The Dolores star., 1924-07-18
HE DECIDED TO
GIVE UP "GINNY'
By MOLLIE MATHER
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frown to his handsome forehead,
Armsdale decided to give up 'Ginny.
II really must be done before the Lor-
rimers should come with their guest
TO make a camping party In the noun
tain, which for months had been Arms
dale's stopping place.
At first the appalling silence had
worn wearily, the days hlled in with
sketching had not banished his bore
dOm-then Armsdale came upon Gin
ny"-"Ginny" in a dark blue cotton
frock. golden lights aecliing her
coal black eyes as she glanced gravely
up at him.
The winsome and brooding feminine
"Ginny" had a sphinX-Iike quality of
sitting, half-abseut 10 conversation, alb
sorbedly unconscious of the glowing
world about her, her fathomless black
eyes deep in reverie, the golden lights
Armsdale SO admired flashing sudden
ly US she glanced at one in awaken
Ing. Armsdale often brought about
this swift awakening by an abrupt
remark. "Ginny',' he would accuse,
what is your mystery? Where are
you in your absorbed silencef" She
gave no returning smile to his banter.
"Ginny's" rare smile piqued his In
terest; she would answer gravely:
MY thoughts We're not with you,
Artist Her title, amused and
pleased Armsdale-always he was
just-"Artist"
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on fallen tree in an upper opening of
the forest. Her face had been raised
to the song of bird, and he had
noted at once the smallness of her
brown hands, the neatness of the small
feet, too, in their Indian moccasins.
Though "Ginny's' frock was of dark
cotton, she wore about her throat a
long string of red beads made from
shining mountain berries.
He knew that he would make love
TO her, and he wondered If always she
would dart away as she did when he
first began to talk to her. He en-
deavored to hold her in conversation
which he made an interesting lure
with books of travel and adventure.
He was permitted to know little Of
her-the very name of "Ginny" came
10 him through the chance call of a
woman. They had fingered in the
woodland shade until the noon hour,
then had come the sharp call: Gin
ny! 'Ginny'!"
"Tlme for dinner" his wood nymph
had said, and darted off.
He asked Harris that evening to
make inquiry regarding the woman
who had called from the clearing, and
to find out If possible, who might be
this girl whose unsmlllng face seemed.
as time passed. to hypnotize his senses.
Certain it was that the thoughtful
gaze Of "Ginny" haunted him long
after he had left her presence.
Harris learned only that a man and
his wife occupied neatly fashioned
log cabin on the upper opening. The
house was often long closed and va
cant, and the young woman also
stopped there-whose name was "GIn-
n.y."
Armsdale ventured gentle question
ing concerning "Ginny," and her life
in the mountain. Sweet, inscrutable,
she evaded reply. He was sorry for
her; lonely life for one young and
fair as "Ginny." Yet, deliberately he
planned to add to that sorrow by
teaching her the lesson of love-to her
later desolation.
Her continued companlonshlp gave
to him the answer he sought; for
again "Ginny" came to his side
yielded even wonderingly to his kiss
He had laughed eXultantly as she
darted from his embrace; frightened
for the time, he thought, amusedly.
His amusement did not last. Over
whelmingly came the desire to see the
woodland maid again; he had sought
her eagerly, but after the caress she
made no picture in the vagrant sun
shine of the forest path
So, still each day hopefully at the
trysting place, Armsdale made his de-
cision. He would give up "Ginny."
When she must come again he would
tell her that she might no longer seek
him in the forest opening. Inex-
plicably against the thought came a
memory flash of "Ginny's" somber
eyes, the CLINT of gold in their depths
that stirred his pulses. Poor little
mountain maid, she would grieve for
him In her desolation-these silent
women were strange. But-the Lor-
rimers were coming, and with them
Helen Moreland, whose assured place
in society, whose confident charm he
might still consider worthy to claim
his own. The artist arose in sudden
eagerness, banishing unhappy thought
of his determined task. "Ginny"
stood before him. He stared-"Gin-
ny" with an enhancing smile curling
her red lips, as she wound the red
beads about her fingers.
"The time has come" remarked
this new "Ginny," ms the walrus said.
ito talk Of many things. Mrs. War
ring, with whom I am staying, tells
me that you are to have guests: they
may be better informed than you re-
garding your neighbors. Therefore, !
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