The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-20

Copyright. 1910. by Doubleday. Page 6
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 the Mcclure Company
 glances at her father as she heard the rustic of opening newspapers. But the Pole did not understand the curious questions people whispered to him, BIinkey was stupid as well as sullen, while, as for Loveland himself, none dared to catechize him, so set were his lips, so threatening his brows. E Or course. he suspected that it was he who brought the crowd and ragged in the shame of his burning martyr dom. Alexander had said that he was to be tsused for all he was worth,'' and he was sure that already he was in some way being used. But he did not know how or guess the worst
 His one consolation was that the crowd Alexander had drawn to gaze at the tame marquis was a common crowd. Indeed. he thought there was no danger that the red restaurant would be invaded by the upper classes
 With the feigned indifference of caged white bear for a bank holiday crush the new waiter performed his duties during the day. If the restau- rant were crammed throughout the afternoon, by o'clock there was mob. By ', however, the place began to clear, and Alexander rejoiced, be- cause there was much work for his staff to do before 8. Dishes must be washed and special food cooked and a dozen tables prepared for two crowds that had engaged aceommo- dation in advance.
 One was wedding party of Italians, numbering fifteen The other was something more exciting-a party of '.swells'' who had telephoned for din- ner at 8.
 Laughing and talking, they all trouped into the restaurant-Elinor Coolidge and Comte de Rocheverte, Eva Tanner and Kate Wood. with the handsome Hungarian twins. who were rather sought after in New York just then; Baron Ludovic Zsencha and his brother Paul; last Mrs. Milton and Tony Kidd.
 Tony had intended to drop in at Alexander's in any case to have look at the marquis of Twelfth street, who had been "dtscovered'' by that morn ing's Light. but he would have come on directly after returning from a sec ond out of town expedition if a tele- gram had not been forwarded to tue country asking him to be Mrs: Mill tons escort.
 He was disappointed tc find that Fanny was not going, and his spirits were dashed by the news that she dis approved of the "Loveland sensation,'' for which he knew himself to be large ly responsible. Nevertheless, in man ner he was as gay as the others when the party of eight made it's merry raid upon Alexanders.
 The Italian marriage feast was aI- ready in full swing. But neither the bridal party nor any of the thirty or forty other occupants of the restau- rant were too deeply absorbed in their own affairs to notice the arrival of the "swells.''
 Hello! I suppose we ought to feel honored,'' muttered Leo Cohen. who had just arrived from the west and was paying a surprise visit to the es- tabIishment of his future father-inz law. He had demanded fried oysters and coffee and had greatly enjoyed giving the order to the handsome new member of Alexander's staff.
 Get a move on, if you please" he finished, pointing his black mustache and prodding his white teeth with a gold toothpick as he stared at the man made notorious by today's newspapers Pressing his lips tightly together, Loveland turned away to pass the or der to Black Dick, the cook.
 It was at this moment that Mrs Mill tons party entered the restaurant, and MT. Cohen murnured his comment to Tcid hn ok fa was lowering about that young gentle mans table, looking her prettiest
 Tony Kidd at Mrs Milton's request had telephoned for table for eight, to be withdrawn as far as possible from the big front window, that din ner and diners need not be criticised by the man in the street and as Love 1 laGd pushed back the red drapery, car rying a tray loaded with ice cream for the Italians, he looked straight into the eyes of Elinor Coolidge. Mrs. Milton and the newspaper man, Tony Kidd.
 Not since early morning had he found a moments rest. He had had no appetite and would have had little time to eat even if he had been hun gry. The days work had irrftated and unnerved him up to the last notch of his endurance. No battle of his brief but lively South African experience had cost him, physically or mentally, as much as these thirteen hours of waiting on Alexander's customers, and the sudden sight of those familiar faces, smiling coolly on his shame. came upon him like voIley of bull lets from a quick firing gun.
 Involuntarfly Val took a step back. knocked the edge of the tray against
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