Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-27
CHAPTER XVI.
Shakespeare's Master.

Lord Loveland's habit was to give g
wide berth to common people, II Chance
the democrat, threw him near them, with
the exception Of ''Tommies,' who for him
as a soldier were q class by themselves
class in which he recognized humanity
that touched his own. He did not love
ugliness or shabbiness, which. as like as
not. meant microbes: but he had come
down so near to the depths of reality to-
night that he had no sense Of his own
superiority. or inclination to shrink away
when the mans hands touched his as
they took the rescued animal.
II came along in the nick Of time" said
Loveland. land I like dogs. I thought ]
could just do it. and did,
Twas fine. all the same" repeated the
dogs master. II amt much Of a public
speaker. but guess you know how feel
all right. 'Twould a pretty near put me
out O. business il He did not finish
his sentence. but the tenderness with
which he tucked into his pocket the
wretched little apology for . dog made
further words superhuous.
Loveland. always polite to interiors. un-
less overmastered by rage. looked at the
bench as II 1t were the first comer's prop
erty.
IT you don't mind, I'll sit down." he
said.
The shabby one laughed. II amt paid
for my lodgings" said he. land IL had.
you'd be weIcome-after what you done
You can have me for doormat II you
like"
Thanks" said Loveland, laughing. too
81 don't need a doormat If II was an
overcoat, now"
You could have mine. il you weren't
twice the size for II. and II Anthony Com
stock wouldn't run me In II he saw what
I've got on underneath. But ] guess you
wouldn't have to wish twice for q coat, If
twas in your part.
my part?" repeated Val.
eff the piece you're in called for IT,
81 don't understand"
They were both sitting down now. NIL
ing the far corners Of the bench and talk
ing across 1t.
well, faint my show. I don't want
to be fresh. But though I've seen q lot
o. night-bloomin' plants CROWN In this
flower garden. don't Just recall seem
one like you take root"
You wouldn't now. II had anywhere
else to co." returned Loveland, with his
usual frankness.
Gee! You take me for the fall guy.
But say, do you want anything out o. me ?
Cause, II you do, you can have 1t. II
you're a journalist out on a night stunt.
O. my life. I'm on. for Shakespeare's
sake. Any form you like. sad or gay.
moral lesson or otherwise
Hang journalists!'
think so? Well. millionaire then,
seem i how the poor i've You look the
THANK you. Wish I felt as look.
then"
you'd make the Gould and Vanderbilt
crowd look like visitors, II you hadn't
forgot your overcoat"
Il left it at the Waldorf,Astoria
'Sa-ay, II that amt like mer' draw1ed
the man, the twinkle Of moonlight strik-
ing a humorous CLINT in his eye. kind
of absent minded. left my Sunday suit
just that way at the White House last
week. where I'd been spending Saturday
to Monday with my friend Willy T"
you think I'm lying7' said Loveland.
with curiosity rather than resentment.
You're mistaken. They turned me out
Of the hotel"
Gee! But you was therer
yes"
IF that amt the swell thing! I
wouldn't mind bein' turned out, II once
they'd let me in. should say to myself,
well, sir, you've lived That's what /
never have DONE but what I'm always
meanin' to do, when my time comes. Say,
would il be offensive IL I asked why they
"Turned me out. 1 couldn't pay for my
dinner"
HAD you eat it?''
"No. l wish now had"
"I believe you. Whe-ew! Just to eat
once at the Waldorf"
Il had lunch there" said VAL begin