Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-28

to Loveland's soul and walked some feel
ing in it which he had never known 1t
was as if his friend Of the park had in
itiated him into some strange, secret So
cety. in joining which the bare fact of
membership gave at once a mysterious
sense of brotherhood Val was surprised
that he felt no repulsion against the
ragged wretcheS who crowded round him.
He did not draw himself away from
them, or resent their lack of respect for
him as a superior being. He was sorry
for them all, with consciousness OF
kinship, which. he thought, he would
probably remember with amusement to-
morrow
|. They think you're some fly reporter
takin notes. or a swell dom the night
sights" said Bill. They don't like you
much. But they won't bother you neither,
only some chap may say What queer
things you see when you haven't got
your gun If he does, don't YOU take
notice, that's all"
Loveland promised forhearance but his
patience was not tried In his turn
(Which came when his nose had turned
pale lilac with cold. and the silk-clad
insteps above his pumps were slowly con-
gealng) he received a tin of hot coffee
and roll Food and drink were so good,
and. as Bill said. filled such long-felt
want" that Val bolted them greedily,
only to yearn for more when both were
gone. But etiquette was strictly pre-
served I'm Herald Square. No one asked
for a second helping. and each applicant.
when he had drained his coffee to the
last drop, walked away without word
unless it. were thank YOU
Now, no for the Bat Hotel" exclaimed
Bill cheerfully. It's a goodish step. but
as for ME, after that grub L feel like
could do sprint round the world.
Loveland was refreshed. too, and more
than ever inclined to look on the ex-
perience as an adventure over which he
would laugh tomorrow night. But he
did not intend to forget Bill Willing when
he forgot the troubles through which Bill
was his pilot. He must do something
for the poor chap. he said to himself.
and glowed with hot coffee and a sense
of warm generosity.
Bits hotel. it appeared. was situated
in the RO~ery. There were others more
or less Of the same sort dotted about In
various streets Of far eastern and far
western New York. but Bill would not
guarantee these. II amt a tOp-wave
swell myself-yet," he said. but dirt and
/ amt friends, and l won't risk no men
agerie for neither of us, nor Shakespeare
either. I've raised him to be particular.
He's that sad when he's made a public
thoroughfare of by one or two o them
critters as boarded the ark in disguise.
that he won't look me in the face"
Shakespeare. who had shared his mas
ter's ROLL and Tapped the last spoonful Of
coffee. was an Incredibly small. black
animal of somewhat moth-eaten texture,
who in form rather resembled grass
hopper. He had little sharp nose,
which might have been whitfield into
shape with penknife: his legs were too
long for his tiny body, and not much
thicker than pencil; but his gentle eyes,
curiOusly like his masters, beamed with
affection, and he was turning gray In the
flower Of his youth, owing to the lava
heat of his boiling emotions.
Love1and had visions Of buying Shake
speare red collar when he had cashed
his letter Of credit tomorrow; but with
a sudden pang, he remembered a diff
Guilty concerning that letter of credit
which had not occurred to him before.
He had wired to the bank in London in
the afternoon and had given as his adj
dress the WaldOrf-Astoria. After the
way in which he had been treated. and
the manner of his exit. it would be be-
meath his dignity to go back, on any err
rand whatever. He must send to the
hotel for the cablegram which, 1t seemed
certain. would arrive during the morn
ing; also for the visiting cards which
some of Jim and Betty Harborough's
friends were sure to leave after calling
and finding him gone. Perhaps some of
these cards would make the hotel people
regret the error of their ways. But apollo
gies would be in vain He would go to
the Plaza. or the Belmont
I'VE approach the castle doors. me
lord grandiloquently announced Bill, lit
tie guessing that his testing way Of ad-
dress was that to which Loveland was
accustomed from his interiors.
Val started from the reverie in which
side like mechanical figure. He walked
to find himself in a brilliantly illuminated
street, like q tenth-rate imitation of
Broadway, lined with lighted shops,