Evening star., 1911-08-22
CHAPTER xxx.
In the Car Together.

1t was the day after val nad sent OH
the joyful tidings to his friends in the big
world beyond the Hill Farm that tidings
from the big world came to him.
Thanks to Miss Moon. the letters from
home were lost; but greatly as that lady
would have delighted In so sweeping a
measure, 1t was impossible to keep P.
Gordon forever in the dark by destroying
whole issues of New York journals
Uncle WalIy was in the habit Of bring
ing the gentleman chauffeur his break
fast. and with that meal-which consisted
of delicious southern dishes-the morning
paper.
Loveland did not find American news
particularly exciting. and. as rule, mere
ly glanced through the paper as he ate;
but New York Light had special inter-
est for him. He associated it not only
with his first American adventures, but
with Tony Kidd, for whom he felt a
queer friendly sort Of regard since their
work together and their short chat after
ward at Alexander the Greats. II Val
were to be "righted' in the eyes of New
York, he mad the idea that it would be
through the pen of Tony Kidd. which had
once blackened him with so scandalous a
spatter of ink.
Miss Dearmer. or Mrs. Loveland. sub
scribed for the Sunday edition Of New
York Light. and t'day was Morday Inc
paper had arrived. and as Loveland rose
early to attend to the car with far more
alacrity than he had ever risen for guard
mounting at homo it appeared that he
was to have first chance at the news.
His eyes lighted with a certain interest
as he saw the paper laid conspicuously
on the breakfast tray; for this was his
first Monday at the Hill Farm, and con-
seauently his first sight of the New York
Sunday paper
Il suppose the ladies' won't be wanting
this for a few minutes yet?"
mo. sab, old miss nevah looks at dc
papahs till q tab brekfus. and young miss
was writin' late las' night, so she won't
be ringin' yet awhile. l reckon. said the
Rray-headed darkey. who had been a
slave when Mrs. Loveland was child.
Val laid aside the Louisville Monday
paper and began to read 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 Wally had gone, there was nobody
to be surprised by his emotion.
Yes, it had come at last-his justifica-
ton. and even his triumph for the story
most a triumph. Indeed. he had hardy
realized himself how dramatic 1t all was
until he saw the printed account of what
he had gone through. Bill Willing had
been interviewed at the Bat Hotel, OF
which a graphic sketch and description
were given. Alexander the Great had
been interviewed, and thus secured an
other free advertisement for the red res
taurant Isidora had been interviewed
and photographed in her best hat. And
last though far from least. Mr.. Henry
van Cotter had been interviewed. From
him. 1T seemed, Tony Kidd had got on the
trail of the truth. Mr.. van Cotter' s
friend Jim Marlborough, had wired from
London that 1t was all mistake about
the valet impersonating the Marquis Of
Loveland, a mistake which had partly
arisen through the sailing of Lord Love-
land on the Mauretania instead OF the
Baltic, as expected. The valet had sailed
for Australia, but would be arrested at
the first port, and it was the Marquis Of
Loveland himself whom fate and society
had bounded out of New YORK.
Where is Lord Loveland?" was one OF
the several sensational headlines with
which Tony had ornamented his two
column article, for though Bill Willing
had told Of the transforming episode, he
did not vet know. and therefore could not
tell (even IL he would) his swell friends"
present address.
eloouence, that tears had fallen from
bright eyes for Loveland sorrows, and
the most tears from the brightest eyes
were those shed by Fanny Milton. Never
had she liked Tony half as well as on
that Sunday morning when she read what
Loveland read the following day. And
as Tony had shrewdly guessed at her
feelings, he thought that he could not
make a wiser move than to call at Mrs.
Milton's house on Sunday evening. Mrs.
Milton was out, but Fanny was at home;
and such was her gratitude to the jour-
nalist for his championship OF her hero.
that before Tony left her he had won
more than half the promise he wanted.
Loveland, however, was not thinking OF
Fanny Milton, but OF Lesley Dearmer.
Now that he had come into his own
again he could. no doubt. somehow get
money almost at once on that unlucky
letter of credit. pay back the advance
Miss Dearmer had made him. cease to be
a gentleman chauffeN, leave tho I'M