Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1929-01-04

was used for church dinners. sOcials
and the like. This luncheon was to
take the place Of home reception.
The details Of the ceremony had been
carefully practicedL Horace Langley.
with Eddy Jackson az his best man.
was to wait In the small room at the
left side OF the pulpit. The brides
maids were to gather In the primary
room, just inside the main entrance.
Helen decided that when all the
invited guests sat silently waiting
within the church. she, with her IA
ther, would walk quietly across the
intervening space from parsonage
to church-such very little way
and while Ellen took Elm on around to
the pulpit room on the right OF the
altar, she would join her attendants
In the primary department. .
For fully week, although but ten
days bad elapsed since the forging Of
the first link that was to grow into
an endless chain of silver dimes. Gin
ger had logged the steps Of the post
man.
Letter for met There's mott That's
funny"
But on the very day before the
wedding, as though to ill her cup to
utter OVERLOOKING, the postmaD deliv-
cred three letters addressed 10 3.
Tolliver. all In strange handwriting.
swell, that's funny" stammered
Ginger, and held out A trembling hand.
and with the guilty consciousness OF
the evild0er, sure The very pOstman
must be suspicious Of such . sudden
burst OF correspondence, she added.
Bunch of ads, suppose" She was
so excited that she fell Off the ladder
three times before she finally got her
self-and the three letters-into the
attic studio under the dormer-windOw.
She was trembling nervously. Her
chilly fingers tore uselessly at the
stiff paper, she had 1t open al last, q
dime rolled out upon the floor. She
seized and kissed it.
''You're my nest egg" she whis-
pered, "y0u're my lucky piece, you're
what some dumb farmer would call
pay dirt"
She opened the other letters, three
dimes resulting. sort OF stiffness
came over her. She sat, huddled
into small bunch on the old stool
and read the letters-pleasant letters,
sympathetic, at Is Joy 70 help in
such good work." "God bless the
cause" pleasure to add my mite
"The darlings." said Ginger. ''The
dear, sweet, generous, Christian
souls" Ginger had significant habit
of Judging ones Christianity, not BY
his Thoughts but by his contributions.
Three dimes to her represented three
devout Christians. Very still she sat
on the old stool, very quiet, enveloped
in sweet and grateful gladness. Her
mind leaped swiftly on, TO expensive
curative treatments for her father,
new rich furniture to replace their
threadbare shabbiness, coal and steak
and chickens.
She kissed the letters, one after the
other, and crumpled them In her hand
to be burned.
Little white angels" she called ten
derby.
Then she cast about for proper re-
ceptable for this incipient fortune.
Three dimes, of themselves, did not
require much treasuring, but the
highly imaginative eyes Of Ellen Tolli-
yer looked already upon the thousands
and thousands, In neat little stacks,
that were to come. In another part
Of the attic she ferreted out an old
dolls trunk, very dusty, very shabby,
but stout, well made, with q strongly
hinged top, and best of all, with the
old lock still intact and the key
dangling from a string. Within It,
side by side, she laid the three dimes,
and turned the key In the rusty old
lock. Then she moved everything
else of her desk, and directly in the
middle of Il she placed the trunk,
royalty alone. The key she thrust un.
concernedly into the table drawer.
She was not afraid Of thieves.
Her sigh was a great and glad one.
AT last fortune smiles upon the par
sonage, and all the Tollivers In It,"
she whispered joyousiy. "Perhaps MOI
much of smile SO far-just q little
giggle, but nice little giggle. The
poor little church mice are going to
surprise folks one of these days"
She wished greatly to tell her sis
tiers of this sudden turn in the tide
of the family fortune, but that little
inner monitor, which Ginger most IN.
scripturally called bunch, warned
her against this confidence, and she
buried herself. and her seething emo
lions as well as she could In plans
for the following day.
Long before the high hour OF noon
on Helen's wedding day. she was
daintily arrayed In her blue orxandie
pirouetting up and down the hall from
room to room, hurryins everybody,
criticizing the general appearance of
her sisters, ofering endless pert sue.
gestions, and always melting them to
greater haste.
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