Evening star., 1911-08-22

Farm and return to New York to be a
gentleman at large.
But there was no joy In the thought OF
ceasing to be a chauffeur, and still less
in that of leaving the Hill Farm.
The play was played out and the ad-
venture was over. but life could not be as
it had been for Loveland. He 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. caring for different things: and un-
fortunately the thing he cared for most
was the one thing he could not have
Lesley Dearmers love.
He had wanted it from the first.
though not enough just at the first
to try for It at the risk of great
self f-sacrifice. Now, he would have count
ed no sacrifice too great IL it could give
him that which once he had not known
how to value worthily. Being once more
Lord Loveland and having a repentan'
New York at his feet would not give him
Lesley Dearmer.
By this time his mother must have writ
ten. he thought. and Betty. too. Though
the Bonnerstown secret was hidden from
him. he believed letters had been sent
All ought soon to be right with him. ir
the best Of possible worlds: but because
there was also Sidney Cremer in tha'
world. nothing could be wholly right ever
ing how good it would have been-were
fate a better stage manager-to JUSTIFY
himself to Lesley, Lesley sent for him oy
Uncle Wally.
To her he was still the chauffeur: and
the darkey who politely delivered the
message announced that Young miss
would be obliged to NASSAU Gordon II he
would take her out in the car as quick as
possible
LoveIand flung aside Light. and Uncle
Wally let it lie neglected where 1t fell.
pro o1ob hn
was too impatient for an early motor
spin to care about wasting moment on
a newspaper.
AS Loveland looked over the Gloria.
making her purr pleasantly in prepara-
ton for the run, he tried to decide der-
nitely what to do next.
II he Haunted his public justification In
Lesley's face there would no longer be ar
excuse to remain chauffeur, and. nc
doubt. the girl would think as much. II
he did not propose to leave. Because o.
her engagement to Sidney Cremer ne
could not beg Lesley to let bygones be
bygones and go to England with him as
his wife; yet the thought Of going back
without her. Of never seeing her again In
this world, imnaled Loveland on the sharp
prongs of pain.
Since he had known the girl in her own
home 1t seemed that his first love for her
had hardly deserved the name OF love, SO
much more did he love her now. Face to
face with the certainty of separation and
her marriage with another man. every
hour spent with the loved one became q
priceless treasure. He resolved not only
to be silent about the article in New York
Light, but to go back to his room and
carefully hide the newspaper.
This he did. delighted to find the big
budget lying on the floor where he had
left it.
OF course, Lesley or Mrs Loveland
might inquire for Light and learn that II
had last been seen on his breakfast table.
But it would not seem a miracle that a
was a chance that Louisville journals
might. not have space to feature" Lord
Loveland's affairs. AS Lesley had elect
ed to make an early expedition. 1t was
almost certain that she would not have
looked at paper: and II she had SKIM
med one over. she might easily have
missed a paragraph here and there. Al
worst, Loveland felt sure Of this morning
with her on the old terms. II she said
nothing afterward, he, too. would simply
be mute until Sidney Cremer's arrival
When Cremer was in the house he would
be glad to go. and glad to prove to Les.
ley before going that he was all he had
once claimed to be.
When the car was ready he drove to
the front door and found Lesley tying on
her motor veil. charming picture set IN
a rustic frame.
Loveland's spirits rose when he saw
that she was alone. "Auntie" In the limou-
sine was the least obtrusive Of chaperons:
still. there was joy In having the girl to
himself.
For a wonder I couldn't sleep last
night said Lesley. land I thought an
early spin in the car would clear my
brain of cobwebs. Il hope you don't mind
being routed out at an unearthly hour"
Loveland would have liked to answer
that it was mearthly only because II
gave him the companionship OF being
divine. But chauffeurs. even gentlemen
chauffeurs, do not make such remarks to
their employers. still less to the fiancees
Of their employers. He merely said.
therefore, that he was sorry to hear Miss
Dearmer had not slept and was pleased
to take her out at any hour. Uncle
Wally told me-" he added. that you'd
been writing late last night"
mot exactly writing" explained Les
ley, finishing the chiffon bow under her
chin with dainty elaboration. Il was
looking over an act Of new play which
Sidney has begun. Perhaps that excited
me. Anyway. I tossed for hours thinking
of q thousand things, when / might bet
walked at Z by a telegram and couldn't
s.eep again."
Something in her eyes, cleaning like
fairy Jewels under an enchanted lake. as
they shone through the filmy veil. made
Val miserably sure that Cremer had sent
the telegram.
But he was becoming (outwardly) quite
a well trained servant. and only under the
greatest provocation could he be goaded
into asking impertinent questions.
''Shall / drive this morning. Miss Dear
mer. or will your" he inquired. trying to
erase all expression from his face.
Perhaps you'd better. at first. I'm al
most too nervous" she said. by and
by. We shall see
She let him help her into the car. and
even the touch OF thick. knitted mitten
was electric for Loyeland. Then he took