The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-07
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(OInS neIr0SS on DOaEU. 4AeES dEO OLA- ers.'' he went on airily.
 fsDo you know a Mrs. Loveland on the ship?'' Val inquired after a slight hesitation which he could hardly have explained to himself
 Major Cadwallader Hunter shook his head. ''Nov that you speak of 1t think I do recall there being Mrs. Loveland on the passenger list, butt
 ''She has niece.'' said Val
 'tAh!' The elder man pulled fold ed passenger list out of his pocket and ran his eye down the ''L's.' 'Then the niece has not the same name. But I'll engage to find out all about the ladies for you if you're interested in them.''
 "Oh. very well; thank you" said Loveland stif1y, with that upward in- dection of. the voice which can make B thank you'' as irritating as a mos quito bite.
 He was ready now to use Major Cad NvaIlader Hunter for catspawing in all its branches, but did not intend to be overcivil in return.
 And the would be leader was de lighted to become Lord Loveland's catspaw, because he hoped that his way of handling the chestnuts would do him honor. He believed that if through Lord Loveland he did not be come king of all the lions in New York that season he might at least be kings jester.
 Major Cadwa1lader Hunter prided himself on being able to find out ev- erything about everybody, even when starting from the point of complete v6 limit. Indeed, he had a nice detective instinct, and putting it to use was one of the games he played best. But he found himself confronted with diff cuIties ip the case of Mrs Loveiand and her niece.
 It was simple to find out the girls name and that Mrs. Loveland. the aunt, was a delicate little person, at that time of life when sensible women cling no longer to the ragged edge of youth as bat cHngs to shutter. But as to wealth and as to ancestors Cad wallader Hunter was as devout a wor- shipper of ancestors as any China man) the matter was more difficult. However, he was eventually fortunate enough to stumble upon an acquaint- ance, a Mrs. Milton, who had met Mrs. IoYeland and her niece while travel Ing in England. Mrs. Milton was a charming woman, but she had some weaknesses. ID sojourn of six weeks she had become so much more English than the English that she had taken to calling her daughter Fanny Flaw n.y." She pitied Mrs. Loveland and Mrs LovelandAs niece because they were so-'sso unnecessarily American, don't you know They lived in a R~- York people, poor things, and were al- together provincial. They had been abroad for the first time, had enjoyed themselves with the most countriied enthusiasm everywhere and were so much interested in history and dull subjects of that sort that Fawny's mother fawncied they were perhaps schoolteachers on their holidays.
 Major CadwaI1ader Hunter was glad to hear these damaging details, be- cause it was evident that the English man was taken with Mrs LoEeland's niece. The self appointed bear leader wanted his bear for more important girls.
 It was not till nearly dinner time that he was able to make his report to Loveland. Meanwhile, during his lead CTS absence, the bear had found out some things for himself and had for gotten Major CadwaIlader Hunter. Val had felt the need of another con- stitutional and, seeing his nameSake's niece struggling with a wind blown rug, had tucked it round her feet A next door cha1r stood empty for the moment. He begged meekly to sit down and talk for little while. He had talked for more than a little ~zbS 0v1d f0 go because the owner of the next door chair came back and lowered sug- positively.
 LoveIapd had only just got up and was taking his leave when Major Cad walIader Hunter arrived from the music room. where he had been glean- ing facts. "She is a Miss Dearmer," he announced
 "Oh. know that already Val return ed ungratefulIy. ''She told me herself"
 Lesley Dearmer."
 ..I hadn't got Ss far as the Lesley yet" Val laughed lightly. for he had had a delightful conversation with Miss Dearmer. And while Loveland sat beside her she had flung bright thought after bright thought, careless Iy as a cashier in a bank shovels out gold for other peoples purses. He had never met girl like Miss Dearmer- No wonder she could write stories!
 Of course you must do exactly as you please" said CadwalIader Hunter, ''but from what I've learned I fancy you can pass your valuable time better on this trip than in the society of Miss Dearmer''
 What do you mean2" Val flashed, out at him.
 '.Oh, only that it's just as I thought. She and her aunt are ordinary. pro Sincial little people, with no money or connections They live in the south west near a city called Louisville. MT. and Miss Coolidge are at your table.