The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1930-01-10
Ginger clasped his arm. Quick tears
burned IN her eyes.

burned In her eyes.
Darling sne whispered.
Shut it Il not altogether for the
sake Of the unpleasant and the unfore-
seen," he went on cheerfully. "She
Is SO young. And Hiram is a brilliant
student. Marjory win need training.
and experience, and knowledge, to
play her hand In his game"
As to the details. II could be ar
ranged. Methodism makes education
easy for the children of its ministers.
She could work--she said she was
willing to work--for her expenses In
the dormitory. There are funds to
take care of those who must borrow,
scholarships for those who will make
the effort.
"But 1t is too bad TO separate Them"
mourned Ginger. "They will have
such little while longer to be to-
gether. And twins are so very
twinny.r
"Oh. we can't separate them. They
must both CO." Ginger was appalled,
at his cheerful acceptance Of this
wildly extravagant measure.
"Father, -you're-you- Why,
father. the less we have the more we
get ready to spend"
"Oh, well, 1t says lie the Bible. BE
tieve that We have received and ye
shall have So IL we just believe
they've got their fingers on their edu.
cation. they'll get It."
Il suppose SOL
In her heart. for Miriam's sake
Ginger felt 1t was very good thing
1t would give her a much wider range
from which to select a substitute for
the can grocer. Besides. Miriam, ex.
cept for her one alteration. was sensi
BILE. Education might really make
something of her-she might go into
politics, or literature, or-Ginger's
imagination failed her. She knew the
world offered wide avenues to brilliant
women, but she knew not whittier
those boulevards finally led.
The whistle Of the postman brought
Miss Jenkins to the veranda.
In the world are you writing to? There
are sixteen letters for you. Sixteen"
Ginger's greedy fingers took them
away from her. "Oh," she said non.
chalantly, Il am looking up lot Of
things, and | have heap of irons in
half dozen fires, let me Tell you.
Besides. you know yourself. father, b
am too old to be questioned every time
write letter."
"Dear Ginger" he said tolerantly.
Il hope you strike Pay Dirt Of your
own. You deserve to-"
Ginger was glad to make her escape
without further discussion, and with
her sixteen little white angels. Six.
teen dimes tinkled out to join their
brothers In the dolls trunk.
"Pay Dirt, I'll tell the world" she
crowed. "Nhy 1t beats Sunday col.
iections all to pieces. And besides,
that has to be divided with the poor
and the church and foreign missions
and every cent OF Il Is a straight
haul for the parsonage"
SnS ASdu tiiS tSttcESS Slowly one
after the other. sixteen letters. such
friendly sympathetic letters. wishing
such good fortune TO the parsonage
home, calling down Gods blessing
upon 1t in such words of faith, that
Ginger's eyes filled with tears.
"You darlings." she whispered. .You
dear. good. Christian darlings."
In spite of her enthusiasm, she
could not quite Danish slight I'm
comfortable pang Of regret that the
home was not catering to as broad
a field as its kindly donors thought. 4
"But after all. it is very good,
thing to; help the bind. Sven one
blind. And perhaps If we get enough
money we can start big one later