The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-20
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H., Ing an important errand out of town by the first train in the morning. But he secretly commissioned an under study to be at AIexander's when the red restaurant should open it's doors to order breakfast and while seeming to eat to sketch the new English waiter. The understudy was not to question Loveland himself, but if pos slbIe Alexander, and was not to let the, waiter see that he was under fire of attention. Notes of Loveland's ap- pearance as weih as a drawing must be made for MT. Kidd's benefit. /! When he came back rom the acoun- Hy late in the afternoon, however, MT. Kidd at once recognized the cleverly executed sketch There was no longer hny doubt in his mind that the young man who had slammed the door in his Mace at the Waldorf Astoria was now hStpie singer in a cheap downtown. res Raurant. Next morning there was half Ea column on good page of the Light. lHpcluding gspace for the understudy's line iportrait of a tall young man in even Eng dress, with cnfreepot in one hand E2nd a milk jug in the other, and even GShe printers grinned at the heading, '-The Marquis of Twelfth Street-New- fy Acquired Title"
  "A persistent ringing of the telephone In Fanny Mi1ton's bedroom walked her hut Of delightful dream.
 E She was on shipboard again. It was moonlight, and Lord Loveland was Eelling her that he really cared great HeaI more for her than for Lesley Dearmer. She confessed that she aiked him. too. and he was just asking her to come and reign over Loveland Eastle as well as his heart when the 1istant though disturbing notes of an hmateur concert in the music room of khe Mauretania turned definitely into Ehe shriI burr of that wretched tele- phone The dream broke like rain- bow bubble, and Fanny sat up in bed, disappointed with life.
 She seated herself by the telephone Rnd snatehed up the receiver as if she were going to shake it. But she soon Bett1ed down to an absorbing interest fin the give and take of conversation with the instrument
 ssHellor' she said ''Who are you? ch, Elinor Coolidge = what? Why, Elinor Coolidge. you don't mean it waiting in cheap restaurant! don't believe it's true. In the paper? We'll, there's nothing, in that. r-vI know a newspaper man myself. What? Oh. his names Tony Kidd
 "Oh, Elinor. l think it would be hor- rid to make up party and go to that restaurant Yes; like stunning and seeing bohemian places pretty we'll don't believe we'd find him there if we went, but all the same I don't want to. Why, can't help it if you
 
 awon't go. Nothing will make me. I think if you and mamma and your Comte de Rocheverte go you'll be just Hike ancient Romans watching the martyrs eaten up by lions. I believe you were a Roman woman in another state of existence. I won't talk about Ht any more. You can ring up man. ma if you like. Goodby!''
 Down went the receiver, and back ecrambled little Fanny Milton into her lavender scented bed, shivering not with cold, but with emotion. Her tel iephone was silent at last. but she could not find her way into the dream again. The door of that dream was shut for hever, and Fanny was not Jealous even Df Lesley Dearmer now.
 Elinor Coolidge's first thought after reading Tony Kidd's very entertaining story in the New York Light went no further than the fun of paying a visit 10 Alexander the Greats and being waited upon by the man whose super Hilious airs on the Mauretanfa had made her feel ready to burst with spontaneous combustion" Then it oc- curred to her that it would be dra- Snatic to collect the whole circle of girls, excepting little spoiI-sport Fan my, to whom Lord Loveland had been attentive on board the Mauretania. Each girl must if possible bring man, Elinor naturally picking out the best For herself, and the most desirable keemed to be Comte de Rocheverte, a hew arrival in America, whom she had met for the first time a night or two after returning to New York. His answer having assured her that Raoul de Rocheverte was entirely and de- Notedly at her service when, where and how she liked,'' she telephoned to the four girls she wanted for the ad- venture. Of these one could not come; mother could, but wouldn't for the Eame reason as Fanny's (thfs was Madge Beverley, and the remaining two thought it would be more fur than a wedding" Each would bring a man (drs. Milton also could be trusted to find one), and the party would therefore consist of eight.
 Never since Bill Willing had first made the fame of Alexander the Great had there been such busy day in the red restaurant as the day when Tony's story and sketch of "The Marquis of Twelfth Street. appeared in the New York Light.
 There was more work than Alexan- der. LoveIand and the two others could do; therefore soon after 12 the aid of Miss Izzie" had. to be called in. Hhe c01nrad cnok and Aha cnnk,s aa-