The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-10-11

OutSiuc W SHlOht Cledfb anu pIOn-
enade up and down the beach,
His Lordship and | set down to
have a bite ourselves.
Say" says l, that Page girl
is good locker, amt she? What
made her cut loose from Martin
and take up with Van?"
ooh, / don't know" says
James. II card as 'ow twas be-
cause e was too mercenary. 'E
was an awful chap in the Street
after lis old man died. e was
there night and day. 'Ardly came
'0me at all"
The next day Martin took 1t in
his head he wanted some clam
chowder. 1t was that pesky chow
der that caused Lord James to
leave us. / didn't care SO much
for Hopper himself. but cookin'
and totin' was enough without to
have to help the Heavenlies dress.
James and / will dig the
claims" said Martin. TELL me
where to go-and what to dig 'em
with, and-and how to do it."
told him to take the skiff and
a clam hoe and couple of buck
cts and row across to the main
land. There was claims all along
shore there, l knew.
"You go along till you see a
lot of little holes in the sand"
says, then you dig. Want to
look out that they amt sand
worm holes. And when you be-
gin to dig" | says, you want to
lay right into it, cause the clans
are likely to be 'rundowns' and
they get under fast"
Well, of course, Martin did mis-
take sand-worm holes for clam
holes. And, of course, he did in
sist on Lord James digging. The
upshot of 1t all way that Lord
James almost had sunstroke.
When the two got back five hours
later, James was done up, no
doubt about that. -.
There was a look of triumph,
however, on Martins face.
Hi, SOL" he sings out, as the
skiff floats in. my! but I'm glad
to see you. Gives James a lift
with the clans and things, will
you? I'm done up" q
They climed out Of the boat.
I'VE found holes enough, but
they didn't seem to be the right
kind" explained Martin. while
James was digging at the wrong
kind of holes, | was looking for
the right kind. And at last I was
successful. Struck place where
clans were actually in layers just
under the sand. Just look in
these buckets, skipper"
| looked. Good land!" says I.
"Them amt clams--they're qua
haugs. And there's no 'quahaugs
in this part of the bay unless
they've been bedded. You've
cleaned out somebody's private
quahaug bed. Them quahaugs
was all brought over by somebody
and planted where you found
EN-"
Van Brunt had rowed over to
Eastwich that day. He got home
about supper time. | had the
quahaug chowder made and he
ate enough for all hands. Hart
ley was feeling too used up to
relish it much, and his Lordship
didn't eat nothing.
After supper Van told about his
trip. Agnes and the Talford girl
was we'll, he said, and they and
their Fresh Air tribe was coming
to the Island next day for a pio-
mic.
The next day. what with the
Fresh Airers, might have been a
perfect occasion but for Lord
James. Grudgingly he helped
Martin and Van into their clothes
that morning. Emphatically he
refused to help me cook break
fast. Dramatically he gave notice
following breakfast-said he was
done living on a desert island, to
say nothing of digging it all up.
We were all pretty glum when
at ten o'clock Scudder showed up
with the first dory-load of Fresh
Airers from the Eastwich place.
Miss Agnes come along with 'em.
Then the second load come, cap
ned by the Talford girl. And
then there was doings, and gloom
disappeared.
Rodney stuck to Hartley like a
mud-turtle to a big toe.
Hello, Andrew Jackson" says
to the boy. How do you like
this part of the country"
Great" says he.
Next thing 1 knows the Page
girl comes up the porch steps
alone. Hartley stood up and lift
ed his cap.
where's Van?" he asked.
Hes down on the beach with
Margaret. I came back to. look
after the children"
They're all right" says MAR
tin. playing games in thefront
room"
Agnes stopped for a secofd IN
the doorway. II don't juef UNI
derstand," she said, hesin{ttng,
why you are here. Is 1t tru& that
your health is bad?" ~
NO." he said, with a little
laugh. 81 did feel rather gone to
seed before | left town, but now
I'm having the time of my life.
''Indeed?" says she. 80 far
from Wall Street? I'm surprb@d. !
We had dinner out doors a. the
piazza. While 1t was going on