Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-08-02

Mr.. Rosenstein being an occasional Gus
toner of the Waldorf bar, when he "had
on his gladdest rags and was out to do
himself WELL" did not hesitate to under
take the mission. He went to the hotel
and asked questions without arousing any
suspicion that he was actuated by q
deeper motive than idle curiosity, and he
learned that the staff of the Waldorf
Astoria took but little interest in the
gentleman calling himself Lord Loveland.
The Englishman had gone away without
paying for his rooms, as the newspapers
had said. the hotel people admitted. but
goods worth about the amount owing had
been left behind. Possibly the owner
would redeem the things; and If not, it
was a matter of no great importance TO
the hotel, which was full Of other clients
and of other business. Anything that
might have happened. anything Of which
the Englishman might be accused, did
not concern the Waldorf-Astoria, now
that he was no longer a resident OF the
hotel, and employees had been Instructed
not to gossip either in his favor or dis
favor. Besides. a good deal OF water had
run through the mill since his eviction,
and the late Lord Loveland was now
shelved as a back number"
Having got this Information, passed on
from Mr.. Rosenstein, Isidora had felt safe
in attempting her coup d'etat Bidding
her obliging friend goodbye with thanks,
she went herself to the Waldorf-Astoria.
Assuming the air of duchess (as she
conceived it,, she showed to a clerk the
paper given her by Loveland and signed
toned haughtily that she was a friend
of the gentleman's and had dropped in for
his mall
There was no mail, had come the Ia
comic answer; no cablegram; no letters:
no visiting cards, and nobody had called
with the exception of two or three news
paper men.
Loveland's heart was cold as iron and
as heavy when Isidora's story had reach
ed this climax. Difference in time could
no longer account for the London bank 8
failure in replying to his wire of yester-
day. There was some other reason for ST.
lence-some strange. sinister reason con-
nected, no doubt. with the attitude Of the
New York cashier twenty-fou hours ago:
Val asked himself insistently what that
reason might be and could get no an
swer, although various disturbing con-
lectures fitted through his brain. He
thought Of the debts he had left behind
in London, and wondered II any Of his
the mysterious trouble which had attack
ed him simultaneously from both sides
of the world.
And nobody had called or written! This
Jim's and Betty's friends had all read the
newspapers and had taken his affair with
Milton in bad part. The man Milton was
to blame for the scandal, which had
doubtless been spread by Cadwallader
Hunters journalist friend in revenge for
snub. Cadwallader Hunters malice.
too, must have been another match to
light the fire of mischief; and taking
everything together, Loveland began to
fear that the game in America was up.
He hated to fail, hated to be thwarted-
pushed back with brutal violence from
the very threshold of success; but 1t was
all too sordid, too humiliating for gen.
tleman to contend against. He began to
tell himself that the dignifled course was
to turn his back On America and march
homeward with flags flying, as If he had
suffered no defeat. Yes, that was what
he would do. It would be disgracing
himself and his name to go down and
wrestle in the arena with enemies who
did not pretend to fight fair. Veto leave
this country forever, with no hope of see
ing Lesley Dearmer again! She had not
even given him her address, and had only
laughed elusively when he suggested
calling on her some day, after every
thing was comfortably settled" He knew
no more than that she lived near Louis
Vile" therefore he could not write to beg
that she would not believe any hateful
tales the newspapers might invent. Oh.
yes, 1t was all over-that little episode,
which had been so sweet, which had
taught him that he had heart enough to