"BREAK O' DAY." BY JUSTUS MILES FORMAN
Illustrated by Jay Hyde Barnum.
(Copyrighted, 1913, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Some one across the table said I this morning down on that old public
something about romance and Jim- pier at the Neck which nobody uses
any more except to fish from. He
was a weather-beaten gentleman
with an experienced eye, and he was
shabbily dressed. What called my at
tention to him was the fact that' he
was lying on a pile of bags of some
thing and looking out to sea. I ask
ed him if he was watching for the
new big liner. The shabby gentle
man said he wasn't interested in lin
ers. He said:
my Rogers ceased to listen to the girl
beside him and leaned forward in his
chair. His manner was exactly that
of a hostess who is trying to collect
. eyes at the end of dinner.
"Rnfnlrinr nf mmfinm " Kniri hp
at to the company at large. Nobody
BP paid the slightest attention to him.
The people about the table were
all talking very fast and apparently
listening not at all, but he leaned for
ward once nfore with a determined
gleam in his young eye.
"Speaking of romance " he said
loudly. Three; or four if his friends
looked up atiim and grinned.
Jimmy Rogers sat; back in his
chair, and the' girl beside hini gave
a little giggle of. delight.
"What's the use of trying to talk
to 'this 'crowd of maniacs?" he de
manded, morosely. "They won't give
you a chance not a chance. And
they're all my friend's, too. I'm going
to drink myself to death."
He had an assortment of things
to do it with. He drank them all,
scowling across the table at Sibyl
Carteret, who had observed his
struggles, and was making trium
phant faces at him over his defeat.
But when at last there fell another
"Speaking of romance " said
Jimmy Rogers in a determined tone,
and his host grinned down at him
and beat upon the table with his
"Jimmy Rogers," said he, "is
rsting with romance as usual.
ease, everybody, listen to him or
-e'll be cross all the evening."
"A long time ago," said Jimmy
Rogers, "our little friend Sibyl Cart
eret now engaged in making a hid
eous face at me across the table
mentioned the word romance. It re
minded me of a gentleman I met
" 'I like to watch the tramps-rthe
poor old rusty, ratty tramps. I like
to watch 'em go sneaking out with
out anybody on the pier to ware
handkerchiefs at 'em, and' without
any band to play. I like to wonder
where they're going to and what'll
happen to 'em before they come back
" 'Think o' the ports they're bound
for! Rio, like as not, or Buenos
Ayres ' (And he pronounced
Buenos Ayres right, too.) 'Or maybe
round the Horn, or maybe round the
Cape or Perth and Melbourne and
Sydney; or right out East to Hong
kong and Yokohama.
" 'And maybe,' he said, 'they'll
never get there at all. Oh, yes, it's
the tramps I like to watch.'
"I asked him if he'd ever been to
sea and he stared at me and said of
course he had. Everybody had. He
said he knew all the seas in the world
and most of the land's too, but that
mere were still some places left, ana
he was sure they'd be worth going
to-r-like the others."
Mrs. Stanley, the hostess, gave a
little laugh of delighted interest and
clapped her hands together before
"Tell us more! More!" she begged.
"More?" said Jimmy Rogers. "Oh,
yes, I have saved the best for the
last that is, it would be the best.
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