The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-02-09

boat in order to procure some breakfast for myself?"
 Joe shot a glance from the angry face
 to the triple line of rollers which were swinging in, smiled to himself and nod ! ded.
 "rhank you" returned Lord Cranton, jelly, and proceeded to launch the craft. He waited for big, receding wave,
 pushed out the boat, sprang in and went
 seaward with rush; yet the journey was
 all too brief. On the crest of a mighty
 comber the boats prov shot into the air,
 while he of the crystal eye performed a similar manoeuvre, thus sparing himself | the effort of a morning bath. On the
 beach he tipped the frolicsome boat freed 1t of water and tried his luck once more. The result was the same as previously, with the one exception of the landing. This time the boat was on top of him, and
 when milford arose he was forced to free his mouth of a pabulum of weed and gritty shells before he could even curse in any comfort. Joes broad athletic |, shoulders were seen to heave as they bent above the coffee pot, but inasmuch as he made no verbal comment the Eng lishrnan was without exodse to push him into his fire and stamp upon him. Sir" said Lord Cranton, swallowing
 his wrath, together with lingering shell | or two, ana Btf1uluS up liie pceSOiAt OASS | more I ask you, as man and a fellow sufferer, will you sell me bite of break fast?"
 'sNo," said Joe, "I won't.' l Lord Cranton squeezed salt water rom | his Van Dyke beard and regarded the | cook with a glare of uninterpretable ma- | ediction, then turned. on his heel and | stallxed majestically away. On the ocean 1 edge he paused, regarding the distant Inc Q mile from shore, but she might have been | a hundred for all the good it did man who could not swim. The birds on the | rocky cliff were screaming in derision or 1 his plight, yet they gave the Englishman l a practical inspiration.
 I Eggs, by Jove!' he mutter 1oyousiy,
 and began to scale the cliff. A good, stiff l climb 1t was. and one which added greatly | to his appetite but milord was hope1ul 1 and would breakfast without the aid of | the swinish barbarian who slipped hot ! coffee on the sands below. He filled his l hideous plaid cap with gulps eggs, went . scrambling down the lumpy, preaKnech l path, and began to gather driftwood. He I had no pot or kettle in which to poii the l "bally things" but roasted egg-uniess l it ,explodes or contains very youthlui | fowls not to be dispised.
 l His fuel arranged in systematic pie, inc genius felt for his match sale ana l found 1t filled, of course, not only with | matches but with @ copious supply of l nice salt water.
 1 "Tf I had a club" he murmured soul 1 fully, as one by one he hurled his eggs against a convenient stone, T think | would bash that disgusting pig on the | ton of his disgusting head
 | foe Rupert was not in the least respon- | sihle for the useless matches but the | Englishman was only human, and, be- i sides. he was very hungry. He sat on the l bench alone, gazing sadly out 10 sea, 1 while from afar he could snin the aroma !, of boiling coffee and the fragrant smell of bacon that was fairly sizzling in the 1 nan. And then, before his very eyes, 1 the vulgarian was eating-actually eat l ine-with a relish which drove another 1 castaway to thoughts Of personal as sault. He had battered about the world | considerably. but never in his whole ca
 reer had he stumbled across a man so | totally devoid of crude humanity-a man | who would gobble down a delicious break | fast and toss the crusts to fiuttering water birds, when he. Francis St. Az
 new Whittemere Lord of Cranton, sat | nursing his knees and pining for those | very crusts It was past beliefi
 yet presently Joe Rupert finished eat ing. lit a cigar and reclined at ease; | then. after a time, he once more set his coffee pot to boil.
 'Well, dash his eyes, If he isn U going
 to eat again." exclaimed Lord Cranton, furfously. "Oh, the glutton. The internal boa constrctor!"
 Joe, indeed, was preparing another breakfast, but when 1t was cooked he
 arose and strolled across to where the
 disconsolate 1ording sat.
 Say, you" he began informally, 'yo'
 breakfus' is ready, an if you ain't too
 proud to eat without yo' fiunky-man, you
 eo,. yit it uIai1at it'S- hot '
 Sir Francis stared at him in numbed
 astonishment, yet presently, found his
 tongue.
 Look here," he spluttered blushtng in
 honest shame, "this is uncommonly hand
 some of you, and I've insulted you again in thought, owed you an apology De-
 fore, but now"
 "Cut >that! commanded Joe You go on eat" He spun on his heel paused
 turned again and added grimiy; An you better eat hearty. too, cause when you gets done I'm a-gpin' to tell you