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THE BLACK DISPATCH
The Thirteenth
Commandment
By
RUPERT HUGHES
Copyright br Harper & Brother*
CLAY'S ORGY OF SPENDING GETS HIM INTO AN EMBAR-
RASSING SITUATION.
Synopsis.—Clny Wlmburn, a young New Yorker on a visit to
Cleveland, meets pretty Daphne Kip, whose brother Is In the same
ofIIre with Clity 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.
CHAPTER V—Continued.
—3—
"Tills Is too beautiful to go through
to fast," Daphne cried. "It's wonder-
ful. We ought to walk. Promise me
we 'can walk home. It's such a gor-
geous night."
"You're crazy, darling," he enid.
'Tve got to get to my ofllce tomorrow,
nnd you've got to get home for break-
fast."
"All right for you," she pouted. But
It was none too serious a tragedy, and
her spirits revived when the taxlcab
turned In through the shrubs about the
Did Inn that had once been the home
of Nwpoleon's brother and had heard
the laughter of Theodosla IJurr and of
Hetty Juniel In their primes.
Daphne did not like the table the
head waiter led them to. It missed
bolh the breeze and the view.
"Gnn't we sit over there?" she said.
"I'll see."
The head waiter came reluctantly to
his beck. When Clay asked for the
tnblo, the answer was curt:
"Sorry, sir; It Is reserved."
C'uy felt Insulted. lie whipped out
his pocketbook and rebuked the tyrant
with a bill, lie thought It was a one-
dollar bill, but he saw a "V" on It just
us the swift and subtle head waiter
absorbed It without seeming to. To
nuk for It back or for change was one
of the most impossible things in the
world.
Clay inufle it as easy for his new
pin we as he could.
"I don't think you understood which
table I meant," he said, pointing to the
one lie had Indicated before. "That
one."
"Oh, that one!" said the head wait-
er. "Certainly, sir."
lie led the way, beckoning waiters
nnd omnibuses and snapping his lin-
gers.
Clny ordered a supper as chastely
{lerfect as n sonnet. It showed that he
tad 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 Ciayte pur-
pose. Also lie wanted to preserve his
self-respect nnd 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
a sonnet: it was a rhapsody. It was
ordered by a man whose guests had
not yet arrived. When Clay had dis-
patched his waiter he whispered to
Daphne:
"See that fellow. That's Thomns
Varlck Duane, one of the wellest-
known bachelors in New York. He was
crazy about Leila."
"Not Bayard's Leila I"
"Yes. That's really why Bayard got
married so quick. He was afraid Tom
Duane would steal her. Nice enough
fellow, but too much money!"
Daphne looked at the big man, nnd
caught him looking nt her with n fa-
vorable appraisal. She stared him
down with n cold self-possession of
the American girl who will neither
flirt nor flinch. Duune yielded and
turned his eyes to Clay, recognized
him, and nodded.
"Hello, Wlmburn! H'ah ya?"
"Keeling fairly snappy," snld Clay.
Duane showed a willingness to come
over and be presented, but Clay kept
him off with a look like a pair of push-
ing hands.
Duane loitered about, waiting for
his 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
his guests come. I'm dying to be able
to tell the people at home that I met
Ihe great Duune."
Aguia Clay shook his head.
"And that you introduced him to
me."
Clay nodded. He beckoned Duane
over with hardly more than a motion
>f the eyebrows. Dunne came with a
tattering eagerness. He put his hund
>ut to Clay; and Clay, rising, mude
the presentation.
"You're not related to Bayard Kip.
I hope," Duane said, with an amiable
frfwn.
"He's my brother. Why?"
"I owe him a big grudge," said
Duane. "He stole his wife from me,
|ust as I was falling madly In lore
with ber. Beautiful girl, your new sis-
ter."
"Vte never seen her," said Daphne.
"Beautiful girl!" he sighed. "Much
too good for your Brother. Infinitely
beyond me. Why don't you both move
over to my table? Miss Kemble is to
be there with her manager. Mighty
clever girl—Miss Kemble. Bate yon
Men iter new play?"
