Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-03-16
Copyright. 1910. by Doubleday. Page &
Company. Copyright. 1908. by
the Mcclure Company

the Mcclure Company
hardly worth the flag of coming all
this way downtown. His handing us
our things would have been the best
fun Of ALL"
Il think you'll get your fun,' mum
bled Tony, but he was not enjoying
himself.
"Of course the mans g fraud and
deserves all he's got" the journalist
thought. But I'll be hanged if I like
seeing him take his medicine. He's q
good Iplucked one, anyhow"
Never glancing at the eight faces,
which watched his every movement
with sixteen brilliant eyes, Loveland
passed their table and went to tell the
cook that the Italian party would have
a rum omelet in place Of the lost ice
cream. Cohen's fried oysters were
ready, the Pole having just served
them, and now the second course of
the d~inner-begun already with blue
points-was waiting for the "swells.'
1t was soup, and Loveland had either
to carry it in and serve it himself OF
else to show that the torture of the
lash was beyond his endurance.
"They shall see that I'm not asbam-
ed for myself or afraid of them" he
resolved, returning to the restaurant
with a steaming tureen and eight hot
plates on a tray. Without a change
Of expression he laid those eight plates,
Il by one, in their places on the ia
bic, and then with a hand which he
forced to be steady he ladled out the
soup. The ladies drew back. as if un-
easy lest he might seek some small re-
venge. But he was careful not to spill
4 drop.
"Oh, pa. don't send Mr.. Gordon tc
wait on the swells again!" softly plead.
ed Isidora, fitting up uneasily
They're trying to take a rise out OF
him. It's crool. p
Thank you, but l don't mind. Miss
Alexander" said Loveland. with 9
grateful look, which went SO straight
to Isidora's heart that tears started tt
her eyes.
Val took away the eight soup plates
and would not see the amused glances
of the good looking Hungarians or Eli
nor Coolidge's French count. Roche
verte was not cruel at heart, but ht
did not like Englishmen at best, anC
Elinor Coolidge, having told him the
ct0ru of T0r6 T0un1o1,1 oo cho 1-rar
it. had said: 1--WE girls want to punisI
him not only for the way he would
have deceived us all if he could, bul
for his perfectly horrid, supercilious
| airs when we used to know him OF
board ship. So please help us by
| sneering and staring as much as yol
can without making a scene"
She had looked so handsome whe1
| she made this request that De Roche
verte had told her he would grant i
with pleasure, and he was doing hi:
best to keep his word.
They had got as far in the dinner a!
| chicken fried with cream gravy, TO,
which Black Dick was renowned
when the restaurant door opened ant
Mr.. Milton walked in, accompanied b,
another man.
Milton sauntered over to the tabl,
and spoke to every one civilly, dartins
only one covert, ugly glance at hi
wife, when her fascinated gaze restet
upon the fading bruise which discol
ored his square jaw.
Read the Light this morning, Tony
and the afternoon papers copying it,
he said. Thought I'd drop in at thu
cockfght and see the fun. Grea
stunt, isn't it," He eyed Lovelant
up and down as if the Englishma1
| were a freak at a museum. 'Of cours,
the story was yoursY"
For the first time Walls eyes ant
Tony's met, only for an instant, bu
there was something like reproach ii
Loveland's. A trapped hare nigh
have thrown a look like that at tn,
keeper who trapped him.