Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1930-06-26
CHAPTER TX

great peace, a sort OF subdued
grandeur, descended upon the tur-
bulent spirit OF Ginger Ella, for she
had schooled herself to accept life as
| 1t is, and mold it to her own pattern
as opportunity came. That the OPP
| portunity would never come now, az
concerned Marjory, she was well
aware, but without resentment. After
| ALL perhaps one had no right to at
tempt to mold human lives, free souls,
| like herself. AS for Miriam and the
| grocery clerk, she yet had hores
Alexander Murdoch was leaving on
this very day, and Ginger did not for
! 4 moment believe that the sensible
twin was 30 deeply interested as to
disQualify her for interest in more
intriguing figures-granted the ap-
pearance Of such figures.
| Get her away--that was the best
method. Ginger was adjusting her.
| self to new impression OF the sensi-
BILE twin. SO still she had always
seemed, 80 subtly impenetrable, that
in contrast with Marjory's radiance
she had appeared more of liability
than anything else. But there was
| something strange about Miriam
Ginger did not understand It. She
remembered how Tub Andrews, even
In the gorgeous presence OF Marjory
arrayed for the beauty pageant, had
succumbed to Miriam's stiffness. She
remembered how Alexander Murdoch.
mere grocer, OF course, but still no
doubt possessive of the usual male
inelinat1ons, had passed over Mar1ory
with passing cordiality, to plant
himself immovably ut the un-dancing
feet of Miriam. Strange about herl
Strange about everything, Ginger
| thought.
1.-THE world" she concluded largely,
lit all gone neebee ieebee. The grocers
| grovel to brains, and the preachers
| pick beauty. It's all wrong"
But perhaps when the twins found
themselves away from the combining
familiarities of Red Thrush, away
among strangers, at the normal school
with clothes that became girls OF
their profession, and their looks
clothes paid for from contributions
to the home for the blind But an
other annoying thought arose to dis
turb the even tenor Of her plans.
At the normal school they would
meet only teachers-primary teach
ers, teachers OF geography, teachers
of Latin, English and algebra. Gin
ger sighed. 1t was unfortunate, but
1t WAS the best they could manage
this year--what with the operation,
and the retirement on pension. Be-
sides, II an embryonic teacher could
supplant the can grocer In Miriam's
heart, no doubt little later on, the
new conqneror could also be con-
quered by, say, an embryonic finan-
cfer. She must hope for the best
AS for Marjory-Marjory, whose
beauty, and whose married fortune
were now forever denied them, why
should they, from their limited funds,
provide the money to send Marjory to
normal to study to be teacher, when
she would be no teacher? Why learn
pedagogy, when all her future held
was the accommodation Of her person
TO missionary societies, and ladies'
aids, and the minimum OF threel
The finger OF relentless logic pointed
In another way. Let Marjory prepare
herself for keeping parsonage by
keeping q parsonage-their own. She
could take Miriam's place as servitor
to their father, thus leaving Ginger
free for her own further schooling
and for The conduct of her favorite
charity.
But nothing OF these thougnts
showed In Ginger's piquant face when
she greeted the members OF the house
hold at breakfast on Monday morning.
After all, she could not well announce
to Hiram Buckworth--a re1uvenateo
Hiram Buckworth 1t was, too, all
genial affability, radiating pervasive
good cheer-that II he had arranged
for Marjory to enter the ministry
they, the Tollivers, had no idea OF
spending money to make a school
teacher out Of her. SO she bided her
time, taking q great inner satisfaction
In Marjory's quickened radiance, hef
GREATNESS brilliancy, her vivid JOY
and admitting to herself that however
disgusting this business OF mammal
ness might be, Ii certainly wrought
wonders In Marjory's physical APP
pearance.
To Eddy Jackson she relieved her
self OF the burden OF philosophy which
had evolved from her painful expe
rence.
"You know, Eddy, we really haven't