"We were there tonight," said Dnph
ne. "She's glorious!"
"Come on over and play in our yard,
then."
Duphne had never met a famous
actress. She was wild to join the
group and to know Tom Duune better.
But Clay spoke with an icy finality.
"Thanks, old man. We've already
ordered." He still stood, and ho hud
not Invited Duane to sit down.
Tom Duane looked at Daphne and
smiled like n hoy 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."
lie put his warm, friendly hund out
again to Duphne 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 seeme
happy, clandestine, romantic. This
wns life as Duphne wanted to live it.
But at length she yawned. Her little
hand could not conceul 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 I"
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 1)111 over nnd met It face to
face. He studied It with the grliu
heroism of one rending n 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,
nossnlr!"
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
f fool. But In Dnplme's set it was
considered the act of a miser. Clay
worked over his check us if it were a
trial balance.
"All, I thought so," lie growled. "The
bill of fare says that tills Montreal
Patriotism and Pride Helped Her for a
Quarter of a Mile.
melon Is seventy-five cents a portion.
You've chnrged me three dollars for
two portions."
A look of pitying contempt twisted
the waiter's smile.
"The melon you ordered, salr, was
all out. I served you a French melon
Instead."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I deed not tlieenk It mettered to the
gentlaman."
Clay sniffed, ne was not to be
quieted by such a sop. ne whipped
out his pocketbook and laid down
every bill In It. He stretched his legs
and ransacked his trousers pockets
and dropped on the plate every coin he
had. lie withdrew a dime and waved
the heap at the waiter.
It was evident, from the way the
welter snatched the plate from the
table, that Clay bad not tipped him. In
fact Clay said, "This will be a lesson
tc yon."
They slumped down the steps. The
starter suid, "Cub, sir?" and made to
whistle one up. Clny shook his head
nnd walked on toward the monument
of Grant. Daphne followed. They
went as humbly as a couple of puupers
evicted for the rent.
Daphne was afraid to speak. She
saw that Clay was sick with wrath,
nnd 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 shume.
The worst of her shame wns that
she was so ushnmed of It. Why should
she care whether a waiter smiled or
frowned? But she did care, Infinitely.
Daphne could not pump up any en-
thusiasm 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
ut him.
At length she said, with ominous
sweetness, "Are you going to wulk 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, "Ilow far Is it home—
altogether?"
"About three miles and n half."
"Is that all? The heroine of an
English novel I've been reading used
to dash off five or six miles beforo
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 n cab."
"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 snld, "and
take a street car or the subway."
And then he stopped and snld, with
guilty brusquerie, "Have you got your
pocketbook with you?"
"No, I left it at home tonight. Why?"
"Daphne, I haven't got n cent!"
"Why, Clay! you poor thing!"
"That's why I was so rough with the
waiter. If I'd hud the money, do you
think I'd huve made a row before you
about a few little dollars? Never! You
see, I didn't expect to go out to Clure-
mont after the theater. The taxi cost
more than I expected, nnd then I gave
the head waiter live 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
just made it. I never was so ashamed
in my life. And I had to drag you into
It, nnd now I'm murdering your poor
ittle 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 hnve
only to go to your bank tomorrow and
draw some more."
He did not answer this. He snid
nothing nt all. She hod n terrified feel-
ing that his silence was full of mean-
ing, that his bank account would not
ipond to his call. She could not nsk
him to expluln the situation. She wns
afraid that he might.
She marched on doggedly, growing
more and more gloomy nnd 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 n
street car, and dure 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 taxlcab was n pnthway In Mo-
Juve. She limped through the hideous,
hateful, uapardonable length, nnd felt
thnt It was n symbol of the life nhend
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 uwuy
with her on motor wings, dipping to
earth now and then to sip refresh-
ments nt n high cost, nnd then swoop-
ing off with her again.
