Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1930-07-03
Illustrations bu
Irwin Myers

the Overtaxed store Of dimes.
On Tuesday Of that week, Eddy
Jackson called Ginger TO the tele
phone.
Call out Your brass hand" he cried,
with laughter In his voice. II have
truly romantic figure lined up for
you"
Ginger shifted audibly into the tele-
phone. "A farm hand. ! suspect" she
said unpleasantly.
"A false suspicion. He hales from
New York"
so did the can grocer. 1t seems 1t
takes all kinds to make New York.
well, his father pays enough in
come tax to buy the whole state of
Iowa. And this chap himself-thanks
to The convenient death Of lot OF re-
mote relatives-is worth cool mil
lion. Hot million, I'd call it, but he
says cool"
rs he cripple? inquired Ginger
cautiously.
mo. He is not what I'd call an
Adonis, but he is in good health. He
played halfback at college. He Is not
disabled In any apparent way. Lead
ing members Of your sex have been
known to make friendly overtures to
him without much provocation."
In spite of her own best Judgment,
in spite OF the many pitfalls she had
found to await The uliwary pursuer OF
romance and riches, Ginger's heart
warmed to the chase. True, it had
warmed in the pasr, warmed often
and in vain. But after all, could so
much hope, so much patience, and oh,
so very much faith, fail in the end TO
be productive Of good results? Ger
tainly the time was ripe for the smile
| of fortune. Had not suffering pre-
vailed enough nights in the old par
sonage to merit the Joy that cometh
| in the morning?
"Oh, Eddy" said Ginger anxiously,
| Il wish we could get rid of Miriam.
! She's SO likely to say something smart
| just at the wrong minute, and get his
mind off Marjory's looks. Won't you
| take her out somewhere"
Certainly not. 1t wouldn't look
well. He knows there's quite fam
| lily OF you, SO it would he too pointed
| just to threw him headlong at Mar
| iory's complexion, us you might say.
No, you'd better have Miriam on hand,
/ too"
Ginger leaped to her plans with
| young enthusiasm. Now, we must
/ rush the thing through with a lot Of
snap" she cried. Sweep him right
off his feet-and sweep Margie off
too. For you know Wait till see
| if anybody's around You know,
Eddy, she's awfully gone on You
know who Preacher! Wait, till
close the door! Yes, he's nice, but he
can console himself with Miriam.
Such sensible girl ought to be a
great consolation to religion
Eddy's invitation for them to come
out to Pay Dirt for dinner at the farm
she negarived after a moments con-
| sideration.
mo. Too prosaic. Your mother is
SO practical. She and Miriam would
be sure to talk OF canning fruit, or
frying chickens, or what not. No,
you bring him here. don't know how
in the world I'll get rid Of Hiram, but
/ will I'll get rid Of father, TOO, for
| hn'6 ha IN pyi n hos n
honest. Make it rather late-the fur
niture doesn't show up so WE'LL
mean 30 badly-when 1t Is dark. Come
for dinner, but not TOO early. Come
In the cleaning"
"All right. What time Is the gloam-
ing?" asked Eddy.
Ginger hung up the receiver. Then
she went straight to the attic. This
was opportunity tapping at their door.
Tapping1 Why, 1t was fairly scream
Ing for admittance. A cool million
Eddy was righr-hot million would be
better, fiery million, boiling mil
lion. skyrocket million. She un-
locked the dolls trunk. The precious
cache had been rifled often, and pretty
thoroughly, in the last three weeks
but steady stream trickled into II
every day. And this was to be an
event In the lives OF every one OF
them, thing to remember forever
as long as they lived.
Ginger, with that springng imagina
tion OF hers, could already see Mar
jory, with softly silvered hair and the
delicate rose flush of old age on hel
peach-bloOm cheeks, recounting to the
grandchildren clustered at her knee
beautiful children, all with COLDER
curls and dimpled elbows, and al
about the same size, clustered together
like the cherubs ia old religious paint
ings-"and this partywas planned, and
paid for, for my sake, by my dear little
sister Ginger Ella And there 7 met
She filled her shabby purse will
money, all dimes, and went down
town. There was buying to be done
, much buying. But there was on
small detail thar required ner frs
attention. AT the dry-goods store sh'
went into the private Office OF th