The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-12-30
Observation-Disclosures,
GLASS" IN BREWSTER
. BY JANE OSBORN. ;


Siding her way along the main street
clad in the Brewster adaptation OF
fashions latest mandate.
Polly's eyes were just as keen as
Timothy's and from her place of OBJ
servation at his side on the broad, low
veranda of Brewster's leading hostelry
she flashed glance down the street
that didn't overlook any important de.
tail in the costume of the girl Timothy
was Ogling.
when you get good and ready,
Tim,' she said, with an attempt at a
laugh, seems to me I'd like to get
some dinner"
Say, excuse me, Polly, DEAR" said
Timothy, rising and looking down af-
fectionately at Polly's trim, pretty
features. She visibly bristled, as she
rose to go in.
I'm not jealous, Timothy-T
wouldn't for minute want you to
think that" And she primly straight
ened her narrow-brimmed, flower
trimmed hat at the mirror as she
peAooSo IAiOu6A tAC Aoll.
Polly Peckham and Timothy Green
had been engaged to be married for
six months, and now, within a week
of their wedding day, they had made
the trip from Stony Corners to do
some long anticipated shopping. Tim
othy's savings had all gone to clear
the mortgage on the small farm he in
herited from his father, but Pollys
carefully accumulated egg-and-chicken
money was all to be spent for farm i'm
provements. They were to spend the
night at Timothy's uncle's house, make
a second round of the stores and re-
turn to Stony Corners the next day.
After their noon dinner at the no.
tel, Polly and Timothy fastened to the
hardware store.
Sure you got that money all right?"
said Timothy. Hadn't | better take
it?"
Polly ignored this query. AS one of
the Brewster girls tripped her way
along she nudged Tim and Knocked,
Glass, real class, Tim"
IHcy Wdihcu vi Ill SllcHCe LOT uVo
minutes. Say, Tim" Polly broke the
silence. i've been thinking that you
would like me better if looked like
one Of these Brewster girls"
Jaw, shucks," was Tins rejoinder.
Il like you just the way you are or
l wouldn't been SO crazy to marry
you. Say, Polly, did you get that?"
And Timothy whistled lightly to reg
lister his approval of the short-skirted,
pink-clad blonde who was passing on
the opposite side of the street.
At eight the next morning, Timothy
/ and his uncle left the breakfast table
and strolled to the veranda.
81 might as we'll wait here with you,"
said the uncle. You won't want to
start out till the women folks get the
things done up inside
But Polly had a hasty whispered
conversation with Timothy's aunt. 1t
met with the elder womans approval
and by the time Timothy and his
uncle were comfortably settled in
their veranda chairs she was hurrying
down the back alley.
Eyes, uncle Timothy was saying,
shes a real old-fashioned girl, she
is. There isn't many girls who would
have done what she did-saved all
her egg money to spend on the sep
arator and incubator and things. She's
a kind of plain dresser, but a fellow
can't get everything in one package.
And sure am awful fond of her."
BY this time Polly had reached
Brewster's leading department store.
In quarter of an hour, with light
er purse, she went to the shoe store.
Next she visited the corsetiere, and
finally the hairdresser.
At noon, Timothy was still sitting
on the front porch. Once or twice
during the morning his aunt had come
to tell him that Polly would be ready
soon, but he was becoming uneasy
Then his uncle returned from his work
and they sat waiting for dinner to be
announced.
mo, she sure is as economical q
wife as anyone would want to find,
| y,
ure the embodiment of all that made
the Brewster bellies worth looking al
came tripping around the house by
the driveway, Timothy whistled.
Say, uncle, did you get that class
Some swell dame. If it weren't fol
Polly I'd sure want to make her &C
quaintance." Then as he looked al
the figure as it approached the yer
anda he whistled again
Polly, Polly" he gasped, and Polly
slid gracefully into the chair next t.
! him. Then she rose and stood Showing
off her finery. her arms outstretchet
! so that no detail of her transforma
) tion could be missed.
rs it class?" she asked, assuming
a tone OF mock anxiety. and then Tim
othy, usually lethargic and undemon
strative seized her dainty figure il
8, his arms and drew the ruf1les and gew
gaws close to him.
81 was beginning to be afraid yo'
wouldn't be back in time to do tn
, shopping" he said.
Polly hung her head and the colo
rose to her cheeks. Il guess Their
won't be enough to buy the incubato
2 and the separator" she said, as sh
( handed him the open half-empt
{ purse.
"Aw, shucks.'' said Timothy Let
spend the rest on another outfit TO
, you. You sure are some class"