The log cabin Democrat., 1916-01-11
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!: GLASS" IN BREWSTER
BY JANE OSBORN.


Green, and his keen, young eyes fol-
lowed the figure of one of the fair
maids of Brewster, self-consciously
siding her way along the main street
clad in the Brewster ada ptation of
fashions latest mandate.
Polly's eyes were just as keen as
Timothys 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 IG 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
wouldn't for minute want you to
think that" And she primly straight
ened her row-brimmed, flower
trimmed hat at the mirror as she
passed through the hall.
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
second round of the stores and re-
turn to Stony Corners the next day.
After their noon dinner at the ho-
tel, Polly and Timothy fastened to the
hardware store.
Sure you got that money all right"
said Timothy. Hadn't l better take
it,"
Polly ignored this query. AS one of
the Brewster girls tripped her way
diouS BIG AuuStU I'LL anu uOCheu,
Glass, real class, Tim"
They walked on in silence for five
minutes. Say, Tim,' Polly broke the
silence. I've been thinking that you
would like me better If l looked like
one of these Brewster girls"
Jaw, shucks,' was Tins rejoinder.
Il like you just the way you are or
| 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.
| Il might as well 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 hasty whispered
conversation with Timothys aunt. 1t
met with the elder woman's 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,
she's 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
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 a
wife as anyone would want to find"
he was repeating, and then as a fig
ure the embodiment of all that made
the Brewster bellies worth looking at
came tripping around the house by
the driveway, Timothy whistled.
Say, uncle, did you get that class?
| Some swell dame. If it weren't for
| Polly I'd sure want to make her &C
| quaintance." Then as he looked at
the figure as it approached the YER
anda he whistled again.
Polly, Polly" he gasped, and Polly
slid gracefully into the chair next to
| him. Then she rose and stood showing
off her tinery, her arms outstretched
so that no detail of her transforma.
ton could be missed.
rs it Glass;" she asked, assuming
tone of mock anxiety, and then Tim