The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-11
Lord LOveland Discovers
 America By C. N. AND A. M. WILLIAMSON Copyright. 1910. by Doubleday. Page a Company Copyright. 1908. by
 the Mcclure Company
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 Lord LoFeIand, hardly knowing what he said or did in the persistent night mare from which he could not wake. called the waiter to him from ambush behind his chair. The man came. with eyes cast patiently down, not to meet the angry blaze turned dangerously upon him.
 '"There must be some mistake here" said Loveland, folding up the paper and replacing the three sheets in the envelope with fingers that were not quite steady. sThis can't be for me. You see, there's no name on the thing. You've brought it to the wrong per son."
 'No-o, sir," returned the servant; ''l was told to bring it to you. If there's a mistake, sir, it isn't me who's made it-$
 Every well, then. somebody else has," insisted Loveland. s'I tell you this can't possibly be meant for me. Give the envelope back to whoever gave 1t to you and ask him to hand it to the manager, saying that in error it was delivered to Lord Loveland-"
 .'Yes. sir" The waiter obediently took charge of the offensive envelope and ambled away with it to confer at a distance with the person from. whom it had been received five minutes ago, There were a few gestures, few ehrugs. and then the two approached Lord Loveland's table together
 ''It's quite right, sir,' murmured the newcomer. ''The letter is for you, sir. There's no mistake"
 Deadly white under his brown tan. Val rose without a word, crumpling the en, elope in a hand that itched to clutch some one by the throat and fling ing down a silver dollar for the waiter. The Coo1idges and their party were still at the violet decked table as Love land passed by, but he did not see them. He had forgotten their exist ence.
 "Papa, the major has done it!' ex' claimed Elinor Coolidge, looking across at her father, who sat between Mrs Milton and Fanny.
 "Yes, he has done it,'' replied MT. Coolidge, smiling the wooden smile which was of fair, carved ivory when reproduced on the beautiful face of his daughter. t'I don't know what's come over the major since this morning. He seemed to love that Englishman like son on board the Mauretania, but to- night he fairly jumped out of himself with joy when he heard Van Cotters piece of news"
 "Im sure we were all as nice as we could be to Lord-to him." faltered Fanny Milton, who had drained the lake from her eyes when no one was looking. but only to make way. it seem ed, for a new supply of salt water.
 "Oh. speak for yourself. Fawny, said Mrs. Milton. with her exaggerat- ed English accent. As for me, I"-
 'fWhy, mamma, you were just lovely to him every minute.'' cried the girl. defending herself briskIy. If you weren't married, with a grownup daughter, people might have thought you were in love with him yourself sometimes
 ''Nonsense!' retorted Fanny'S moth CT, darting furious look at her child. '"The way you talk shows you're not grown up"
 "I always thought he was the most coneeited young man I ever saw, broke in EIinor Coolidge q could have boxed his ears, often, and it would bSre served him right. I just enjoy this. It's like play.''
 Well, I think that's real mean of you, Elinor,'' said Fanny. And I don't see how you can feel that way. He looks so pale. It makes me sick to think what he's got to go through, poor fellow, and he's so handsome! Did you ever see anything as beauti- full as he looked just now when he went stalking by us with his head high and his face pale and his eyes like blue fire?"
 "I certainly never saw a British lord as handsome. They don't make