Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-08-07

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Loveland turned white He had an i'm
pulse to hurl the broken dishes, now col
lected on the tray, straight at Cohen's
oiled black head; and a week ago he
would have done so without stopping to
reflect. But he had lived longer in six
days since landing in New York than in
as many years before. and he was learn
ing q lesson which no one had even tried
to teach him in the past-mastery Of him.
self
He knew that II he took violent revenge
upon the insolent young Jew, his late
shipmates and their friends would delight
in the exhibition. They would think that
they were getting their moneys worth
out OF the show, and Loveland determined
not to play mounrebank for their enter
tainment.
Pale. but perfectly composed in appear
ance he did not even look toward Cohen,
and seemed to take no more notice OF the
young mans impertinence than OF the
barking Of some mongrel dog, too feeble
to be kicked.
Ardently Loveland longed to get out Of
the room and to stay out. but though he
could have escaped by carrying the
broken dishes into the kitchen, he would
not deign to turn his back on the enemy
He gave the tray to Blinkey and obeyed
q gesture Of Alexander's which sent him
to take q new order from the Italians.
II don't believe he'll come to wait on
u.s." whispered Mrs. Milton to Tony Kidd.
"If he doesn't, 1t will have been hardly
worth the fag 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" mumbled
Tony. But he was not enjoying himself
"Of course the mans fraud and de-
serves all he's got" the Journalist
thought. "But I'm hanged If 1 like see
ing him take his medicine. He's a good
plucked one, anyhow.
Never glancing at the eight faces. which
watched his every movement with six
teen brilliant eyes, Loveland passed their
liable and went to tell the cook that the
Italian party would have a rum omelet
in place Of the lost ice cream. Cohens
fried oysters were ready, the Pole having
just served them, and now the second
course Of the dinner-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. or else
to show that the torture Of the lash was
beyond his endurance.
''They shall see that I'm not ashamed
for myself or afraid Of them" he re-
solved returning to the restaurant with
steaming tureen and eight hot plates on
a tray. Without change OF expression
he laid those eight plates. one by one. in
their places on the table; and then, with
hand which he forced to be steady. he
ladled out the soup. The ladies drew
back, as II uneasy lest he might seek
some small revenge; but he was careful
not to spill q drop.
Les biscuits, sill vous plait." said
Comte de Rocheverte. looking Loveland
straight and superciliously in the eyes;
but the English waiter did not finch
from the stare Of the French nobleman.
He walked quietly to the counter, took
some biscuits (Which 1sidora called
a platter and handed them to each mem
Der Of Mrs. Milton's party.
'1e understands French nurmured de
Rocheverte to Miss Coolidge. 'He must
have had some education"
Loveland heard and swallowed a lump
in his throat. He knew that the young
man and the girl were looking at him.
talking Of him, and that II he were visibly
distressed by the knowledge they would
be the more amused. But he snatched a
moments respite IN waiting upon a seedy,
bearded stranger, who had just come in
and taken an isolated table-a stranger
who looked like foreigner, person who
would not be interested in marquis
born Of any nation. In a moment how
ever, came q summons from Alexander.
"You attend to the ladies and gents"
was the boss order; "Blinkey can see to
that Teller. What does he want?"
"A ham sandwich and black coffee, y
said Loveland.
on the swefls again. softly pleaded Isl
dora, fitting up uneasily. They're try
ing to take q rise out Of him. It's crool.
r"
"Thank you, but I don't mind, Miss
Alexander" said Loveland, with CRATE
full look, which went so straight to Isl
dora's heart that tears started to her
eyes.
Val took away the eight soup plates.
and would not see the amused glances Of
the good-looking Hungarians or binor
Coolidge's French count. Rocheverte was
not cruel at heart, but he did not like
Englishmen at best, and Elinor Coolidge,
having told him the story OF Lord Love-
land, as she knew 1t, had said: I'VE
girls want to punish him not only for the
way he would have deceived us all If he
could, but for his perfectly horrid, super
cilious airs when we used to know him
on board ship; so please help us by sheer
ing and staring as much as you can with
out making q scene.'
She had looked SO handsome when she
made this request, that de Rocheverte
had told her he would grant 1t with
pleasure and he was doing his best to
keep his word.
They had got as far in the dinner as
Black Dick was renowned, when the res
taurant door opened and Mr.. Milton
walked in. accompanied by another man.
Mrs Milton flushed with vexation, for
she was sure that he had come back to
town thus unexpectedly with the idea of
surprising her: that he must have gone
home and questioned Fanny as to her
mothers whereabouts, and then have fol-
lowed to Alexanders solely for the salts
faction Of spelling her pleasure-unless q
little for the sake Of seeing his late an
tagouist figuring as waiter.
Milton sauntered over to the table and
spoke to every one ctv1lly. darting only
one covert, ugly glance at his wife. when
her fascinated gaze rested upon the fad
ing bruise which discolored his square
jaw.
Tread Light this morning. Tony. and
the afternoon papers copying II" he said.
Thought I'd drop in at the cock fight
He eyed Loveland up and down. as II the
"Of course the story was yours?'
For the first time Vaps eyes and Tony's
met, only for an instant, but there was
something like reproach In Loveland's. A
trapped hare might have thrown q look
like that at the keeper who trapped him.
II suppose he thinks it was revenge
for the slammed door," the young news
paperman said to himself. But It wasn't.
I'm not that kind Of chap. I'd Hike him
to know I'm not. But expect it'll have
to go at that
well, Ia tar said Milton. land I'll
order something for the good of the
house now we're here. We're not obliged
to eat It, thank heaven"
He turned away, and was drawing out
q chair for himself near one upon which