Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1930-04-24
by Ethel Hueston
Illustrations by
Irwin Myers
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Copyright. ny Behhs Merrill Co.
WNU Service

but Cd the very gay Def0fe the
wedding, as though to fill her cup to
utter overlooking, the postman deliv-
cred three letters addressed 10 E.
ITolliver, all In strange handwriting.
well, that's funny" stammered
Ginger, and held out trembling hand.
and with the guilty consciousness OF
the evildoer sure Tie very postmnn
must be suspicious of such sudden
burst of correspondence, she added,
Bunch OF ads, suppose" She was
80 excited that she fell off the ladder
three times before she finally got her.
self-and the three letters-inio the
attic studio under the dormer-window.
She was trembling nervously. Her
chilly fingers tore useessly at the
stiff paper she had 1t open al last,
dime rolled out upon the floor. She
seized and kissed 1t. ~
you're my nest egg" she whis-
pered, you're my lucky piece, you're
what some dumb farmer would call
pay dirt"
She opened the other letters. three
dimes resulting. A sorl OF stiffness
came over her. She sat, huddled
into small bunch on the old stool
and read the letters-pleasan letters,
sympathetic. ut is Joy TO help in
such good work." s"God bless the
cause" pleasure to add my mite.'
"The darlngs." said Ginger. "The
dear, sweet, generous, Christian
souls" Ginger had significant habit
of judging ones Christianity, not by
his thoughts, but by his contributions
Three dimes to her represented three
deyont Christians. Very still she sat
on the old stool. very quiet, enveloped
in n sweet and grateful gladness. Her
mind leaped swiftly On, TO expensive
curative treatments for her father
new rich furniture to replace their
threadbare shahbiness, coal and steak
and chickens
She kissed the letters, one after the
other, and crumpled them In her hand,
to be burned.
Little white angels she ealledaten-
Derby.
Then she cast about for proper re-
ceptable for this incipient fortune.
Three dimes, OF themselves, did not
require much treasuring, but the
highly imaginative eyes OF Ellen TOLL
yer looked already upon the thousands
and thousands, In neat little stacks,
that were to come. In another part
OF the attic she ferreted out an old
dolls trunk, very dusty, very shabby,
but stout, we'll made, with q strongly
hinged top, and best of oil, with the
old lock still intact and the key
dangling from string. Within 1t,
side by side, she laid the three dimes,
and turned the key In the rusty old
lock- Then she moved everything
else Off her desk. and directly In the
middle of 1t she placed the trunk,
royalty alone The key she thrus, I'M
concernedly Into the table drawer.
She was not afraid OF thieves.
Her sigh was great and glad one.
AT last fortune smiles upon the par
sonage, and all the Tollivers In It,"
she whispered joyously. Perhaps not
much Of smile SO far--just little
giggle, but nice little giggle. The
poor little church mice are going to
surprise folks one Of these days.
She wished greatly to tell her sis
ters Of this sudden turn In the tide
OF the family fortune, but that little
inner monitor, which Ginger most un-
scripturally called bunch, warned
her against this confidence, and she
buried herself and her seething emo
Hons az we'll AZ she could In plans
for the following day.
Long before the high hour of noon
on Helen's wedding day. she was,
daintily arrayed In her blue organdie.
pirouetting up and down the hall from
room to room, hurrying everybody,
criticixing the general appearance OF
her sisters. cheering endless pert sug-
gestions, and always melting them to
greater haste.
1t was she who announced the early
arrival Of Horace Langley. hopping
his brow, she said he was, and cling
ing like grim death to the arm OF
Eddy Jackson, who laughed at him.
Much later. with the final announce
men1 that the other bridesmaids were
on hand, she dispatched the twins, In
pastel pink and yellow, to join the
springtime bevy Of orange, green,
mauve and rose In the primary de-
partment.
Then she led her father down the
stairs TO the living room, where he
was to wait for Helen.
"All the who's who are there" she
proclaimed blithely, "and all the hood
lums are parked
She ran up to her sisters room, and
gave q last tender touch to the white
veil. "Oh. Helen" she whispered.
Helen took her In her arms and the
two girls wept together. After all,
Ginger was Helen's baby, had been
Helen's from the moment when, re-
turning from the little cemetery on
the hill where her mother was laid
away In flowers and snow, she ran to
the QpAtAirA room Of that other old