The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1916-01-04
CLASS IN BREWSTER
BY JANE OSBORN.
Observation-Disclosures

some classi" calculated TimOth'
Green, and his keen, young eyes fol
lowed the figure of one of the fai
maids of Brewster, self-consciousl,
siding her way along the main stree
clad in the Brewster adaptation O
fashions latest mandate.
Polly's eyes were just as keen al
Timothy's and from her place of OBJ
servation at his side on the broad, low
veranda of Brewster's leading hostelry
she flashed a 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 q
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 a 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
othy's savings had all gone to clear
the mortgage OIL 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
a 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 hastened to the
hardware store
Sure you got that money all right?"
said Timothy. Hadn't | 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. ''Ive 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 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 we'll 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 a hasty whispered
conversation with Timothy's 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
a kind of plain dresser, but 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
wife as anyone would want to find,r
he was repeating. and then as a 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 for |
Polly I'd sure want to make her &C.
quaintance." Then as he looked at
the figure as 1t 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 finery. her arms outstretched
so that no detail of her : nsforma- |
tion could be missed.
"Is II class?" she asked, assuming
a tone of mock anxiety. aud then Tim |
othy. usually lethargic and undemon-