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

tinued to hold out rose-colored induce
ments, so long would Ellen Tolliver,
called Ginger Ella, follow the rain
bow trail.
Barred from the. comfortable nv-
ing room, occupied by Helen and
Horace, by the unwritten law Of fam
lily of sisters, Miriam. Ginger. and
their father sat on the veranda. They
were thrilled and expectant. They
must wait-wait for the wealth Of
prizes-wait for Marjory shining, rapt,
triumphant-for fifty dollars In gold.
"Oh, father" cried Miriam sudden
~, IF we are just sitting here-wait-
ing for it-and she should not get II
--she will feel bad-about disap.
pointing US"
Breathless with the horrid fear OF
thus embarrassing their beauty. they
rose simultaneously and FASTENED up
stairs, crowding upon each other.
"As If we care whether she gets II
or not" said Ginger stoutly.
Mr.. TClliver, with the courage OF
his conviction, went Instantly to bed
Not for worlds would he confuse
daughter of his with the though, that
he expected her to bring him money
by her loneliness. But the two girls,
however much they might wish to
spare their sisters feelings. could moi
entirely sacrifice their own. They
must see her-they must must catch
the first thrill Of her voice-feel the
first touch of her quivering fingers.
They took Off their shoes. making
pretense, and thrust their feet into
their shabby old mules. This was to
prove that they were utterly indiffer-
ent to the outcome, practically In bed
and asleep. Then they sat on the bed
and waited a while. II seemed long
time to them.
"She won't be here for hours and
hours" mourned Miriam.
"But If we go to bed we may fall
asleep" protested Ginger. "And she
would come home In whispers. and 1t
would be morning tefore we knew
what had happened"
This was too hopelessly awful even
to consider. They stared at each
other disconsolately.
Sheer desperation finally drove them
up the corridor, beyond the twins
room, to the one which Ginger shared
with Helen. Helen, In spite OF the
excitement attendant upon the beauty
pageant, had been putting some last
tender touches to her wedding gown,
and had left It carefully spread out
across her bed.
$50 slinky," cooed Ginger.
"Real lace" exultcd Miriam.
"If only 1t were the prince Of Wales
instead of Horace Langley"
"But Helen loves Horace"
$50 dumb of her."
They lapsed into moody silence.
Ginger broke it at last. tits not
that I'm altogether opposed to mar
rage, you know. But people should
marry somebody that Is somebody, II
they're going to marry at all. You
must admit that 1t Ia silly of Helen to
marry common school teacher who
doesn't earn cent mere than father
does. She's not gaining thing by It,
not a thing. She's giving up a roll
licking good time with US just to shut
herself up alone with one mathe-
NAUTICAL man. You have to admit it's
dumb"
Money doesn't make happiness"
"No. But it keeps 1t from starv-
Ing"
In absolute depths of desperation,
although the slightest touch upon the
shimmery whiteness OF the gown was
strictly prohibited, Ginger lifted It up,
carefully, and held It against her own
slight figure, smiling at her reflection
In the mirror.
"Oh. beautiful" she sighed raptur.
ously. ut would be almost worth at.
teaching a husband just to get to wear
1t. Miriam, listen. There isn't thing
to do-she won't be home for hours
and hours-and she won't come up
while he's therel I'm going to to
try 1t on"
Miriam's start was one of AFFECT
horrOr-but she listened, frowning.
And she showed interest. Still argu-
ing against 1t, she held the gown care
fully high from the floor, while Gin
ger slipped out Of her modest little
frOck md into ira Sfikon alin nfu
CLING ecstatlcally, nervously, both girls