Lord Loveland Discovers America

								


    "Wanted: Juvenile Leading Man"                        266



    Show Folks                                            272



    The Dignity and Delight of Being a Juvenile Lead      278



    Bill's Star                                           291



    A Mysterious Disappearance                            305



    Marooned                                              317



    Pirates!                                              327



    The Whole Truth                                       332



    A Prot�g� of Miss Dearmer                             349



    Sidney Cremer's Chauffeur                             360



    In the Car Together                                   373



    The Other Side of the Moon                            383

LORD LOVELAND DISCOVERS AMERICA

CHAPTER ONE
The Discovery of America by Lord Loveland

"Even the Last Resort has refused me." Loveland broke the news to his
mother when he had kissed her.
"Miss Mecklenburg?"
"Yes. I begin to realise that I'm a sinking ship. The early rats are
deserting me--or declining to come on board. Clever little animals!"
"You shan't sink," protested Lady Loveland, clasping the pretty hands
whence all save the wedding ring and its guard had gone to pay a visit
of indefinite length to Messrs. Battenborough. "The idiot, to refuse
you--with her nose, too."
"She didn't do it with her nose, Mater."
"Val, you know what I mean. And after you'd overlooked her being a
Jewess!"
"Yes, it was kind of me, wasn't it? An Italian Prince has just
overlooked it, too. Her engagement to Doriana was announced the morning
after she'd offered to be a sister to me. It was the size of her purse,
not her nose, which caught his eye. But sooner or later he'll beat her."
"I hope so. She deserves it for taking him instead of you. Oh, Val, what
a world!"
"Don't grouse, Mater. I might have beaten her if I'd got her, and
then there'd have been a scandal. I can't stand women with important
looking teeth, and noses which throw their other features into
perspective. Besides, Lillah Mecklenburg isn't as young as she's
painted."
"So few women are nowadays, dearest," sighed Lady Loveland, who, in
living for her handsome son, did not trouble to live up to the past of
her complexion, and whose way of doing her hair was alone enough to show
that though lenient to Val's weaknesses, she would not condone those of
her sister women. "Oh, Val, it's hard you should have to think of such
creatures. But what are we to do?"
"That's just where I want your advice," said Loveland, who had come a
long way to get it. For the distance from London to the north of
Scotland is formidable when birds are out of season.
Lady Loveland was flattered that Val should ask for her advice which,
when offered gratuitously, he had never been known to take.
"My advice!" she echoed sadly. "That's all I can give you now! Although
I did hope, dear Boy, I must confess. I--I have been trying for