Kalman had spent an unhappy night, his sleep being broken by the recurring vision of the fierce and bloated face of the man who had cursed him and threatened him on the previous evening.

The boy had not yet recovered from the horror and surprise of his discovery that this drunken and brutalized creature was the noble-hearted brother into whose keeping his friend and benefactress had given him.

That a man should drink himself drunk was nothing to his discredit in Kalman's eyes, but that Mrs.French's brother, the loved and honoured gentleman whom she had taught him to regard as the ideal of all manly excellence, should turn out to be this bloated and foul-mouthed bully, shocked him inexpressibly.

From these depressing thoughts he was aroused by a cheery voice.
"Hello! my boy, had breakfast ?" He turned quickly and beheld a tall, strongly made and handsome man of middle age, clean shaven, neatly groomed, and with a fine open cheery face.
"No, sir," he stammered, with unusual politeness in his tone, and staring with all his eyes.
It was Jack French who addressed him, but this handsome, kindly, well groomed man was so different from the man who had reeled over him and poured forth upon him his abusive profanity the night before, that his mind refused to associate the one with the other.
"Well, boy," said Jack French, "you must be hungry.

Jimmy, anything left for the boy ?" "Lots, Jack," said Jimmy eagerly, as if relieved to see him clothed again and in his right mind.