White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1929-11-22

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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 ito Detroit. He went
through college. and now he has a
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 and 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 firm band cir
cling his brow. It seemed shameful
thing to him, in his gentle orthodoxy,
that he should chafe at the TEN.
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 great accom-
plishment for Red Thrush. He
wanted to look into the glad faces of
his members on that day. he wanted
them to see the grateful Joy in his.
1t 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, If 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 a critical time for the min
lister. The building of new church,
designing Of new parsonage, dis.
posal Of che old property, oil 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
little. N
t. The day Of rest, in parsonage,
affords scant 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-thirty.
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
there was no pew system in Red
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
It 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
gentler, yet somehow more incisively
penetrating, since his blindness.
"Poor DEAR" she thought compass
sionately, for she followed the ser
mon but internationally. and usually
consecrated the hour to her own
thoughts, II dare say II the heather
are right, and we really do reincar.
nate in this world, was fathers
mother the last rime. 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
oil nd of lufn
ing sometimes with Miriam In the
party, sometimes not. Ginger usually
retired to her attic studio
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