The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-20

 Milton's party looked at each other from under lifted eyebrows.
 In the confusion of the breakage Loveland found himself again. Pride came to his rescue-not mere hurt van ity, but a truer pride than had ever made his heart beat high.
 As he bent down to pick up the bro ken plates he told himself that these people, who had come to plunge him still deeper in humiliating depths, were not worth a pang and should not see that they had power to inflict it.
 For one short instant he detested Mrs. Milton so intensely that he half regretted his VOW to spare her name at all hazards, but by the time he had picked up the last piece of broken crockery he knew that if everything as he had done.
 ''I take dat out of your wages" said Alexander, loudly enough to be heard by those who sat round the table near to the curtained door. ..
 'tOf course,' replied Loveland, his voice steady.
 t''I shouldn't have thought the Brit 1sh aristocracy would have such clum- sy ways Leo Cohen remarked audi bly to Isidora, then called jocularIy across the room, ''Say, Alexander, got any mock turtle soup tonight?"
 tNo," growled Alexander.
 ''Thought you might be making a speciality of it this week." went ean Cohen.
 'sWhy?"
 ooh, 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 un- derstand the joke, and there was even a faint, suppressed sound of laughter at Mrs Milton's table.
 Loveland turned white. He had an impulse to hurl the broken dishes now collected on the tray straight at Cohen's 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 a lesson which no one had even tried to teach him in the past-mastery of himself.
 Pale, but perfectly composed in ap- pearance, he did not even look toward Cohen and seemed to take no more notice of the young mans imperti- hence 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 I-{ 1OSo his back on the enemy. He gave the tray to BInkey and obeyed a gesture of Alexander's which sent him to take a new order from the Italians.
 ''I don't believe he'll come to wait on us," whispered Mrs. Milton to Tony Kidd. tIf he doesn't it will have been hardly worth the flag of coming all this way downtown. His handing us our things would have been the best fun of alb
 T think you'll get your fun," mum bled Tony, but he was not enjoying himself.
 Of course the mans 9 fraud and deserves all he's got," the journalist thought. sBut I'll be hanged if like seeing him take his medicine. He's good plucked one, anyhow" 75o
 Never glancing at the eight faces, which watched his every movement with sixteen brilliant eyes, Loveland passed their table and went to tell the cook that the Italian party would have a 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." It was soup, and Loveland had either to carry it in and serve it himself or else to show that the torture of the lash was beyond his endurance.
 ''They shall see that Pm not asham- ed for myself or afraid of them,' he resolved, returning to the restaurant with canning tureen and eight hot plates on a tray. Without a change of expression he laid those eight plates. one by one, in their places on the ta- bic, and then with a hand which he forced to be steady he 1adled out the soup. The ladies drew back. as fun easy lest he might seek some small re- venge. But he was careful not to spill a drop.
 'Oh. pa, don't send MT. Gordon to wait on the swells againv' softly plead- ed Isidora. fitting up uneaslly. ''They're trying to take a rise out or him. It's crool. I"-
 Thank Sou. but I don't mind. Miss Alexander said Loveland, with grateful look, which went so straight