Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1929-12-13

lutely have misunderstood you-yOu
could not possibly intend to intimate
that-that Andrews creature. called
Tub, as remember, who twanged that
goddess ukulele for. three hours with.
out stopplng-is coming to take you
out-alone-in q car-fOr-fOr senti-
mental purposes7 Tub Andrews Fa-
ther, you will enjoy him. he con-
verses to the squeal of ukulele.
Disgusting, father, simply disgusting"
"They used to live here, father. and
then moved to Detroit. He went
through college, and now he has
position In the First National bank.
The president, Mr.. Mills, is his uncle"
'Simply disgusting" reiterated Gin
ger.
In his heart, Mr.. Tolliver was In.
clined to agree with her. He had
found life very pleasant In the old
days. with the interest Of every
daughter centered exclusively in the
parsonage confines, the five Of them as
one mind and spirit. But now, what
with Helen aAd Horace, Marjory and
townful Of admirers, and now
Miriam and this new young man with
the ukulele. his sigh rivaled Ginger's
own.
There was still the strained, high
tension in his bandaged eyes, still the
vague sensation Of n Arm band cir
cling his brow. It seemed shameful
thing to him. In bis gentle orthodoxy.
that he should chafe at the tenn
porary restriction upon him. he had
SO much, was denied so little Even
Paul had suffered his thorn in the
flesh. His great yearning for restora-
ton was almost unchristian. certainly
unscriptural he had said that to
Ginger few weeks before.
eyes," she had agreed pleasantly,
"but awfully human"
Particularly, he desired recovery
before the formal dedication OF the
new church. It was a great accom-
/, plishment for Red Thrush. lie
wanted to look into the glad faces Of
his members on that day, he wanted
them to see the grateful Joy In his
It is hard for blinded face to mirror
the hearts emotions. He sometimes
felt that he would be willing to &C.
cept blindness for months-for year
even-at another time, II only on that
day he could meet his people face to
face, his eyes reading their eyes, and
all rejecting their gratitude for the
realization Of their hopes.
In many ways. his misfortune had
come at critical time for the min.
lister. The building of new church,
designing Of new parsonage, dis
posal Of the old property, all entailed
great deal Of careful figuring. It
was hard to figure finances through
the eyes Of committees. and boards,
and daughters. Approximately two
Thousand dollars was still unpledged
| on the church debt. It had been his
dream that on the Sabbath of the
dedication, his people, Of their own
free will, should make up that amount
calling the church free church, con.
secrated to the service of Red Thrush
without encumbrance. He sighed Q
little.
The day Of rest, in parsonage,
affords seant leisure for sisterly re-
ordinations, and Ginger was forced
to forego her plan to subject Miriam
to bitter grilling on the subject OF
sentiment in general. BY nine-thfrty,
the girls were on hand for Sunday
school, leaving their father the entire
house for half-hour of silent medi-
tation and prayer. In the interval
while the classes were reassembling
for dismissal Miriam ran across to
walk with him the short distance to
the church, where he usually con-
Quoted q brief review of the lesson.
| Sunday school was followed by the
formal morning worship, where, as
Thrush, the girls sat where they liked
with their especial friends. From
corner far back on the right side,
Ginger's heart went out tenderly, as
1t did every Sunday morning, to her
father. She used to say the pulpit
was becoming to him. Against the
dark wood. he seemed very tall, very
pale, almost rdQldnC. Ills VOICE seemed
gentler, yet somehow more incisively
penetrating, since his blindness.
"Poor DEAR" she thought compass
sionately, for she followed the ser.
mon but intermittently, and usually
consecrated the hour to her own
thoughts, II dare say If the heather
are right. and we really do reincar.
nate in this world, was fathers
mother the last time. feel like
mother to him now, he's such lamb"
Sunday afternoon in the parsonage
was given up to quiet recreation
Helen went out with Horace. Mar.
jory, too. went out, with anyone who
asked her, strolling, driving, or call
ing, sometimes with Miriam in the
party, sometimes not Ginger usually
retired to her attic studio.
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