The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-12
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a foreigner in strange city, walking the streets without an overcoat and with only coin or two in his pocket. He remembered that in the afternoon when dealing out visiting cards and letters of introduction he had slipped his cardcase into pocket Of his over coat, where it still remained. That overcoat remained in one of the rooms lately his at the hotel. What fool be had been after all, to leave it be- hind. Meeting a policeman, he in- quired for respectable inexpensive hotel in quiet street not too far away and did his best to look unconscious of the big mans concentrated gaze fixed on the large white oval of his shirt front.
 "Yez might try the New House, on Toyty-thoyd street." was the advice that followed upon reflection. and Loveland was obliged to ask three times before he was able to translate :eToyty-thoyd" into Thirty-third street. Then he had to turn and retrace his steps, for he had been wandering up l town and must have covered some dis tance, as he guessed by the length of time it took him to reach the Waldorf Astoria again. As the light caught | and photographed him in passing a man who had been standing in front | of the hotel under the iron canopy | with the air of waiting for some one started after Loveland, walking just | fast enough to keep him well in sight. Val turned into Thirty-third street and stopped before the New House, which advertised itself in a blaze of starry electric letters The man on his trail smiled as he saw the tall fig ure in evening dress hesitate for an | instant and then hurl himself at a re- volying door. He himself strolled on, but he did not go far. When he had taken dozen steps he wheeled, passed | the hotel again, took a dozen more steps and again came back.
 1 It was when he had just taken his l sixth turn that Loveland shot out through the revolving door even more suddenly than he had shot in. The watcher was near enough to see the look on his face-the tenseness of the 1 lips and drawing together of the eye I brows-and his own expression said
 ''I thought sop as plainly as words, if there had been any one there to read it. But Loveland was entirely ab- sorbed in himself and in bitter thoughts of the hateful experience he 1 had just gone through.
 It was hardly to be hoped that there
 would be a room disengaged in hotel 1 for a nervous young gentleman with ! an exposed white shirt front, no lug gage and a missing cardcase When
 Val had explained that he was Lord 1 Loveland, just landed from England | the hotel clerk turned away to hide
 either a yawn or a grin and seemed
 no more inclined to remember the ex- istence of an unoccupied bedroom than if his client had been plain MT. Smith i or MT. Jones.
 fsWe had a gentleman from England
 here last week. he said pleasantly.
 ''His name was Walker, London. Sor-
 " we can't accommodate your lord
 ship.'
 Then Loveland had squared his
 shoulders and marched out into the
 night, not inclined to try any more
 hotels. He felt very young in his lone
 liness and humiliation, and his heart
 yearned wistfuly for the shabby
 Scotch shooting box where his moth
 CT lived and thought long thoughts of
 him.
 He remembered hearing Betty or
 Jim Marlborough say that in American
 towns man might call upon a fam
 fly he knew well up to the hour of 10
 in the evening. It was not nearly 10
 yet. and, though there was no family
 in New York whom Val knew well, it
 was case of any port in a storm.