The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1916-02-15
"CLASS" IN BREWSTER
BY JANE OSBORN.
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maluS 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 az
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 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 brist,ed, as she
rose to go in
I'm not jealous, Timothy
wouldn't for minute want you to
tnlnk that" And she primly straight
ened her narrow-brimmsd. flower
trimmed hat at the mirror as she
passed through the hall
Polly Peckham and Timothy Green
mad 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
a 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"
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. 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 a hasty whispered
conversation with Timothy's aunt. It
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 saving.
shes 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 a 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.
No, 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
foily Id 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
OF her finery, her arms outstretched
so that no detail of her TRANSITIONAL
ton could be missed.
rs it class?" she asked, assuming
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 heginning to be afraid Won