The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1910-03-05

you want to serve as lady's valet?"
Winthrope's plump face turned a |
sickly yellow.
"I-ah-valet What do you mean. |
sir? | protest. do not understand
you!" he stammered. But in the midst,
catching sight Of Blake's bewildered
stare, he suddenly flushed crimson,
and burst out In unrestrained anger
"You-you bounder-you beastly cad
Any man with an ounce of decency-"
Blake uttered jeering laugh
Wow! Hank, how the British lion
r.r-ro-ars when his tails twisted"
You beastly cad!" repeated the
Englishman. now purple with rage.
Blake's unpleasant pleasantly gave
place to scowl. His jaw thrust out
like bulldogs. and he bent towards
Winthrope with menacing look. For
moment the Englishman faced him,
sustained by his anger. But there was
steely light in Blake's eyes that he
could not withstand. Winthrope's de.
fiant stare wavered and fell. He
shrank back, the color fast ebbing
from his cheeks.
UGH" growled Blake. Guess you
won't blat any more about cads! You
damned hypocrite! Maybe I'm not
on to how you've been hanging around
Miss Leslie just because she's an
heiress. Anything is fair enough for
you swells. But let a fellow so much
as open his mouth about your exalted
set, and it's perfectly dreadful, you
know"
He paused for reply. Winthrope
only drew back a step farther and
eyed him with furtive, sidelong
glance. This brought Blake back to
his hooking jeer. You'll learn, Pat,
me by. There's lots of things'll show
up different to you before we get
through this picnic For one thing,
I'm boss here-president, congress and
supreme court. Understand"
"By what right, may ask?" muir
INJURED Winthrope.
Right" answered Blake THAT
hasn't anything to do with the ques.
tion--it's might. Back in civilized
parts your little crowd has the drop
on my big crowd and runs things to
suit themselves. But here we're sort
of reverted to primitive society. This
happens to be the Club Age and I'm
the Man with the Big Stick. See?"
81 myself sympathize with the lower
classes, Mr.. Blake. Above all, think
it barbarous the way they punish one
| who Is forced by circumstances to
| appropriate part of the ill-gotten gains
of the rich upstairs. But do you be-
lieve, Mr.. Blake, that brute strength"
"You bet! Now shut up. Where're
the cocoanuts?"
Winthrope picked up two nuts and
handed them over.
There were only Ave-" he ex.
planned.
"All right. I'm no captain of in.
dustry"
"Ah, true; you said we had reverted
to barbarism," rejoined Winthrope,
venturing an attempt at sarcasm
Lucky for you!" retorted Blake.
But where's Miss Leslie all this
time? Her clothes must have dried
hours ago"
| ihty uiu' we udu luuCHtOn IOSeJu-
err just this side of the point"
"Oh, you did Then why shouldn't
| go for herr"
| "l-l-there was shaded pool
around the point, and she thought a
dip in the salt water would refresh
her. She went not more than half an
hour ago"
so that's 1t. Well while eat you
so and call her-and say, you keep
this side the point. I'm looking out
for Miss Leslie now"
WINTHROP hurried away, clenching
his fists and almost weeping with i'm
potent rage. Truly, matters were now
very different from what they had
been aboard ship. Fortunately he had
not gone a dozen steps before Mics
Leslie appeared around the corner OF
the cliff. He was scrambling along
over the loose stones OF the slope
without the slightest consideration for
his ankle. The girl, more thoughtful
waved TO him to wait for her where
| he was.
AS she approached, Blake's frown
gave place to look that made his
face positively pleasant. He had al
ready drained the cocoanuts; now he
! proceeded to smash the shells into
small bits, that he might eat the meat
and at the same time keep his gaze
on the girl. The cliff foot being we'll
shaded by the towering wall of rock
she had taken off his coat and was
carrying 1t on her arm so that there
was. nothing to mar the effect of her
dainty openwork waist, with its elbow
sleeves and graceful collar and the
filmy veil of lace over the shoulders