Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1930-03-27
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othouSh tue oiibnttst tousp ofon vi
shimmery Wilderness OF the gown wa
strictly prohibited, Ginger lifted II VI
carefully, and held II against her ow
slight figure. smiling at her refiecfio
in the mirror
iOh. beautiful" she sighed raptuI
ousIy. III would be almost worth al
taching husband Just to get to wen
II. Mirinm listen. There isn't thin
| to do-she won't ne home for hour
and hours-nnd she won't come u
while he's there I'm going 10 L
try II on"
Miriam's start was one OF abjec
horrOr-but she listened, fr0wnine
And she showed interest Still argu
Ing against 1t. she held the gown care
fully high from the floor. while Gin
ger slipped out of her modest it'll,
frock and into It's siIkep slip Gig
CLING ecsIntically. nervnusly. both girl,
held their breath as Miriam lifted fhs
soft folds over Gingpr's sleek little
head.
Ginger posed with great dignity be-
fore the mirror. practiclng slow
bridal step.
"Oh. Ginger. II IL lovely. Why,
really. you're quite pretty"
Ginger paraded hack and forth be
fore her mirroref reflection In q com
piete rnvishmeni OF delight .How
sumptuous-l mean, assumptions" she
exuIfed. @How dignified | ami Why.
look as old az Helen. Oh. | wish we
had veil" Her face fell llsap
pointedly.
Unfortunately, the family finances
had not yet admitted OF the purchase
OF thar ultimate bridal accessory.
Look In Helen's drawers, Miriam
She must have something. You can't
get the effect without veil"
Miriam obligingIy ransacked tile
cedar chest, the dresser drawers, but
In vain. She did produce however .
small circlet of creamy white flowers
saved from the hat OF previous
summer. and these she twined prett}iy
ON Ginger's head, admiring the efYec.
But Ginger was not 20 be pleased
But we've got 70 have q veil. 1t
looks like a nightgown, or anything,
without veil"
"You must wear white gloves.
Wait" Miriam ran noiselessly to the
and returned with pair
Of shapeless white canvas ones which
Marjory kept there In reserv. for her
lnfreauent turns of busting. She
tucked these effectively into GIngers
hand. but Ginger would not be dis
tracted from the quest.
Miriam. think-we must nave some
thing Look The curtains"
Forgetting the sacred gown, she
swung herself lithely up to a chair by
the window, but was quickly drawn
from danger of disaster by her sister.
"Ginger. be careful Come away
Iii get It.
Balancing herself OIL the chair. she
one OF the icng thin curtains
from the rod, and shook II carefully
out the window to remove the dust
Then. with nice regard for eifecrive-
ness, she attached 1t by pins to the
wreath In Glnger's hair. Ginger trem-
,led with delight.
"Oh, Miriam--honestly-rd marry
him myself. Think OF walking into
,hurch like this"
.You must walk slowly and look
7ery sad. Brides always look sad
TO keep from laughing, suppose"
"Cnn'i | have your white slippers,
hiriam7" Ginger cast disappearing
ook at her clumsy old mules. Mercy
Vhat-on-earth--"
Sudden discOrdant clamor pierced
he stiffness of the night. and brought
sudden pause to their mischief.
finger stopped In her peacock plum.
ny, and tilted her small head under
he creamy flowers and the f]lmy cur
ain. listening intently. Downstairs.
Helen and Horace also heard the IN
'N~uclon'Io ApAouAs dnu WCut ~ khC I
ront window 10 investigate. MIR. Tol.
Iver heard 1t, and sat up In bed. won
ering. regretting his helplessness In |
lis own home. But bis life with four
ay daughters had accustomed him to
ccepi strange experiences without
much question. and he subsidized quietly. |
The mad medley Of noises presently
etached Itself into distinct and rec.
gnizable consonants. There was an
vertone OF excited girlish laughter, a
horus Of admiring bass.
"Marjoryl"
The big car careened dlzzily up to \
he end OF the nagslone path, and
CURES, many figures, disentangled
,emselves from running boards, fend-
rs and hood. The dark shadow of
lem surged across the lawn. and
.anding out against Ii. laughing, pale
TX, dull gold. with cream-white face
nd arms glimmering In the moon
ght, was Marjory. The wailing siren
"a fallen 10 sudden silence, only the
vanglng discordancy of the ukulele
reclaimed her triumphant return.
oh, Margie," cried Helen, as she
IN to the door to greet her. How
how lovely /"
Like moonlight Marjory tripped into
e dull old hOuGn uffh nor cho do,yy