admiration upon Jess
Randall's face should she see him so well dressed. His Sunday vest,
collar and trousers were new, so the coat and boots were all he needed.

Grimsby was late in coming, and when he did at length arrive, it was
almost noon. He carried a small grip in his hand, which he placed upon
the deck, and went down into the cabin where Eben was preparing dinner.

"Hello," he accosted. "Thought I was never coming, I s'pose?"

Eben grinned as he turned from the frying-pan where several pieces of
bacon were sizzling. He had always liked Grimsby, and the thought of
the ten dollars made him more friendly than ever.

"Guess yer in time fer dinner, Gabe," he replied.

"Yer always on time fer that, eh?"

"Indeed I am. My! that bacon smells good. And what bread! Did your
mother make it?"

"No, Flo cooked that. She certainly does know how to make bread. But,
fall to, now, an' help yerself. This bacon's done."

A gentle breeze favoured the "Eb and Flo" as she left her wharf, ran up
through the Narrows, and headed out into Grand Bay. It was a perfect
summer afternoon, and Grimsby, seated on deck, with his back against
the cabin, smoked a cigar to his heart's content. It was a Club
Special he was smoking, a rare treat to him. But with so much money in
his pocket, he had indulged himself that morning by buying a box of his
favourite brand. He felt very prosperous, and contented with himself
and the whole world.

"Did ye ever smoke?" he asked Eben, who was standing at the wheel.

"Naw. I tried it once, but it made me sick. Dad licked me fer it,
too."

"My, ye miss a lot in life," and Grimsby gave a sigh of satisfaction as
he blew a cloud of smoke into the air. "Smoking is a great soother of
the nerves, it certainly is."

"Ma doesn't like terbaccer," Eben volunteered. "She says it smells up
the house awful. Flo says she'll never marry a man who smokes."

"She won't, eh?" and Grimsby laughed outright. "I s'pose she'll make
her husband buy her chocolates instead."

"Most likely. Flo's mighty fond of choc'lates. She'd eat 'em all the
time if she could git 'em. She's allus beggin' me to bring her a box
every time we come from the city."

"She's just like all girls; they like sweet things. That's the reason,
I guess, they like me. I'm always sweet with the girls. It pays.
Hand me that grip, will yon? I want to show you something I've got for
a pretty girl."

Eben reached over, and hand