Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1929-12-06

held their breath as Miriam lifted the
soft folds over Ginger's sleek little
head.
Ginger posed with great dignity be-
fore the mirror. practicing a slow
bridal step.
"Oh, Ginger, 1t lie lovely. Why.
really, you're quite pretty"
Ginger paraded back and forth be-
fore her mirrored reflection In a com.
piete ravishmen1 Of delight "How
sumptuous-l mean, scrumpti0us," she
exulted. allow dignified l ami Why
| look as old as Helen. Oh. wish we
had a veil.: Her face fell disap
pointediy.
Unfortunately, the family finances
had not yet admitted Of the purchase
Of that ultimate bridal accessory.
"Look In Helen's drawers, Miriam
She must have something. You can't
get the effect without VEIL"
Miriam obiigingly ransacked the
cedar chest, the dresser drawers, but
in vain. She did produce however q
small circlet of creamy white flowers
saved from the hat OF 4 previous
summer, and these she twined prettily
on Ginger's head, admiring the effect
But Ginger was not 20 be pleased.
"But we've got TO have q veil, It
looks like a nightgown, or anything.
without a VEIL"
"You must wear white gloves.
Wait" Miriam ran noiselessly to the
bathroom, and returned with pair
Of shapeless white canvas ones which
Marjory kept there In reserve for her
infrequent turns Of busting. She
tucked these effectively into Glnger's
hand, but Ginger would not be dis.
tracted from the quest
Miriam, think-we must have some
thing. Lookl The curtainsi"
Forgetting the sacred gown, she
swung herself uthely up to chair BY
the window, but was quickly drawn
from danger OF disaster by her sister.
"Ginger, be careful Come away
I'll get It,"
oA.0
removed one of the long thin curtains
from the rod, and shook II carefully
out the window to remove the dust
Then, with a nice regard for effective.
ness, she attached it by pins to the
wreath in Ginger's hair. Ginger trem'
bled with delight.
"Oh, Miriam-hOnestly-Pd marry
him myself Think Of walking into
church like this"
"You must walk slowly and looh
very sad. Brides always look sad
To keep from laughing, l suppose"
"Can't have your white slippers
Miriam?" Ginger cast disappearing
look at her clumsy old mules. Mercy
What-on-earth-"
Sudden discordant clamor pierced
the stiffness of the night, and brought
sudden pause to their mischief.
Ginger stopped in her peacock plum
ing, and tilted her small head under
the creamy flowers and the flmy cur.
tain, listening intently. Downstairs,
Helen and Horace also heard the I'M.
accustomed uproar, and went to the
front window to investigate. Mr.. Toll
liver heard it, and sat up In bed, won
dering, regretting his helplessness In
his own home. But his life With four
gay daughters had accustomed him to
accept strange experiences without
much question. and he subsidized quietly.
The mad medley. Of noises presently
detached itself into distinct and rec
ognizable consonants. There was an
overtone Of excited girlish laughter, q
chorus Of admiring bass.
"Marjoryi"
The big car careened dizzily up to
the end Of the fagstone path, and
figures, many figures. disentangled
themselves from running boards, fend-
ers and hood. The dark shadow of
them surged across the lawn. and
standing out against It, laughing, pale
silk, dull gold. with eream-white face
and arms glimmering in the moon.
light, was Marjory. The wailing siren
had fallen TO sudden silence, only the
twanging discordancy of the ukulele
proclaimed her triumphant return.
"Oh. Margie," cried Halen, as she
ran to the door to greet her. "How
wonderful How lovely"
Like moonlight Marjory trfpped into
the dull old house. with her shadowy
train Of admirers-giimmering moon
light.
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