Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-20
CHAPTER X-Continued.

CHAPTER X-Continued.
He had never liked Cadwallader Hunter.
had lately grown tired and sick OF him.
and detested him cordially now. for a
peppery second or two; yet all this did
not do away with noblesse oblige Moth
ing could excuse forgetfulness OF ones
obligation. the obligation to be a gentle
man, and Loveland was irritably aware
that he had forgotten 1t.
He reminded himself that a great lib
erty had been taken with him a an mop
perfume moment, that he was not used to
having liberties taken with him at the
best Of times, and that Cadwallader
Hunter deserved all he had got for COM
ing up to him unlimited. with a stranger
a newspaper man-in tow. Still, Val was
not happy. and If he had not been too
stubbornly proud to yield to his first inn
pulse he would have flung open the door
and run after his visitors with apologies.
But no; he would not do It. A bad prece-
dent to make with person like Cad
wallader Hunter, he said. excusing HIM
self. The major would take advantage OF
1t; and as for the journalist, he-Lord
Loveland-stood on purple heights SO
lofty that he need fear no spiteful yap-
ping of dogs on lower levels Nothing
could drag him down to their depths: and
as his idea was that American newspaper
self that this one would probably have
lied in any case.
With such thoughts vaguely stirring In
his mind, and assured that Cadwallader
Hunters past civility had been entirely
for what he could get. Loveland tried to
re-establish friendly relations with his
own conscience: but the uneasy pricking
would not stop. 1t drove him up and
down, in and out OF one beautifully fur
nished room to another. in trrepressible
restlessness. and q presentiment OF worse
things to come than he had yet suffered.
He had meant. when his unpacking was
done, to dress and lunch in the reStau-
rant, whose fame had reached even the
dining room OF the Guards Club. But
that was before the nightmare. Now he
did not want to look at his fellow beings
or be looked at; and he pressed his cleo
up.
1t came presently, and would have been
delicious to a man without grievance,
but Lovelands grievance was SO gigantic
that it had crowded out his appetite: and
scarcely knowing what he ate, he went
through course after course, brooding on
his wrongs and bordering the chances OF
revenge.
Useless to waste money in cabling in
structions for FoxhaIn's arrest. he re-
everything so well. would long ago have
taken himself out Of harms way. and 1t
would be like setting Scotland Yard to
look for very small, rusty needle in a
haystack as big as England and the
continent, to expect the thievish valet to
be found. Months ago, In an expansive
moment, when Loveland had nothing bet
ter to do than listen while his boots were
being laced, Foxham had confessed that
at one time he had been an actor. "in a
humble way" His speciality had been
quick DISCUSSES. lightning changes: and
at provincial music halls. Loveland could
imagine Foxham Disgusting himself very
well. and being almost as good an actor
as he had been q valet. He was, per-
haps. masquerading now as Salvation
Army preacher, or a beauty specialist. or
setting up as a grocer on the money got
by the betrayal of his master.
No, Loveland decided. he need not hope
to punish Foxham. His time might be
better employed. in planning the recon-
struction of his own wardrobe.
A man, even q marquis, can live with
out tie pins or a change Of shirt studs.
but he cannot live without such clothes
as society expects Of him. Loveiand
thought with almost passionate regret of
his tailors achievements, lost to him for
ever. and with anxiety Of the difficult
matter it would be to replace them.
The hundred and fifty pounds repre-
scented by his letter Of credit could not be
spared for American tailors and boot
that went without saying. These
persons would have to trust him. But
were American tailors and bootmakers Of
a trusting nature? Loveland had some
how got the impression that they were
not. and that even II you were duke
much less marquis-and Haunted copy
of Burke under their noses, they would
still want some native millionaire to guar
anfee them against loss.
Cadwallader Hunter was not a million
aire ithis was the one damaging state
ment he had voluntarily made against
but Re knew nntllionGtres and
was known by them: and with z peng OF
selfish regret even sharper than his first
reTnorse, LoTeland repented his Ua45teful-
ness in throwing away such friend II
he had not slammed the door almost upon
Cadwallader Hunters high. thin nose. he
might now have summoned him by tele
phone, and have got him to trot about
the Marquis of Loveland to
the best tailors In New York. OF course,
the major would not accept the snub as
final-he was not that sort Of person; but
it was beneath the Loveland dignity to
insult man and then ask q favor of him.
The only thing for Val to do was to wait
until he had collected other friends more
Solid more valuable than Cadwallader
and as soon as possible tell the
tale Of his misfortuneS. OF course, every
DOUy WOuiu DC ueusIIlcu 10 Hclp
and, by the way. there was Mr..
Coolidge, who could be approached, il
worst came to worst.
But worst had not yet come to worst.
and as Val's spirits rose with a mingllng
Of good food and bright hopes, he de-
cided against Coolidge as q refuge for the
present In spite OF all. he would stick
to his guns and not foregather further
with the Mauritania people until he had
seen what Harborough's letters produced.
He could get on for g. day or two. and
meanwhile there were things to do
When he had been cheered by luncheon
and soothed by cigarettes. he sent for
motor taxicab. Tho afternoon was still
young. and so full Of sparkle and gayety
that life seemed worth living after all:
therefore Lord Loveland had begun to
value himself almost as highly as ever by
The time his smart little automobile pulled
up in front Of the bank.
1t was a stately bank. we'll worthy of
It's London connection: and he handed in
his visiting card and letter OF credit with
he air Of one entitled to receive unlimited
sums. The cashier, however. having
ooked at him. the card and the letter, did
not appear to be impressed. Instead Of
replying in words to Loveland's demand
Tor twenty pounds, he walked away with
he letter Of credit in his hand and van
shed behind a swing door. Loveland
houpht that ha had nrobably gone to