The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1920-03-12

its meant 10 nold oranges. III SOLO IL
private, they'd say, 'Hollister never
give us no chanst on that DISH You
kin bid 1t In" And he went to inform
his stool bidder.
He was thinking only of the dish.
Mrs. Martin and Renie held q little
council. Mrs. Martin took. the jitney
back to town, Renie took up the job Of
watchful waiting. She noticed among
the crowd Of bidders and onlookers
young man whose dress and manners
were most engaging She caught his
appraising eye several times. but mind
ful that she was unchaperoned and
with only one object in view-to get
that luster-ware pitcher-she looked
cOldly away. However, that did not
prevent his gradually edging his way
into her vicinity.
Near by. upon paper-cOvered trunk,
was another stack Of dishes; among
these was another little brown pitcher.
1t would hold three times as much as
the luster-ware, also II had the advan-
tage Of belonging to class of pitchers
the process Of making which is not lost,
so If anything happens to 1t, or any Of
its parts-why the factoryis still run
ming. At least that was the argument
that sold the moving machine.
The crier leaned over the dishes to
pick up lot. A country whisper
reached the ears Of the young man:
"Ain't that the little brown pitcher
that town woman wanted-better bid
on itw He drew near and made his
bid after it was started at 10 cents.
Spirited bidding followed. HOLSTERS
neighbors went up spiritedly or 10
cents at time. The ''town guy" paid
$3.50 for his pitcher, much to the
amusement of Renie, who knew 1t could
be duplicated at the 1O-cent store.
Just then some one tossed roll of
cotton batting into the middle Of the
table of dishes. The crier reached
over, piclGd up the cotton, stuck one
finger through the handle Of the cOvet-
ed pitcher another through the handle
of q glass vinegar cruet, and holding
them aloft, demanded: "How much am
Ibid for these?"
To Renie's amazement and in re-
spouse to her little scared bid they
were knocked down to her for fifteen
cents.
She slipped the pitcher into the hand
telephone to call the jitney for home.
In her haste and state Of exultatiOn
she ran fairly into the young man who
was watching her performance.
She had to stop to beg his pardon,
then asked If he knew where she could
find phone that she might call
taxi.
II am going back to the city myself"
he assured her politely, land as have
plenty of room will be glad to take
you"
Renie demurred. She hardly knew
what to say.
Surmising the truth, he smiled and.
said: 81 am sure that our folks know
each other If we do not. am Paul
Thurston and am visiting my uncle,
Thomas ThurstOn. And l know now
who you are. You are Judge Martins
daughter and / have been wanting to
meet you. Besides, I think you are
right now dying to laugh at me"
At which Renie did laugh, q merry
little peal of laughter, for Paul was
holding up to her gaze his brown pitch
er.
"Whatever possessed you to buy
that?" gasped Renie. II thought per-
f1,. tAIy
"No, indeed, Miss. Martin! am in
deadly earnest. To the uninitiated all
brown pitchers look something alike.
I thought / had executed my Aunt
Thurston's commission in most work
manlike manner till you bought that
bunch of stuff. You see the nurse that
attended Mrs. HOLSTER told my aunt
that she had luster-ware pitcher and
was sent out to buy 1t at any price
Again Renie laughed; : then her face
grew grave. "Oh, isn't it too bad; Mrs.
Thurston will be so disappointed.
What should we do?"
Paul picked up piece of paper and
carefully wrapped up his pitcher.
"Aunt Is a pretty good sport. I'll tell
her the truth; then when / get back
to Philadelphia I'll find her one. AT
any rate, 1 know she hasn't In her
collection pitcher like this. So come
on, let's take our pitchers home"
Was II raining? Oh, but that was In
the morning. If 1t still rained two
young people whose acquaintance be-
gan at a country sale where they were
both trying to buy luster-ware pitch
err did not know 1t, for the journey
back was all too short.
And what did Aunt Thurston say?
She just laughed and said: "What
difference does It maker That pitcher
will be in the ThurstOn family, any
way, or I'll miss my guess"