The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-18
CHAPTER KY.
THE MAN WHO WAITS.

THE MAN WHO WAITS.
 T HERE came no cablegram from
 Scotland next day. Loyeland's
 mother did not answer his ap-
 A peal. But Val tried to per suade himself that this was not strange. Perhaps she could not get to- gether such sum as he had asked for without little delay. but she would send as soon as possible. He was as present address ought to be first circle. hades.
 The dollar which remained to him after sending his expensive cry across the sea was gone. He borrowed of lighted to lend. In a day or two at most, Loveland said. he would repay and planned to give Bill a handsome present as well. Meanwhile Loveland passed his time smiserabIy between Alexander the Greats and the Bat hotel or. walking the streets in the desperate hope of seeing some English face he knew. He saw many pleas ant faces. to whom no appeal of sor- row would be made in vain. But they were strangers faces, and he was not a beggar yet.
 Four days dragged by, including one ghastly Sunday, and when there was still no word from Lady Loveland Val began to feel the heavy conviction that none would ever come. Some aw- ful spell had fallen upon him, it seem ed, a curse which made him a pariah even for those who loved him best.
 He thought over his past and real tzed that he had been selfish. Never kr h{ 70 Ni%x others beyond ''poor old chap, so sorry, don't you know," and quick forgetting. but now he was filled with a dumb sympathy for every one who suffered.
 F LoveIand did not always take his meals at AlexandeE's. Sometimes he let 8 meal time pass. toe deeply de pressed to be hungry, or if Bill Wilt ing insisted on food for both there were places where it conld be obtained even more cheaply than at Alexander the (Ireat's--when Alexander h1mseff and not Isilora was behind the coun- ter.
 Val had met the ''boss" now, though not officially. While he had a. few dimes and nickeis in his pocket he patronized the restaurant, glad to have a glimpse of Isidora's friendly, pretty face and a chance to warm himself at the Flowing stove The "boss" regard ed him as a client-a @'queer cuss,' down on his luck, but worth being civil to, for in New York you never knew how mems fortunes might change.
 Nevertheless, Loveland realized that Alexander had as much real kindness of heart for the world in general as 6hylock or tiger
 If you deserved to get on you got on and devil take the hindmost was Alex ander's motto. But lie. loved and sad- mired Isidora. His chief joy in piling up a fortune was for her futuSe, that she might marry well and hand his name on for posthumous- honors- He had already picked out the bridegroom, named Leo Cohen, who would. with 1sidora, carry on the restaurant ana us glory from generation to generation.
 This was Alexander's dream, and woe unto him who should try to inter fere with its fulfllment! But he had no fear of any such dangerous person even when Leo was away drumming up interest for certain firm in the west and tall, handsome. sulky look ing young Englishman was dropping in every day for cheap food and a smile from Isidora.
 On the fifth day the situation passed beyond bearing. Not only was Love