The Wisconsin tobacco reporter. (Edgerton, Wis.) 1877-1950, 1899-12-15

''GUESS YOU DON'T KNOW WHO AM!
cy Higgins, dragging his scoop net be-
hind him in search of scallops Persis
was digging CLAIMS along the flats.
They were clad in a manner that was
hardly calculated to make an impression
on each other, yet Tim wore soft place
in his heart ever after, although that
important organ was reputed to be
rather hard specimen of it's kind.
Hello, friend!' Tim shouted. ANY
luck?"
"Only a few"
Guess you'd do better if you was up
Poverty point"
Its too fur for me-"
eff you'd jest as soon, I'd admire to
take you up thar. faint outen my way
mite. I'll come up as nigh as darst,
an you can wade out"
Persis nodded her assent. She was
dressed for her work and wore a pair Of
rubber boots which were evidently made
for a man. In a few minutes the pair
were lacking toward Poverty point.
'Don't know as I've ever seen you be-
fore. But p'r'aps you've heered O. me.
I'm Tim Henderson, that lives down
Newtown way. I'm q member O NO. fl.
I go scallopin in winter an drive a car
riage in summer amt one O. the kind
that loafs around tween times nuther.
I'm ready for anything that'll bring in 10
cents. What ] get is enough for ma and
me. Besides, we have generally put
leetle in the bank when the end O. the
season comes. That's more'n most do
down here"
eyes, know you. I've seen you drivin
carriage. The summer folks say you are
as 'commodatin as can be-"
''Well, ! try to be jest civil; that's
about ALL
'"That's more than some is anyhow"
''Well, / guess you're right. But it
don't pay"
Guess you don't know who l ann"
''I'll have to cave on that. sure. I've
'nough to do without keepin track O. the
girls in this town. Never was any great
after 'em anyhow"
''Im only Persis-Persis Hayward. |
sell cigars over the counter at the Sea
View House in the summer an do any
thing that comes along in the winter 'cept
work out. l won't do that. Never could
get along with women anyway"
Persis observed her new friend closely,
but Tim seemed hardly to notice her.
His eyes were busy with the horizon,
WHICH was d lElue ouI IAG
eye Of a sailor will sweep in more in one
| glance than a landlubber in week.
Persis Hayward was worthy Of more
attention than she received on this occa-
sion. She was accustomed to more, too,
which made it harder to bear. A feeling
of pique was rising within her. An ap-
| premiership of four summers in serving
| the narcotic tastes Of ''all sorts and con-
ditions" of men had given her an insight
into the masculine nature. Whether it
was the best side is matter for others
to decide. There is no doubt at all that
there were not few who liked her better
| than the cigars she dispensed. The wives
! and mothers who approved of her might
! be numbered on the fingers of one hand.
But, in spite of all this, Persis was all
right. Neither does it matter a great deal
| whether she was pretty or not The
| young men thought she was, while older
ones said she was invariably cheerful and
good to pass the time O. day with" In
| reality she was as trim as a steam yacht,
ever ready with a sparkling retort, and
her deft parrying with words would have
made medieval swordsman invulnera-
BILE. Deep down in her heart Persis had
not a very high opinion of the species of
mankind that hung over her counter and
gossiped with her by the hour. No mat
ter how the outside world looked at her
conduct. she. in truth, had certain pre-
conceived ideas as to the qualities which
constituted a real man.
The evening of the day she had met
| Tim Henderson. while she was Smelling
the CLAIMS, which she had found in plenty,