The Durham recorder. [volume] (Durham, N.C.) 1879-19??, 1910-11-24

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II shouldn't have thought the Brit
ish aristocracy would have such clum-
sy ways" Leo Cohen, remarked audi
bly, to Isidora, then called jocularly
across the room. Say, Alexander, got
any mock turtle soup tonight?"
mo" growled Alexander.
Thought you might be making q
speciality Of it this week." went on
Cohen.
"WhyT
"Oh, cute idea for an advertisement
mock turtle served by mock mar
quis.'"
A litter went round the room among
those who had enough English to I'M
derstand the joke. and there was even
faint, suppressed sound of laughter
at Mrs, Millions table.
Loveland turned white. He had an
| impulse to hurl the broken dishes now
collected on the tray straight at
Cohens oiled black head. and a week
ago he would have done so without
stopping to reflect But he had lived
longer in six days since landing in
New York than In as many years be-
fore, and he was learning lesson
which no one had even tried to teach
him In the past-mastery of himself.
Pale. but perfectly composed in APP
pearance, he did not even look toward
| Cohen and seemed to take no more
notice Of the young mans imperti-
nence than Of the barking of some
mongrel dog, too feeble to be kicked.
Ardently Loveland longed to get out
Of the room and to stay out: but.
though he could have escaped by car
rying the broken dishes into the
kitchen, he would not deign 10 turn
his back on the enemy. He gave the
tray to Blinkey and obeyed gesture
of Alexander's which sent him to take
a new order from the Italians.
| II don't believe he'll come to wait on
u.s." whispered Mrs. Milton to Tony
Kidd. "If he doesn't It will have been
hardly worth the flag of coming all
this way downtown. Els handing us,
our things would have been the best
fun of ALL"
Il think you'll get your fun" num-
bled Tony, but he was not enjoying
himself.
"Of course the mans q fraud and
deserves all he's GOT the journalist
thought. "But I'll be hanged If like
seeing him take his medicine. He's
good plucked one, anyhow"
Never glancing at the eight faces,
which watched his every movement
with sixteen brilliant eyes, Loyeland
passed their table and went TO tell the
cook that the Italian party would have
rum omelet In place OF the lost ice
cream. Cohen's fried oysters were
ready, the Pole having just served
them, and now the second course Of
the dinner-begun already with blue
points-was waiting for the .swells."
1t was soup, and Loveland had either
to carry 1t In and serve 1t himself or
else to show that the torture Of the
lash was beyond his endurance.
'They shall see, that I'm not asham-
ed for myself or afraid Of Them" he
resolved, returning to the restaurant
with steaming tureen and eight hot
plates ON q tray. Without change
OF expression he laid those eight plates,
one by one, in their places on the Ia
BILE. and then with a hand which he
forced to be steady he ladfed out the
soup. The ladies drew back. as IL I'M
easy lest he might seek some small re-
venge. But he was careful not to spill
a drop.
i "Oh. pa. don't send Mr.. Gordon to
walt on the swells again. softly plead
ed IsidorA, fitting up nneasily.
They're trying to take a rise out Of
him. It's crool. p'-
.Thank you, but don't mind, Miss
Alexander" said LoveIand. with a
grateful look. which went so straight
TO Isidora's heart that tears started TO
her eyes.
Val took away the eight soup plates
and would not see the amused glances
of the good looking Hungarians or Eli
nor Coolidge's French count. Roche
verte was not cruel at heart. but he
did not like EnglIshmen at best. and
Elinor Coolidge. having told him the
story Of Lord .I.oveland as she knew
II. had said: ave girls want 10 punish
him not only for the way lie would
have deceived us all II he could. but
for his perfectly horrld. surercilious
airs when we used TO know him on
board ship. SO please help rs by
sneering and staring rs much as you
can without making a scene"
She had looked SO handsome when
she made this request that De Roche
verte had told her he would grant Il
with pleasure and be was doing his
best TO keep his word.
They had got as far In the dinner as
chicken fried with cream gravy. for
which Black Dick was renowned.
when the restaurant, door opened and
Mr.. Milton walked IN. accompanied by
another man.
Milton sauntered over TO the table
and spoke to every one civilly. darling
only one covert, ugly glance nc his
wife. when her fascinated gaze rested