Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1886-07-07
JACKS BREAKFAST.
How n Was Carried Over Until
Tea Timc.


Tea Time.
"What a breakfast | shall eat!''
thought Jack Abbott as he turned into
Middle Temple Lane, towards the cham.
bcrs Of his old friend and tutor, Good.
all. How shall cram down the rolls
Especially tho inside bits); how apollo
gize for one cup more! But Goodall
Is an excellent old fellow, he won,
mind. To be sure, I'm rather late.
The rolls will be cold, but any thing
will be delicious. II ! met baker ]
could eat his basket Jack Abbott
was good-hearted, careless follow,
who had walked that morning from
Hendon to breakfast by appointment
with bis tutor. Arrived at the door OF
his friends room he knocks, and the
door Is opened by Goodall himself. a
thin, grizzled parsonage, in IN old
great-coat, shaggy eyebrows, and a
most bland and benevolent expression
of countcnance--a sort of Dominic
Sampson, an angel of the dusty heaven
of book-stalls and the British Museum.
Unfortunately for the hero of our
story, this angel of sixty-iivc, unshavcn
and with stockings down at the heel,
bad a memory which could not rccol-
lect what had been told him six hours
before, much less six days. Accord
ingly he had finished his breakfast long
before his late pupil had presented him
self. The angel was also very short
sighted, and in response TO Jack Alb
bolts hearty: We'll, howd'ye do, my
dear sir? I'm afraid I'm very late, "
replied In the blaudcst tones: "Ah,
dear mc!-Tm very beg pardon
pray who is it ] have the pleasure Of
speaking TOP"
What! don't you rccollcct me, my
dear sirP Jack Abbott. met you, you
know, and was 10 come and"
"Oh. Mr., Abbott, Is it?" My dear
Mr.. Abbott, to think I should not sec
you' And how is the good lady, you,
motherp''
VERY we'll, very we'll indeed, sir;''
here Jack glanced at the brcakfast-table
"Tm quite rcjoiccd TO see that the break,
fast-cloth is not removed. I'm horribly
late. But don't take any trouble, my
good sir. The kettle, see. is still
singing on the hob. III cut myself Q
piece OF bread and butter Immediately. v
"Ah! You have come to breakfast,
have you, my kind boy7 That is very
good of you. very good indeed"
"Ah." thought hungry Jack Abbott,
smiling even when he sighed. How
completely he has forgotten the invita-.
tionl-Thank you, my dear sir, thank
you. To tell the truth, I'm very
hungry, hungry as q hunter. / walked
all the way from Hendon this morn.
Ing"
BLESS me! Did you indecdP Why,
that's very long way, isn't itP Well,
I'll make some fresh tea, and"
81 beg pardon" interrupted Jack,
who in fury Of hunger and thirst was
pouring out what tea he could find In
the pot, II can do very we'll with this,
at any rate to begin with"
"Ah! But I'm sorry to sec--what are
We to do for milkp I'm afraid l must
keep you waiting while step out for
some"
Don't stir, I beg your calculated
our hero, don't think of it, my dear
sir. / can do very we'll without milk,
can indeed; often do without milk. y
-"Well, indeed, have met with such
instances before, aud it's very lucky
you do not care for milk, but
we'll, well! if the sugsr-bssin ism,
empty! / will 60 out instantly. Ny
hat must be under those pamphlets"
Don't think of such thing, pray
don't, my dear, sir" cried Jack. "You
may think IL odd; but sugar, l can as.
sure you, is thing that don't at al
care for. The bread, my dear sir, the
bread Is all require, just that piece"
"well, sir, you're very good, and
very temperate; but now-ah. as fol
butter don't believe
"Butter!' interrupted our hero in q
tone Of the greatest scorn. "why,
haven't eaten butter don't know
when. Not step, sir, not a step.
must make haste, for I've got to lunch
with my lawyer and he'll expect me te
cat something, and, in fact. I'm sc
anxious and feel so hurried that mus
be on, my good sir, ! must indeed. 7"
Jack had made up his mind to seei
tho nearest coffee-house as fast ss pos
siblc and there have the heartiest ant
most luxurious breakfast that couls
make amends for his disappointment
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