The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-13

M Hunter must nave f6aGl0Q as A far as the Beverly household, and almost he found it in his heart to respect a man with executive ability to accomplish so swift, so sweeping. 80 secret a revenge.
 'HThe old fellow must have had a busy day." Loveland thought, half amused on top of hunger and discour- agement. He pictured the major run ming 1itheIy about since the snub at lunch time up to the last moment be- fore dressing for dinner prejudicing all the friends made on board the Mauretania against the Englishman to whom he had proudly introduced them.
 And, besides, one must grant cer- tain cleverness to a brain able to weave grounds of prejudice against person-nay, personage-important and unimpeachable, as Loveland con sidered himself to be. How Cadwal- lader Hunter had done 1t Val could not imagine. But that the mysterious thing which had been done was the majors work he did not doubt.
 Loveland had conscientiousIy dis tributed all the letters in the after noon and had put the Wa1dorf-As hotel as a New York address on his visiting cards. Now, owing to unfore- seen circumstances (another name for the majors vindictiveness), that ad- dress was his no longer. When peo- ple called, as no doubt they would do tomorrow, they were likely to find that he had vanished into space. Yes, without doubt the best thing he could do was to call tonight at one of the houses where he had alighted in the afternoon He would walk to the near Inf h0 fn 1t, which was the nearest and of which was he certain that he could remember the street and number? He went over the eight or nine names in his head and thought that he had kept them all straight, but to save his life hS could not say which number, which s@eet. appertained to which person.
 This was q dilemma, almost a ca1an1- 1ty. But one address seemed to stand out before his eyes, number in Fifth avenue, and he thought it was a Mrs. Anson who lived there. The house was a handsome one at a corner. He had admired 1t, and as it was not far up- town he would not have more than a mile to travel. He could still make his visit and tell his pitiful tale be- fore 10 o'clock.
 He walked fast. and it was by an effort that the man of the shadows kept him in sight, for Vars legs were long, and his were not. But he did not con- trive to cling close enough to see a tall dgure slowly descend a flight of stone steps climbed with alert hopefulness a Jew moments earlier.
 This time there was a discouraged G1roop of the head and shoulders, a dragging heSitation in the gait, which xeemed 10 show that the wanderer did ifot know what his next move ought 4p be.
 ID At last the watcher decided that he #ad waited long enough. The English *Aan had come to the end of his tether. He was tired out and sick at hearth &hct, precisely in the mood which the Ether had been patiently expecting.
 Loveland walked away from the House where Mrs. Anson was giving
 dinner party and regretted that she
 as unable to receive visitors."e Jim
 Rarborough' friend! Could it be that
 adwaIlader Hunters tentacles had
 1ormed theIp- lives round this lady's
 mpatnfes also. or was the dismissal
 hother coincidence, like that of the Nhnk?
 4sGood evening" said the man who Had caught up with him. speaking kGmewhat5 breathIeSSly, but in 1fiendly voice.
 .I was dining near you at the Wal < fbrf- Astoria explained the unknown S"Oh.v Ioveland said. You were with the Coolfdges, remember" The tfDs of his ears began to jingle. s.Sfy names Milton" the short. dark man introduced himself i've been irving to catch you up for some time. ' 1rt1f.xxyayo31 mat my wife and daugh- for On flle Mauretania That's why was anxious to make your acquafnt-.