The Huttig news., 1916-10-07
A FAMILY FEUD
By LOUISE YER.

on the Otner.
 Polly Brown grew up to hate Tom Watterson and Tom had been taught to dislike the Brown girl. Things had been much worse since the incl dent of the egg. It really was an ac cident, for Polly never meant to hit Tom in the back with it. She knew It was passe the minute she discovered the hidden nest in the chicken coop and. picking 1t up gingerly between her thumb and foretnger, she had aimed over the fence into the back lot. But the egg slipped, and just then Tom strengthened up from his wedding. Polly closed her eyes for an instant as she heard it hit. Then she lifted her chin two inches and walked majestically into the kitchen.
 After that Tom called her that lit tie Brown cat" and deliberately let the grass go three weeks without cut ting. so the dandelions would seed again and blow over.
 Polly had voice. and it was the summit of her ambition to go away to study.
 There is no one in Subway to teach me-" she complained. If l only had training I could open studio of my own and give vocal lessons here. Can't I go, father?"
 ''Well-you can write to Aunt Peg, and if she can come and keep house for me for year you can go to New York. I guess I have enough saved for that The only thing l hate about the whole business is that your Aunt Peg is such a blamed bad cook Any way, you'd better ask her to come.''
 Aunt Peg came and Polly went, with enough money to keep her ten years in Subway, but by compression and stinting it might stretch for six months in New York.
 Tom had been studying law--odd hours out of the store and at nights for period of three years. About the time Polly went away, he passed his examinations at the bar.
 Three months after Aunt Peggy had been cooking bad meals for MT. Brown, a third third cousin of the Wattersons in New York told Tom that he had splendid opening for him there So Tom bade his mother good-by and went to the city of sky scrapers.
 One night Polly, feeling particularly blue and lonely in her ugly little room, desired to take a walk down Broadway, contrary to the good ad- vice of her one or two friends in town. But the windows fascinated her and made her forget that she was poor and lonely.
 Tom, rather new to town, decided the same evening to walk up Broad way.
 fairly into each others faces and then quickly away. In all the immense desert of New York they avoided this little oasis of friendship. But Tom re- membered the egg and the cat and the roof and Polly the seeds and the dog and the chickens. He wandered up to Forty-second street, she down to Twenty-third.
 Polly turned. So did Tom. Polly stopped to look into window.
 Someone said, Hello, grille, nice night!' in strange masculine voice and linked his arm familiarly through hers.
 Polly shrank back frightened. Then she suddenly saw Tom rushing at her tormentor like thunderbolt and swing his right fist under the mans neither jaw.
 Come with me, Polly." cried he as the man staggered back. I'll take you home if you don't hate me too everlastingly much to let me walk beside you"
 "Oh, Tom! I never meant to do it. It slipped, truly. The egg, 1 mean"
 You proud little thing! And you let me think you meant 1t! Then I'm sorry about everything I've ever done. I've been nasty brute and am heart fly ashamed of myself But I hope I'm a man now. The world makes one look at things differently. doesn't it? We all need to get out and be shaken up a little."
 Indeed, yes!" agreed Polly, and. later, when they had reached her steps and Tom leaving, she asked: Won't you come to see me, Tom? I'm afraid we cant talk over the good old times at home, but we can babble at least about future prospects. We have that in common, although mine are not as rosy as I had expected"
 Tom promised eae erly. Polly Browns the prettiest girl I've seen in New York" was his comment to him. self going home. T shall certainly try to make up for lost time while she is here. What fool Pve been all these years.' Then whimsically, "l wonder what mother would say?"
 But he need not have worried, for Polly got this letter the next morn- ing from her father:
 Dear Daughter: Aunt Peg got sick and went home last week. Widow Watterson took pity on a lonely old man and sent in the finest things to eat you ever tasted. Of course 1 had to take the dishes bat k, and fixed broken water pipe for her She's A