Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1910-01-14

sickly yellow.
'1-ah-valet What do you mean.
sir2 l 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:
"fou-you bounder-you beastly cad!
Any man with an ounce OF decency--"
Blake uttered a jeering laugh
Wow! Hark, 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
a steely light in Blakes eyes that he
could not withstand. Winthropes de-
faint 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 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 step farther and
eyed him with a furtive. sidelong
glance. This brought Blake back to
his mocking jeer You'll learn. Pat,
me by. There's lots of things6 show
up different to you before We get
through this picnic. For one thing,
! I'm boss here-president, congress aud
| supreme court. Understand"
by what right, may I 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?"
Il myself sympathize with the lower
classes, Mr.. Blake. Above all, think
1t 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.
'3here were only Ave." he ex.
planned.
"Ali 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'll" retorted Blake
"But where's Miss Leslie all this
time? Her clothes must have dried
hours ago"
They did We had luncheon togeth-
er just this side of the point
ooh, you did Then why shouldn't
| go for her."
"I-I-there was "a shaded pool
around the point, and she thought
dip in the salt water would refresh
her. She went not more than half an
hour ago."
$50 that's it. Well, while eat you
go and call her-and say, you keep
this side the point. I'm looking out
for Miss Leslie now
Winthrope hurried away, clenching
his fists and almost weeping with inn
potent rage. Truly, matters were now
very different from what they had
been aboard ship. Fortunately he had
not gone a dozen steps before Miss
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 well
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
and bosom. Her skirt had been washed
clean by the rain, and she had man.
aged to stretch it into shape before
drying.
Refreshed by nap in the forenoon
and by her saltwater dip, she showed
more vivacity than at any time that
Winthrope could remember during
their acquaintance. Her suffering dur
ing and since the storm had left its