Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1915-03-04
Evening Star S
Daily Story
PATENTS AND POLLY
BY MOLLY McMAsrER.

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way worried him. He had no doubt
left it In the subway train that had
carried him homeward from the
financier's office.
"a However, since the thing was not
& worth financing and putting on the
{ market Crawford didn't care what
happened to his patent All he did
know was that he would not spend
another cent nor yet another atom
Of brain energy trying to invent egg
boilers or any other kind of a boiler
He had banked rather heavily on the
outcome OF his visit to the financier,
but the expectations had ended
Crawford would hope for nothing in
the future, save his $40 week. His
dreams of sudden and vast wealth
brought about by startling demand
3 for his patent egg boiler vanished
into the past. even as his model itself
had lost itself In the subway. Craw-
ford hoped it had fallen beneath the
wheels and been crushed to powder.
He laughed bitterly and could not
remember, so gloomly was his atti-
tude, that the great financier had
mentioned that slight amount of
added thought spent on the patent
would no doubt result in most sue
cessful egg boiler.
And Polly Woodward, returning
from hard day in the Office OF her
employer, picked up the small pack
age that had been left in the seat into
which her tired body sank.
She was far too weary to ponder on
the exact nature of the thing she had
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FOR kitchen use. 1t might be a baby
feeder or even a grill of some kind.
Later. when she had cooked her eve
ing meal in the tiny kitchenette her
fiat boasted. she would no doubt have
sufficient brain energy to fathom the
character of her find For the pres
ent she closed her eyes-they were
strangely luminous-and robbed the
gentleman opposite of the pleasure OF
watching them. He. also a tired tolier
of Wall Street. had been resting his
own eyes unobservediy on the beauty
oi the weary little worker. John
Ellsworth was more than ever re-
gretful that SO many women were
Eorced to enter the field of labor.
When Polly Woodward had finished
her evening meal and the flush OF
health had returned to her cheeks.
and renewed power to her brain, she
sat down with the patent and studied
It minutely.
''An egg boiler" she unused. 81
wonder If it's any good or just like
the thousands of other egg boilers? p"
Curiosity got the better of her and
she trlpped lightly into her kitchen
to experiment with Jim Crawford s
patent and one of her sixty -cents-a-
dozen eggs.
''I will have to use this for salad
tomorrow" she told herself by way
of apology for her extravaganza.
Using great care so that no harm
would come to the model, Polly put
in her egg. She felt certain that
the person who had lost the patent
would claim 1t by advertisement, and
she did not want to damage II.
To her interested eve the thing
seemed to be one of those labor-sav-
ing devices so dear to the domestic
woman's heart Polly had many lit-
tie contrivances that saved her both
footsteps and time. Where there Is
adequate kitchen space the most
modern equipment is none too mod
ern.
The indicator on the egg boiler
snapped and Polly removed the egg.
only to find it half boiled. She
sighed disappointedly. The patent had
seemed so promising yet 1t failed be-
cause of the indicator.
"Surely it could be quite easily ad-
iusted," she pondered while she
cleaned the model and dried 1t care
fully. '.There would be one of these
in every kitchen IL it could be easily
regulated to any number of minutes.
All the girls in the Office would have
one. wonder"-the continuation of
Polly's query was carried on in the
small sitting room, whittier she went
with Crawford's patent. Her lumi-
nous eyes were half closed, SO close
was her scrutiny of the egg boiler
She sat down under the light, her
busy brain hard at work.
When week had passed and no
one had advertised for the model
Polly became impatient. She had per-
fected the boiler until 1t worked like
a charm, and 1t 'rritated her to real
ize that the inventor was so lacking
In interest as to put forward no claim
FOR his patent. 1t should be on the
market, yet she was not free to go
to the financier in the office build
ing in which she worked and put 1t
before him. She had heard that John
ellsworth was always ready to
finance anything good.
1t was Polly herself who finally ad-
vertised for the person who had left
small package on the subway con-
tanning an invention.
Crawford from whom the shades
of gloom were gradually lifting. hap
pened to see the advertisement and
went forthwith in search of his lost
property.
It was perforce after business hours
that he went. Polly Woodward had
scarcely tidied up herself and her fiat
before her bell sounded.
Crawford was decidedly pleased
that he had lost his model when he
beheld Polly in the doorway
you can make stacks of money
out of that" she told him when she
had drawn him into the cozy sitting
room. "It only required a simple bit
of regulating. You won't mlnd my
showing you, will your
Crawford wouldn't have minded
anything she chose to do. but he
merely listened attentively to her
curiously intelligent explanation OF
his error.
"By Jovel My head is solid ivory
not to have seen that" he said
with o splendid dash of color In his
cheeks and sparkle to his eyes. But,
after ALL he added quietly. looking
at her, "it takes woman's head to
iigure out these necessities for the
botne.' He glanced wistfully about
the lovely room that was tastefully
but inexpensively furnished, and
sighed.
Polly Woodward laughed out
"Poor man" she said softly. IT
pity anyone who has to live In 8
boarding house. But +" she added.
quickly and joyfully. don't you see
that your patent VIII make a nice