And now his wings had broken; his
gasoline was gone; his motor burnt
out; nnd the rest of the journey was
to be the same old trudge.
She hud been leaning heavily on
Clay's arm. Now she put It away from
her in n mixture of pity for him nnd
of self-reproof. When he protested,
she said:
"I think I'll walk better nlone for n
while."
So she hobbled and hobbled by her-
self, he pleading to be allowed to help
her. But she kept him away.
And they crept on a little farther,
loving each other piteously.
In the course of time they reached
the Soldiers' and Sailors' monument,
end Daphne sank down at the base of
It
"I can't go any farther." she said,
"not If I die of starvation." lie sank
down at her side. The moon peered
at them between the columns and the
cella of the monument, and seemed
to tilt its face to eae side and smile,
A motorcar went by with the silence
of a loping punther. Another car pass-
ing it threw a calcium light on Tom
Duane and his guests and his chauf-
feur. How gorgeously they sped! If
Duphne had had a bit of luck she
would be with them, soaring on the
pinions of money, instead of hobbling
on without it.
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.
"I'll have to go the rest of the way
In my stocking feet," she moaned.
"Not If I have to carry you," Clay
growled.
Before he had n chance to carry out
his resolution a taxlcab that had de-
posited Its fures at an apartment house
ubove went bowling by with its ling
up.
Clay ran out and howled at it till it
stopped, circled round, and drew up by
the bridle-path. Then he ran to Daphne
and bundled her Into it, and guve 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
lake him to my club and see if I can't
borrow from somebody there. If I
can't, I'll give him my watch or the
light of his life."
"That's terrible!" Daphne sighed.
"To think how much I have cost you!"
"Well, I wunted 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 curb. 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 Clny had kissed her his seven-
teenth farewell ond was wondering
how he could tear himself away from
her without bleeding to denth, 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 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 ho put
forth his hand. "Mother tells me
you've been secretly engaged to my
sister nil this time, you old scoundrel!
How are you? What's the good word?"
"Lend me five dollars," said Clay.
CHAPTER VI.
The meeting of Dnpline nnd 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 nnd her lover. She hud reached
the door of the apartment in the mood
of n wnve-buffeted, outswum custaway,
eager for nothing but to lie down in
the sand and sleep.
Daphne could imagine the feelings
of her brother's wife when she
renched her home after a long ocean
voyage, a night landing, the custom-
house ordeal, nnd the cab ride among
the luggage, and fouud n mothor-in-
lnw asleep in her bed and a sister-in-
law yet to arrive!
Bayard and Leila, serene In the be-
lief thnt Daphne nnd her mother had
gone buck to Cleveland, entered the
apartment without formality and went
about switching on lights, recovering
their little home from the night with
magic instantanelty.
Mother Kip's nwakening enme from
the light that Bayard flashed in his
bedroom. Leiln had a lovable dispo-
sition, but she wns tired, and all the
way up in the overloaded cab she had
thought longingly of the beautiful bed
in her own new home, nnd hud prom-
ised herself a quick plunge Into it for
a long stny. How could she rejoice to
find n strange woman there—even
though she bore the sacred name of
mother-in-law?
Mother Kip ordered Bayard nnd
Leiln out of their own room and when
she wns ready to be seen she had so
ninny apologies to mnke 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 nnd more perfunctorily, nnd
kept repeating themselves. The most
populnr question was, "I wonder where
Daphne Is?"
They could not know that she was
hobbling down the wilderness of Riv-
erside drive. She, too, wns thinking
longingly of her bed. But long before
she reached it her mother had moved
In nnd 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 nnd
might have drowned without noticing
the difference if her yawning husband
had not saved her life—nnd 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
was telling heif of Daphne's arrival.
Doggedly bhe l*egan to prepare an
elaborate toilet, but bayard haled l.es
out before she was ready. This was
the final test of Leila's patience and
of Daphne's.
