The log cabin Democrat., 1916-02-21


Before they started out, Sally in
sisted on serving Dave with a dainty
mid-morning luncheon of gingerbread
and milk, strawberries and cream, and
they climbed into the old buggy and
started off over the country road on
what was the most exciting shopping
tour Of Sally Bunn's existence.
I just dote on pretty Clothes she
said simply. Tell me, do you think
pink or blue would be more becom-
ing?" And as Dave studied her col
oring to find the answer, he assured
himself that no girl he had met in the
city could compare with this simple
country maid.
"A wonderful housekeeper"-she
had prepared the luncheon with her
own capable hands-"plenty of money
and as handsome as a picture" Dave
said to himself The old man GER
tainly was right"
Then the girl at his side interrupted
him. Why was it that you seemed
so surprised when l said l was Sally
Bunn?" she asked. You didn't seem
to think that | could have won that
prize"
ct wasn't quite that laughed Dave.
Though to tell you the truth, didn't
think that you were the young lady l
was looking for. But l know you bet
ter now. First impressions are never
quite fair"
No agreed Sally, turning her head
away with a blush, but you do think
l deserve the prize now, don't you?"
And then changing the subject as
Dave supposed, very abruptly. Did
you think that was good gingerbr ead?"
That evening Dave returned to his
uncle's house. He had just been
through what he was convinced was
the most delightful adventure of his
life. He had rather overdrawn the
due bill in his efforts to secure for
Sally the prettiest hat and dress and
shoes that the emporium displayed.
He knew he could explain his motives
to his uncle later. He had taken Sally
to one o'clock dinner at the hotel and
then after the return drive had left
her at her own front door, still clutch
ing her beloved bundles and packages,
radiant and delightful IN her happi-
ness. He had promised to be back
early the next day to take her in for
the gala luncheon and automobile ride.
You are better judge OF beauty
than thought you were, uncle That
little girl is not only as pretty as q
picture, but she is the most delightful
girl | have ever met. I never thought
you'd call her beauty, though.
thought you went in more for the
peaches-andcream variety. 1t takes
an expert to recognize real beauty
congratulate you
The uncle beamed with real pride.
II guess l can pick them as well as
the next Teller. So you got her all
fixed up fine, did your"
"The prettiest things in town." re-
piled Dave. in fact, | went a little
over the margin allowed But I in
tend to make up the difference myself
In fact, have taken your good advice.
the true old-fashioned style. From
something she said, am sure she is
not engaged to anyone else"
They were sitting in the living
room at the time, and Uncle Joe had
opened the fly leaf Of the family Bible
where the due bills were KEEP. He
looked at them and his whistle CT sur
prise interrupted Dawes praises of
Sally Bum
I'm bowed exclaimed Uncle Joe,
and after a second whistle shriller
than the last he added, 'if you didn't
go and take the wrong envelope Say.
you haven't been to see the prize
beauty at all You've been off to see
little Sally Bum, the girl gave the
prize to for the best loaf of bread
Uncle Joe leaned back in his chair
and laughed long and loud. Sure,
she's nice little girl and her pa and
l have been pals since we were boys,
one Of the richest farmers in the couu-
ty, and Sally's all right, too. But |
don't see that she's so much on looks.
l guess I'm not one Of these experts
you were referring to after all. Why,
the girl | picked is a regular winner,
golden hair and blue eyes and a skin
that looks like pink and white roses.
Say" went on Uncle Joe, after a
little reflection, what did you buy
for Sally? Well, if that doesn't beat
all. The prize that was going with
the best loaf of bread was only going
to be one of those new bread mixers
the women folks are making such a
fuss about. But I'm real glad you
made the mistake I'd deal rather
have you marry Sally than a girl that
was so stuck on herself that she'd
send in her photo to a beauty contest,
even If she was regular winner"
Copyright 1916, by Mcclure Newspa per
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