The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-11
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dred times more exciting than he could see at any theater. He went straight from the restaurant to the long row of desks in the hotel office for heart to heart talk with the clerk he had inter viewed in the morning. Then, having made the impression and obtained the assurance he desired, he searched for other acquaintances in that vast deco rative corridor of marble, facetiously known as ''Peacock alley"
 Meanwhile LoveIand ordered his dia- ner, though not quite as carefully as he would had 1t not been for the dis agreeable little incident which he tried to forget as if it were but one more in the series of pin bricks. As he had no money at present to pay for it he thought he might as well drown his vexations in champagne and asked for a bottle of the brand he liked best without even inquiring the New York conception of it's price.
 As the waiter would have gone off with the order Val called him back on a sudden thought Do you know the names of the people at tue table where stopped2"
 'sYes, sir,'' replied the man. 'They are very we'll known here. We, often have them dining and lunching. MT. Coolidge is a millionaire. He and his daughter are just back from Europe, and Mrs. and Miss Milton too"
 t'Yes, yes,'' said Loveland inpatient Iy. ''I know all that. But the others ?''
 "Oh, the smooth shaved gentleman with the black hair and prominent eyes-he's MT. Milton, Mrs. MIton's husband-rather 8 gay sort of gentle man, sir. The story is he and Mrs. Milton don't get along very pleasantly. ThereH be plenty here tonight will be interested seeing them together just after her coming home with the young lady. And the other gentleman, sir the good looking young one with the dark mustache-that's one of our greatest New York swel1s, MT. Henry van Cotter. He"-
 sThank you-that will do,'' broke in Loveland, suddenly annoyed by the servants knowing loquacity. The name of Henry van Cotter had in such connection stirred dim sense of discomfort within him. This Van Cotter was one of Harborough's friends. Val had left Jim's letter and a visiting card this afternoon at a huge palace of an apartment house.
 
 At last he saw his waiter coming back and was about to ask irritabIy whether the man thought 1t was to- morrow's breakfast he'd ordered when a sealed envelope of the hotel paper was laid on the table in place of the expected oysters.
 The servant discreetly retired out of sight behind his lordship's chair like little boy who has lit a squib and awaits the explosion, and Loveland tore open the envelope, which, v@xy oddly, he thought, was not addressed.
 'EStr,'' he read in neat typing, "the management of the hotel present their compliments and inform you that the suit you are occupying will be required from this evening; also that they regret they have no other room to place at your disposal. They therefore 1nclose your account up to date and request the favor of immediate payment Should you wish for dinner and wine they would be obliged if you would kindly pay in advance. The bill for same Gas ordered by you) is inclosed separately from the other account"
 There was the bill staring up at him as he stared down at it:
 Private parlor, bedroom and bath. $75.oo
 Tor ....................... GRO Wine ......................-. 500
 Southern bank .....-.......-...-... 1o.5o Hire of automobile three hours...... 15.o0 Total ................ a22.oo Dinner as ordered and to be paid in
 advance ......-...............s-.-- $50 Champagne ...................... 1000
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