It was a tribute to both that they
hated the 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 women,
about to meet one another by daylight,
made their preparations with the
scrupulous anxiety of candidates for
presentation at court. In consequence,
breakfast was late and the only man
there, except the evanescent waiter
from the restaurant below, was Bay-
ard.
A troop of business worries like a
swurm of gnuts hud wakened hire
early. He had escaped some of their
in Europe, for the honeymocn had
been a prolonged and beatific interlude
in his office hours; but marriage was
not his cureer. Ills career wus his
work, and that was recalling him, re-
buking him, as with fur-off bugie
alarms.
He was so restless that he merely
glanced at the headlines of the paper.
He wns preoccupied when he kissed
It Was a Tribute to Both That The)
Hated the Collision More Than Eacb
Other.
his mother nnd Daphne good morning,
nnd he paced up and down the dining
room like a cnged leopard till Leila
arrived.
Her trousseau had included boudoii
gowns of the most ravishing descrip-
tion nnd she wore her best one to
breakfast. Duphne nnd Mrs. Kip made
all the desirable exclamations ut the
cost nnd the cut of it. Even Bnyurcj
pnid her n tribute.
"Isn't she a drenm, mother? Aren't
you proud of her, Dnph?"
They agreed that she was and thej
were, and Bayard drew his chair up to
the table with pride.
It was the bride's lust breakfast and
the housewife's first. That is, Leila,
was not really n housewife; only nil
npurtinent wife, with nearly every-
thing done for her except the spending
of her time. She had to spend her own
time.
This breakfnst wns the funeral oi
the honeymoon, and Leiln hung with
grnceful dejection over the coffee cup
It might have been a cup of hemlock;
judging from the posture of her woo
But the he-brute, attracted by a por-
tion of a headline, hnd his newspaper
and wns gulping It down with his cof-
fee.
He wns so absorbed in the mere
clash of two Mexican genernls nnd the
dunger of Americnn intervention thnt
he forgot the nil-important demands
of love, und ignored the nppulling fact
that he had only a few minutes left
before he must tnke his depnrture.
It was a pitiful awakening to th(
new Mrs. Kip. She wns being taught
that she was not importnnt enough to
keep her hushnnd's mind or his body
close nt home. He had snid that she
wns all the world to him, and, behold I
she was only a part of it. He hnd snid
that he could think of nothing else and
desired nothing else but her. Now he
had her nnd he was thinking of every-
thing else. He had to have a news-
paper to tell him all about everything
in the world.
The sight of Leila's anguish over tho
breakfast obsequies of the honeymoon
chilled Daphne's hope of marriage
bliss like a frost ravening among penc i
blossoms.
IMPROVED UNIF01M INTEBHAT10HAI,
HH
Lesson
(By REV. P. B. F1TZWATER, D. D.,
Teacher of English Bible In the Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago.)
(Copyright, 1919, by *Vp tf ru Ngwpaper Tnlon.)
LESSON FOR APRIL 20
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 with
the prices that confronted her
at every turn. What did she do7
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
As He Understood Orders.
"Now," said the medical officer to
the raw recruit, "having taken your
height and chest measurement, we will
try the scales." And the unsophisti-
cated one immediately commenced.
"Do, re. ml, fa." etc.
THE RISEN LORD.
LESSON TEXT—Matthew 28:1-10.
GOLDEN TEXT—Hs is risen, t he
said.-Matthew 28:6.
ADU1TK-..AL MATERIAL—Luke 14; I
Corinthians 16.
PRIMARY TOPIC—All angel tells about
the resurrection of Jesus.
JUNIOR TOPIC—The story ef an empty
tomb
INTERMEDIATE TOPIC-The living
Christ.
SENIOR AND ADULT TOPIC-Tha
meaning of Christ's resurrection.
I. The Visit of the Women to tho
8epulcher (28:1).
They came early to see the sepulcher.
Their *eal and love exceeded that of
even Peter, James and John. "Wom-
en were Inst ut the cross and first at
the tomb."
