The Colorado statesman. [volume] (Denver, Colo.) 1895-1961, 1919-08-09

paper Syndicate.)
by gollyr suddenly exclaimed Dor
is from where she stood by the win
low. "if that job doesn't end soon
here won't he u clnm left in the
cover
Doris" came The repronchful voice
If her mother, "p. lase don't use such
unladylike words"
"Find me one as expressive and !
won't" responded the irrepressible
| Doris. I'm dying for some claims. ana
hose laborers laying the new gas
pipes are just digging them all up be-
fore | get look-in."
"But they are busy putting In the
pipes. aren't they, dear" mildly qGer-
led Doris mother. How can they dig
clans at the same time"
"Oh. they're just stalling on the job.
mother, waiting for some more pipe.
The little foreman told me so yester-
day. Meanwhile they're just digging
up all the clans"
Doris" the mother again started to
demonstrate with her lively young
daughter, but as often happened, that
sane daughter took the words from
her mouth. 81 know, mother. what
you're going to say-'Please don't go
around talking to that strange young
man. You needn't worry. I've only
seen one worth speaking to since we
came-and he was claiming, too.
Came from over across the cove some
where. Got lot, too. II he'd had
any decency he'd have offered me
some. Goodness knows limited broad
ly enough
The little mother remarked in re-
signed tone: He thought you we're
a child, probably. with your bobbed
hair and that short. red skirt"
81 should worry what he thought;
he's some country clam himself"
Doris replied. laughingly. IAN the
same, | wish my boots would arrive.
II was so stupid of us to forget them"
Then speculativcly: THAT waters too
cold to go into barelegged."
Il should say So" the mother made
hrste to reply. Doris. don't you
think of such thing"
"No. mother. won't" Gutifully
her impatient young head some way
" getting over those cham fats. where
Al the moment several Italians were
rndustriously digging.
Now. Mrs. Dart. Doris mother had
Wirposely omitted packing those boots.
She had n rather guilty feeling all lay.
Is Doris watched for the parcels post.
This clever. up-to-date young dauch-
ter was rather beyond the old-fashioned
mnthpr.
She was proud of her. Of course. for
Wdn't that same cleverness enable
boris to "hold up the government al
he rate of thirty-five per. with
II ,nth's vacation" as Doris herself ex-
Tnssed It?
And didn't that weekly thirtv-five
r,:ike possible the yearly vacations NJ
fhn shore even If sometimes they had
to come at an unheard-of early dnte?
Rut oh dearl II the child would only
care about clothes like other girls and
not insist On bobbing her hair with
The ridiculous excuse that 1t saved
time.
And then those awful understand
hoots-thnt she insisted on wearing our
fishing and clamming But Mrs. Dart
preferred not to think about them.
Doris was wizard Mt finding way
MT OF n dilemma. Probaf1y that was
vhy she succeeded so well In business.
The only way out of her present one,
she decided, was over bridge fnrthe.'
.p the cove.
This bridge had been started with n
flourish by some bunko amusement
company and finished in n fizzle. 1t
Ircked five feet of reaching the fiat is
land in the center of the cove. But
on that island ere clams-that could
he gotten at without the aid of boots.
So on the following day, no boots
having arrived and low tide coIncid-
ing with her mothers rest hour, Doris
got into the obnoxious Knockers and.
.rmed with short-handled hoe and n
hog walked over the unfinished bridge.
took n flying downward leap-and
there she was!
The clans were plentiful. This was
Mace the laborers had not hit upon.
Doris dug and dug, and the tide crept
nm and up. Clam digging is a time
consuming work; so when the bag was
nearly filed the strenuous young lady
was relieved to find by glance at her
watch that 1t was not quite time for
her mothers nap to be over. But at
the bridge she found, somewhat to her
lismay ten feet of water. shallow TO
be sure, but growing deeper every mo-
ment between the low shore and the
much higher end of the bridge.
"Tlme and tide" quoted Doris. rue
fully, ms she started bravely through
II. The water was knee deep when
she managed to throw the bag up onto
the bridge; but getting herself up was
quite another proposition. The sand
was soft and her feet sank into 1t.