Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1930-06-19

Jory nerSelf, plainly not to be out
dlstanced In madness, was raising her
soft white fingers to his cheek, his
lips, bis eyes. Ginger's irrepressible
gaEp STARTLED Them. They looked up
at her, gravely. They did not move.
Excuse me-" GInger's voice was
cold and subdued, very small. II
thought you were In different places
doing other things
She turned short around upon the
stairs, and went up to the attic. In
the studio she sat herself down. heav-
lily, and fell to deep consideration.
She saw clearly that the situation was
critical Marjory WAS hopeless. She
had ogled the grocery clerk. She had
almost held hands with Tub Andrews
and the ukulele. She even practiced
her Establishments IN Eddy Jackson,
who had the fortilude to withstand
her wiles. And now she was fragrant
~ necking the young minister. Ginger
wrlthed In helpless fury. The lin
lister Even a grocery clerk may aspire
to ownership, bank janltor may
progress slowly upward But once a
preacher always preacher.
Plainly then, responsibility rested
upon none other than Ginger, and
Ginger squared her shoulders to re-
ceive 1t. Marjory was lacking In
strength OF characterize much was
evident But Hiram Buckworth, now
he was minister. he must have
some right pinciple whitman appeal
to him, perhaps Ginger regretted
that she could not entirely abandon
Marjory to her own misguided ways.
The home for the blind was on Its
way to firm establishment, 1t was true
but alas, 30 many dimes went into the
purchase OF load II coal, months
groceries, delicate operation for the
eyes, An appeal, then, to Hiram
Buckworth.
The next morning before breakfast,
Ginger, alert and watchful, saw him
walking down fhe i'Hrsfone path. be-
tween the rows of flowers. inhaling
great hreaths of the fresh morning
air, his entire manner and countenanee
rejecting SNUG and satisfied con
tentment with the world Mt large. She
hurried down, and 1,Ined him.
Mr.. Buckworth," she began firmly,
excuse me for butting in-and It
really isn't thing against Mariory.
you know, for she Is just MS nice as
she seems to be-
Il should say she is u
but I've known her long time.
and really, she is a terrible flirt,
though a. heart she doesn't mean a
thing BY It. | don't know whether
she has told you | mean You
see, 1t is already arranged"
ELLEN You don't mean that Mar.
jory-that she is engaged"
The use of the word relieved her.
She was finding 1t unaccountably hard
to express herself In way that would
gain the desired result without com.
milling herself to falsehood.
well, yes, In way. Not exactly
engaged, You understand. but 1t Is all
II you know what mean "
Yes, | do know what you mean"
The bright ruddiness went suddenly
out OF Hiram Buckworths face. II
understand entirely too well. You
are a good sport for tipping me oil.
/ see."
And then he went quickly indoors
and said nothing else. The appeal to
Hiram Buckworth had indeed reaped
results after fashion, but Ginger did
not feel very well pleased. Hiram
Buckworth, although anything but
romantic figure, was a nice chap. And
the shocked look on his face, the
strange. hurt, stricken look, had
touched her heart. He had looked
sorry. Ginger did not enjoy seeing
people look sorry. not even disgusting
pretenders who paved and held hands.
Breakfast, usually such a gay and
CHEEKY meal, proved an awkward oc-
,aslon- Hiram Buckworth seemed
every inch minister. unsmiling,
grave, and stifly formal. He talked
exclusively to Miss Jenkins, and not
very entertainingly. He did not look
at Marjory, who had come In a little
ate with her usual bright morning
-adiance. But her radiance was Of
short duration, pallng swiftly to
startled. wde-eyed wondering. She
lad no appetite, toyed Idly with her
ork, and kept her eyes upon his face,
as though her eyes were
seeking something. asking questions.
But always they found nothing, r.
'eived no answer. Immediately after
breakfast ne excused himself, and
vent quickly out OF the room
Ginger was very uncomfortable In
Iced She tried to tell herself that
The was merely imagining that these
hlngs were so--that 1t was a mere
chance thai Hiram had not looked at
harjory, that Marjory could not eat
Ter breakfast But she was unconl-
Not even a trip to the
'tndio, and pninstaking count OF her
iolFs trunk OF dimes suff1ced to put
Ter In cheerful frame OF mind Not