II. The Earthquake (28:4).
This occurred when the glorious an-
gel descended to roll the stone awny
from tf\e tomb. This work of the an-
gel wns not to allow Jesus to escape
but to show that the toinl) was empty.
Christ needed not the help of a glo-
rious nngel, for he was raised up by
his own power as the seal of his aton-
ing work upon the cross. Tim open
toiub and the nngel sitting upon the
stone with calm dignity Is a picture
of God'a triumph over the devil, and
the terror of the keepers Is a sample
of what all of Christ's enemies shall
one day esperlence when he conies In
glory to reign as king.
III. The Angel's Message to tho
Women (28:5-7).
1. "Fear not" (v. 5). While the ene-
mies have occasion to fear, those who
love the Lord receive good news from
the empty tomb. The Lord will not
long leave those who follow him. Id
suspense and dread. The empty tomb
puts an end to all doubts and fears.
It Is the proof that the question of
sin Is dealt with nnd that God Is satis-
fled, carrying with It the assurance of
eternal victory.
2. "Come see" (v. C). The angel
said that the Lord had risen, and i
vlted the women to see the place where
he lay.
3. "Come quickly" (v. 7). The wom-
en must see for themselves and then
go tell the message. Experience must
precede testimony. They were to go
quickly to the disciples with the
blessed message, with the assurance
that the Lord would go before and
meet them.
IV. Jesus Meets the Women
(28:8-10).
The women rendered Instant obedl*
ence and were running to bring word
to the disciples. Jesus met them on
the way. Those who have- an experi-
mental knowledge of Christ should
speedily go to tell others of It. To all
such the Lord will appear and bring
Joy.
V. What Christ's Resurrection
Guarantees to Us (1 Cor. 15).
1. The integrity of the Scriptures
(vv. 3, 4). The Old Testament Scrip-
tures told of the advent, death and
resurrection of Christ. Christ's resur-
rection gave the seal of authentication
to them. Christ rebuked the disciples
on the way to Emmaus for their dis-
belief of the Scriptures concerning the
resurrection (Luke 24:13-26).
2. The reality of the divine person
(Rom. 1:4). Jesus claimed to be one
with the Father. He predicted hit
coming forth from the dead (Matt.
16:21). He declared that no one
could tnke his life from him. He had
power to lay his life down and tnke
it up again (John 10:15-18). He died
because he willed to do so. The life
which he laid down must be resumed
at the completion of his sacrificial
work. His coming forth from the
grave proved that he wos what he haH
claimed to be.
3. The sufficiency of Christ's aton-
ing sacrifice (Uom. 4:25). On the
cross Christ exclaimed, "It Is finished."
By the resurrection God declared to
the universe that an adequate remedy
for sin had been provided. The resur-
rection of Christ Is God's certificate
thnt an adequate sacrifice has been
provided for sin.
4. Our life and Immortality (1 Cor.
15:20). He Is the first fruits of them
that slept. "Because I live ye shall
live also." The guarantee that innn In
the Integrity of his being spirit, soul
and body shall live again Is furnished
us In Christ's death and resurrection.
Promoting Happiness.
God has given understanding to
man, to be employed for his glory lu
promoting the happiness of his crea-
tures; and In nothing that belongs to
earth can the human understanding
be more worthily employed thnn in
the researches of science and In the
works of Invention —Chief Justice
Chase.
Absorbing the Bible.
Reading God's Word Is one thing;
to look at It In the right light is an-
other. It Is like this: A man may
see the figures on the dial, but he can-
not tell how the day goes unless the
sun shines on the dial. So. also, is
reading the Bible—unless the spirit
shines within our hearts It Is likely
thnt we will not get the correct Inter-
pretation.
Lord Never ForgetSi
"The I.«rd never forgets anyone be-
cause be Is little."
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Dunjee, Roscoe. The Black Dispatch (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Ed. 1 Friday, April 18, 1919, newspaper, April 18, 1919; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc152127/m1/2/: accessed April 26, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.