The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1930-01-17

But Wneu sue was dSk QTeu thdt tnelt
| departure was final, she flew upstairs
| to the room where her sisters were In
| dustriousIy sewing lsce upon bits of
silk to accord with the very latest
| fashions In lingerie.
'Girls, hurry and get dolled up"
she said. "Father and Hiram have,
gone out to dinner--to Jop Vests 4
and Eddy jackson Is coming in, and
| I'm doing all the work myself. so,
we're going to pretend it's a party,
| just for u.s."
aPut. it or TIL tomorrow night" said,
Marjory, "so-father win be here"
s'Can't. Eddy has some kid from
| some place old school friend, or some,
| thing land he wants something to do.
with him, so they are coming here,
| Come on now, let's have good time.
Look, j bought you each present
silk-to-fhe-top." She brandished the
stockings before them. "A sale. Good
/ ones.''
Marjory's eyes were wistful. "TheyI
are just lovely" she said. "but |
shan,t waste them on Eddy Jackson
and that child from some place. I'll
keep them, till tomorrow when-father
Is here"
sSince when has father shown such
fondness for silk stockings? And Il
you don't put them on this very min
ute, I'm going to wear them myself.
Aw, Margie, beea sport. Show Eddy
good time for once. Think how
| good he was 10 father"
Either the pleading or the threat
was to good effect. Marjory hastily
| pulled off her shoes and stockings.
and tried on the new silks-to-the-top.
The shimmery wilderness Of them, the
silken softness, seemed to inspire her,
to inspire Miriam, also, who quickly
emulated her example, and melting
each other to further effort by this
brave beginning, they entered joy
ously into the spirit of the affair.
| They brought out their entire ward
| robe to make selections that would
| match the charm Of the silk stockings
| treasured bits Of ribbons and lace,
modest pieces OF inexpensive jewelry.
| They tried things on, rearranged, ex-
perimented. They admired bizarre
| effects, offered criticisms, suggestions,
helped to arrange each others hair.
| Ginger, meanwhile, few distractedly
| back and forth. between kitchen, din
| ing room and bedroom, urging them
on, praising the results.
It was five minutes before seven
| when they pronounced themselves
perfect beyond the power Of their pos
sessions to improve. one iota. And
| then they looked at Ginger, flushed,
perspiring Ginger, with rumbled hair
| and starry eyes. Ginger adorned In
trim. cheap. flaming red smock.
"Mercy, Ginger, sou are sight.
You'd better dress. They'll be here"
But Ginger had no intention Of dress
ing. She was going to make this
real party, two and Two. en- tete-a-tete.
| She would wait on the table, passing
back and forth as service was needed.
AS the girls. indeed. often took turns
in waiting upon the table when there
were guests. they quickly acquiesced,
for as Ginger said, she was entirely
| too hot, and too tired, and too ex-
cited to dress.
She Strengthened her disordered
hair, pulled her flushed face with
whisk of powder, and smoothed down
the flaming smock. Beside the twins
in their delicate GOODNESS, their SHIN
merry silken whiteness, she was like
hot and seething little fire.
At the sound of the siren at the
gate, she ran toward the kitchen,
while the twins, each with an arm
around the others waist, sauntered
slowly down the stairs, softly singing,
as the two men came briskly up the
Hagstone path.
But Ginger had not gone tol the
kitchen. Not all the way. She planted
herself just beyond the base Of the
circular staircase. out of sight, bur
where a mirror on fhe opposite wall
reflected the veranda entrance. Gin
ger was not one to miss the approach
Of romantic figure. These things
happen too seldom 10 be taken with
nOnchalance.
And as. In the mirror, rejecting the
doorway. she saw that brisk approach
up the fagstone path, black horror
darkened her eyes, white anger paled
her flushed cheeks.
The twins. cool. white and smiling,
had descended to the boltom-most
step. And in the open doorway, laugh
Ing. stood Eddy Jackson. And be-
side him
Miriam withdrew herself impetu-
ously from Marjory's light clasp. and
dung her arms about him.
ooh, Alex-oh, You darling you
hateful thing why didn't you tell
me?-Margie. it's Alex r.
It was the can grocer.
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