The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-31
the Mcclure Company


 Val laid aside the Louisville Mon day paper and began to read the New York Light.
 Suddenly he cried out an excited By Jove!' and forgot that he had not fin Ished his breakfast, but as by this time Uncle Wa1Iy had gone there was nobody to b$e surprised by his emotion.
 Yes, it had come at last, his justi- deation, and even his triumph for the story as told by Tony Kidd made it seem almost a triumph. Indeed, he had hardly realized himself how dra- matic it all was until he saw the print ed account of what he had gone i through. Bill Willing had been inter viewed at the Bat hotel, of which a graphic sketch and description were given Alexander the Great had been interviewed and thus secured another free advertisement for the red res 1 Eaurant. Isidora had been inter viewed and photographed in her best hat. And last, though far from least, 1T. Henry van Cotter had been inter viewed. From him, it seemed, Tony Kidd had got on the trail of the truth MT. van Cotter's friend Jim Harbor- ough had wired from London that it dS 111 d. Al4Stdk0 dOOuG Cae valet 1In- ! personating the Marquis of Loveland, mistake which had partly arisen through the sailing of Lord Loveland l on the Mauretania instead of the Bal l tic. as expected. The valet had sail l ed for Australia, but would be arrest l ed at the first port, and it was the Mar 1 quis of LoveIand himself whom fate and society had bounded out of New York.
 Where Is Lord Loyeland ?' was one of the several sensational headlines with which Tony had ornamented his two column article, for, though Bin 1 Willing had told of the barnstorming 1 episode, he did not yet know and l therefore could not tell, even if he would, his "sWell' friends's present ad- 1 dress.
 Now that he had come into his own Loveland could no doubt somehow get | money almost at once on that unIucky letter of credit, pay back the advance Miss Dearmer had made him, cease to be gentleman chauffeur, leave the R1ll Farm and return to New York to be gentleman at large.
 But there was no joy in the thought of teasing to be chauffeur and still less in that of leaving the Hill Farm.
 The play was played out, and the adventure was over, but life could not be as it had been for Love1and. He 1 could not take up the old life or the old self where he had dropped both one night in Central park. He was a different man in these days, carina for different things, and unfortunately the thing he cared for most was the one thing he could not have-Lesley Dearmer's love. Being once more Lord Loveland and having a repentant New York at his feet would not give him Lesley Dearmer. While he was thinking how good it would have beer were fate a better stage manager te justify himself to Lesley, Lesley sent for him by Uncle Wally.
 1 T5 her he was still the chauffeur and the darky who politely delivered the message announced that young miss would be obliged to Massah Cor don if he would take her out in the cal as quick as possible
 As Loveland looked over the Gloria making her purr pleasantly in prepara tion for the run, he tried to decide def nitely what to do next. Face to fact with the certainty of separation anC