Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1930-04-10


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.
Tapping? Why, it vas fairly scream
Ing for admittance. A cool million
Eddy was right-hOt million would be
better, fiery million, a boiling mil
lion, skyrocket million. She un-
locked the dolls trunk. The precious
cache had been rified often, and pretty
thoroughly, in the last three weeks,
but a steady stream trickled into it
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 springing magma
tiOn of hers, could already see Mar
jory, with softly silvered hair and the
delicate rose flush of old age on her
peach-blOOm cheeks, re counting to the
grandchildren clustered at her knee
beautiful children, all with golden
curls and dimpled elbows, and all
about the same size, clustered together
like the cherubs in old religious paint
ings-"and this partywas planned. and
paid for, for my sake, by my dear little
sister Ginger Ella. And there met"
She filled her shabby purse with
money. all dimes, and went down
town. There was buying to be done,
much buying. But there was one
small detail that required ner first
attention. At the dry goods store she
went into the private Office of the
president, TO pay her Methodist re-
spects to Joplin Westbury.
"Hello, how's everybody?" he greet
ed her cheerfully.
"Oh, just fine, thanks. Fathers
getting a double chin. The twins are
fine, too. They 60 to college in just
ten days now. I'm fine, too"
Flows our young preacher"
81 don't know. I don't see much
Of him. l think he's blue-Or lone
some. or something. You see, he feels
that he's sort Of out of things, be.
cause he's not regular preacher.
dare say he thinks the members sort
of snub him on tina, account, and
leave him out of their church talk
and ALL"
"Why, that's too bad. l suppose he
doesn't want to intrude-with your
father there. and all. We like him
frsI-rate."
"But you never do have him come
to your house to talk church-the way
you used to do with father, do your?
"Well, you tell him to come around
and see me. Tell him I especially
asked for him. I'll pretend he's been
neglecting me, and put it off on him
You tell him / want to know why he
never col>s around tc talk church r
when? Tonight?'
"Well-yes. Tonight"
Hell be pleased" said Ginger
gently. Hes so young. He just
loves to 60 about with father, and hob
mob with the old pillars, and feel yOr
are all salt of the earth together"
Maybe your father would like t.
come along"
He'd love 1t. If you really want
him."
"Of course want him. l want botf
Of them. They've been making me
run everything myself, and I DOM
like it."
early this evening? Right aftel
dinner?"
"Tell them to come for dinner. II
call my wife right up, and tell hel
we're having all the preachers fol
dinner. Don't you want to com,
along? When It comes to runnin:
things. you can put II over the Who'll,
board, If you ask me-"
"Oh, Mr.. Westbury, what an idea
It's nice Of you to invite me. but