The Little River news., 1920-07-28
AN OVERALL
 EXCHANGE
By OTILLIA F. PFEIFFER

you know that denims have gone up over ohe hundred per cent in price?"
 "f didn't" replied sturdy Aaron Til den, old farmer and a lifetime cus- toner of the first speaker. land, al- though need some right now. I'll not bankrupt myself by such reckless cat sring. to this. high cost of living extor- tion."
 '""Well. I'll favor you as wouldn't many people," observed the storekeep- CT. "A new stock is coming in to- morrow, but I have half bolt of the blue you like so we'll. old stock. You can have 1t at the old price, too."
 "Thank you," nodded Tilden. "I'll he fair with you as to what potatoes you need" and departed with his team. congratulating himself on securing a real bargain.
 "For mercy's sakew exclaimed his wife as, reaching home he carried in his purchase. What do you ever SUD- pose we can do with all that lot of goods?"
 "Why. I'm always ready for new outfit Dick will be home from school next month and will want a roughing 1t suit. and I'll guarantee neighbor Forbes. with two grown-up daughters, will be glad to take the balance of our hands," Forthwith Mrs. Tilden set at work to make four suits. two for her hus- band and two for her son. The latter were destined to play a prominent part in the career of stranger who be- came a member of the TiIdeh house. hold a week later. He was a young man from the city named Boyd Wis ner. looking for comfortable board and lodging for a month amid the peace and quiet of nature. He had been directed to the Tilden farm as the select and ideal place where plain home living meant luxury to the man with a healthy appetite. and he walk ed out to the farm. took one look at its happy faced. buxom mistress and the evidences of comfort and prosper ity about the home. and felt that he was among friends from the start.
 "Sort of over stylish for us, isn't he, Maria?" suggested her husband. when their boarder appeared at the breakfast table the next morning wearing the light fancy suit of the afternoon previous.
 "Oh, mo-" came the prompt reply. "Mr. Wisner has been telling me of his troubles. His trunk didn't arrive when he did and he won't have change of clothing until 1t dOes He Is going to the station to see about, 1t first thing after breakfast"
 But two hours investigation and telegraphing brought no results. Some where along the line the trunk had, been lost. stolen or delivered to the wrong person.
 "It won't take long to ruin this flimsy outfit I'm wearing among the bushes and brambles," remarked Wis ner. "1 came here to rough it, and any old suit would do if you could hunt one up for me-"
 "Why." exclaimed the helpful house wife, If you're not too proud to wear overalls I can fit you .Out wonderful ly well. Our son is about your build. I just finished two new working suits for him last week and you can wear either of them, or both. until your trunk is found"
 "I declare" exuberated Wisner as he viewed himself newly attired in the mirror, "they actually become me. Mrs. Tilden, you are jewel and I can play the happy farmer boy to per lection"
 Just that Boyd Wisner set himself the task of doing It became nov city and a joy to share in the early morning work on the farm and get up satisfactory appetite before break fast. That jaded sensation of ennui began to dissipate under the spur Of healthy exercise. Then afternoons he would take his fishing rod, and no Isaak Walton ever enjoyed more the sport of angling for supper supply of rare speckled trout.
 He was returning homeward with his usual string of fresh water beauties when a figure, that of a girl of about nineteen, crossed the path lining perfect wildwood tangle, lost her foot ing and disappeared where the edge shelved She was blur of blue color. for she wore a skirt and waist of the same material as his Overalls Wisner caught the echo of faint cry. He hurried to the path and glanced down among the bushes. The fairy in den i'm was recovering her poise where ledge enabled her to sustain tempor- ary footing.
 "Don't waver, or you will have an other tumble" called down Wisner. He threw himself fiat and extended his arms. A face of flashing beauty looked up into his own. A pair of delicate white hands accepted his prof. fered help.
 "Marjorie!" '"
 ! How much that utterance expressed to him. for here strangely was the girl whom he had parted from in the 1 city week previously, he in a tih because she smiled at rival, she net 1 tied and imperiOuSly declaring that