The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-01-01
GLASS" IN BREWSTER
BY JANE OSBORN.
3
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Some class" calculated Timothy
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 adaptation 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 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
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
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
othys savings had all gone to clear
the mortgage on the small farm he in
herited from his father, but Polly's
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 no.
tel, Polly and Timothy FASTENED to the
hardware store.
Sure you got that money all right o.
said Timothy. Hadn't l 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"
, 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 looked like
one of these brewster girls
Jaw, shucks,'' was Tins rejoinder
Il like you just the way you are OF
| 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 OF
the opposite side of the street
At eight the next morning, Timothy
and his uncle left the breakfast table
ana strolled to the veranda.
81 might as well wait here with you,'
said the uncle. you won't want tt
start out till the women folks get the
things done up inside
But Polly had a hasty whispered
conversation with Timothy's aunt i
met with the elder woman's approva
and by the time Timothy and his
uncle were comfortably settled il
their veranda chairs she was hurryinl
down the back alley.
eyes, uncle" Timothy was saying
shes real old-fashioned girl, sh,
is. There isn't many girls who would
have done what she did-saved al
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
Brewsters leading department store
In quarter of an hour, with a light
er purse, she went to the shoe store
Next she visited the corsetiere, ant
finally the hairdresser.
AT noon, Timothy was still sittinf
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 worl
and they sat waiting for dinner to BIZ
announced.
mo, she sure is as economical {
wife as anyone would want to find,
he was repeating, and then as fig
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 a,
the figure as it approached the yer
anda he whistled again.
Polly, Polly" he gasped, and Polly
slid gracefully into the chair next tc
him. Then she rose and stood showing
off her finery, her arms outstretched
SO that no detail of her transforma
ton could be missed.
Us it class?" she asked, assuming
a tone of mock anxiety and then Tim
othy, usually lethargic and undemon
strative, seized her dainty figure in
his arms and drew the ruffles and gew
gaws close TO him.
II was beginning to be afraid you
wouldn't be back in time to do the
shopping" he said.
Polly hung her head and the color
rose to her cheeks. 81 guess there
won't be enough to buy the incubator
and the separator" she said. as she
handed him the open half-empty