The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-11

the N1C&kGTrG company
 Trying to forget the first snub man had ever dared to deal him, he flashed here and there in his motor cab, mak- ing a house to house distribution of Jim's envelopes and his own visiting cards, according to home custom when armed with letters of introduction The sky famed with sunset banners Spanish colors-long before he had finished his round and was ready to return to the Waldorf. There his idea of suitable present to the chauffeur left him with the American equivalent of eight or nine shilHngs in his pocket. But, as he had expected. the hotel paid for his afternoons motoring. So cheer fully did it pay that he sent off an un- necessarily long and extremely frank cablegram to his London bankers which they ought to receive on open Ing their doors next morning. He thought that it would rather wake them up and that in consequence of their response to New York-certain to flash immediately along the wires he would receive an apology from the rude wretch who had insulted him | that afternoon. But nothing would in- duce him to forget or forgive. He 1 had informed the London bankers that
 
 other channel. which they were invited to suggest
 | When Loveland found himself alone again in his luxurious suit of rooms with the November night coming on and no amusement on hand he half wished once more that he had not been so cautious in the matter of ac- cepting inyttations. After all, it would l not have compromised his future if he had gone to dine with the Coolfdges or Spanish eyed, dirtatious Mrs. Milton and her gentle little daughter Fanny. | The next best thing to dining with friends would be to watch the coming and going of gay New York In the l restaurant
 He dressed and went down about 8. therefore. looking forward to the nov l city of the unknown.
 l It was a brilliant scene into the midst of which Loveland had plunged I Society begins to dine earlier in New York than in London; therefore at 8 o'clock dinner was in full swing. There was scarcely an empty table, and many of the women being ip hats and seni-evening dress, the red and gold restaurant suggested to the new conner living picture of Paris He had had the forethought to tele- | phone down and order a table to be kept for him. and. on informing an in- terrogative waiter that he was Lord Loveland he learned that his place would be found at the far end of the room
 1 It looked a very far end, indeed, gazing across an intervening sea of flower like hats, charming faces and jeweled necks that glimmered white under film of lace and tulle, but Love land was not shy. He rather enjoyed his progress, winding on and on along narrow paths between rose burdened tables, with lovely eyes lifting to his as he passed by He wondered if any i pair of those eyes was destined to look down his own table at Loveland castle some day. We'll, they should be beautiful eyes to deserve the hon or. The thought slipped vaguely through his head, and then his own eyes frightened with the light of rec ognitione
 There, at large table decorated with white and purple vioIets, sat Elinor Coolidge, her father, Mrs. Milton and Fanny and two men whom Loveland had never seen before. Standing and bending slightly down to talk in a con- hdential tone with one of these men was Major Cadwallader Hunter.
 His back was turned toward Love land, who recognized him instantly, however, by the set of his high mili- tary shoulders and the bald spot on his head which Lesley Dearmer had likened to the shape of Italy on the map. He seemed to listen with deep interest to what one of the seated men was saying and then to chime in eagerly with some addition of his own. Suddenly LoveIand caught Fanny Mil toms eye. She started and blushed scarlet The slight involuntary move ment she made drew Miss CooLdge's attention, and Elinor, seeing the direc- ton in which Banny's eyes were turned, sent a glance that way.
 Loveland, within lowing distance now, met the glance and returned it. smiling. He was annoyed that Cad wallader Hunter should be with the party, even though evidently not of it. Yet, after all, he said to himself, per haps 1t was as well. He did not mean to apologize to Cadwallader Hunter for he thought his own rudeness more or less justified by the liberty the other had taken, but he had already made up his mind that the next time he met the man he would act as if nothing disagreeable had happened As to Cadwa1lader Hunters readiness to snatch at the olive branch, LoveIand had not the slightest doubt of it He thought he had only to hold out 8 hand for the major to kiss it, grovel ing.
 Elinor Coolidge did not blush at the sight of Lord Loveiand as Fanny Mil ton did, but her beautiful face changed curiously. Its cameo clear lines hard ened, her lips were pressed together and her large eyes narrowed, gleaming like topazes between their dark lashes . as the lights from the shaded candles