great actress receive a rude shock, but she is given a chance to show what she can do, and again it is Duane to whom she owes the chance. She is afraid of 'the cfait£'-i.ion under which she if placed, but Duane as j+ji-eo her that she can repay hirn in the end. (TO BtC CONTINUED.) Total membership of the Brother hood of Bookbinders is almost 10,00!' RESCUES DAUGHTER FROM AWFUL FATE Father Convicted of Murder Paroled After Years in Prison. Is Boston.—Granted a pardon through the efforts of his eldest daughter, whom lie had rescued and educated at his expense after her mother had ap parently sold her into a life of shame, Morris, A. Hills, once a prosperous farmer of Longmeadow, walked from the state prison here a free man. On the arm of his daughter, Hills started on a long pilgrimage in search of his youngest children, a boy and Shot and Killed Delahanty. girl, about seventeen and eighteen re spectively, who have been missing for seven years. Hills was a w»'ll-to-ilo farmer. He had a hired man named Delahanty. lie became suspicious of his wife and the farmhand. Mrs. Hills sued for di vorce. llills made no eon test. The divorce was granted. On the night of December 27, 1!M11, llills called upon his former nvlfe to arrange a property division. During a quarrel lie shot anil killed 1 Mahauty. llills was con victed of murder in the second degree and sentenced to life imprisonment, ilills' former wife married again. She Mild her second husband have since died. Hills' three children disappeared. The state parole board, in strongly recommending a pardon for Hills on the ground that lie should have been convicted of manslaughter, said: "A daughter of Hills lias been edu cated at his expense after her mot tier had apparently sold tier into a life of shame. Tlio care and comfort that Hills lias been abb to bestow upon this daughter speak well for the man's high purpose and capacity. The board feels that the affection the daughter lias for her f'lther is deserved by him, and while homicide can rarely, if ever, be justified, it seems to the board that Hills has sif'Tered sufficiently for the crime of which lie pleaded guilty." •j Dives From Falling Tower, Is Uninjured •T •5 Sheiton. Conn.—When passers by saw (he high concrete (lis trihuting tower erected by con- •$ tractors for construction of a brid over the llousatonic river topple and fall into the ij river with Mike Rigger, oiie of $ Ihe workmen, at the top of it •$ they thought a serious accident had occurred. Rigger dived ijj clear of the tower, however, and '•J came up smiling. When the coii- Jo) tractors4 decided to tear down •$ the tower lie was sent to the top to loosen the guy ropes which lield it in place, and says lie had frequently performed the sam feat in other places, on similar jobs. USE TIME-WORN BOX TRICK St. Louis Lunch Stand Proprietor Is Relieved of $2,000 in Lib erty Bonds. St. Loui*.--The time-worn box trick cost Tony Maccki of this city $2,000 in Liberty bqnds. Muccki, who runs a lunch stand, said he became acquaint ed with a young man named "Hugo," and the two had planned to buy and operate a chain of candy stores. Maccki was introduced to an older man, an alleged gold mine operator, who asked Maccki to take care of"$8. DOO for him. Maccki, to show his good faith, drew hjs money from the bank. All the money was supposed to have been put In a biacK box -and given to Maccki to keep until the men returned! When Maccki's wife became suspicious the box was op^nel, and two $1 hills, and pieces of newspaper were found. Girl Tries High Finance. Chicago.—Although only fifteen years old, Helen Itubo tried a dip in high and frenzied finance here recent ly. She wrote two checks, the first one for $35 wWcli she cashed at a grocery, and the second for $25, which she attempted to cash at the same place. But before she made her sec ond attempt the first check came back, so that now Helen is learning that what the Bible says about the way oi the transgressor is true.