Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1930-05-22

| vigorous SWING 10 MS arms, vfEOr-
ous swing to his legs, noticed par
ticularly how the sunshine cast bronze
Into his dark hair, for. most unmIn-
isterInlly. he carried his hat In one
hand.
"What a alec, clean. Christian boy
he looks approved Miss Jenkins In
great relief.
"Why. how very young" wondered
Marjory.
.'He doesn't look any Hiram to me-"
WAS Gingers private comment.
But Hiram Buckworth, unaware OF
these secret impressions, marched
briskly up The flagstone path. SET down
his bag, and rang the bell decent
Ginger, holding her breath on the
apple barrel counted the approved
twenty-and at the very number. Miss
jenkins went to the door, fustered
and flushed Miss jenkins, unused to
doing the honors OF house.
Il am Hiram Buckworth.. he said
pleasantly, brown hand outstretched.
Are you indeed?' stammered Miss
Jenkins. q am Miss Jenkins will
| Introduce the girls when they come
down. ! was Just to let you In oh.
goodness me, what's that7"
There was sudden crash from be-
low, a splintering, thud, and over
oil, a sharp expletive which In any
other than a ministerial home would
have been considered distinctly pro-
fame. For Ginger. aghast at the
stumbling confusion OF the en-
harrassed Miss Jenkins, of which she
heard every word, in impulsive eager
ness to rush to the rescue Of the par
sonage reputation. had stepped too
far on the end Of the ironing board.
SO that 1t flew up suddenly and dropped
her into the barrel which overturned
on top Of her. The silence That fol
lowed the first crash was an immense
| one.
Nothing" chartered Miss jenkins
voluhly, nothing at all, you see. just
a nolse-lots Of noises here-house
full OF them-rats. | suppose--rats In
| the wall. Come righl upstairs. III
show you your ROOM
Mariory. holding her breath at the
window upstairs. heard th ,se horrible
words. What was the woman think
ing of? Her instructions had been
positive, oft-repeated. 10 take him TO
the living room break the news of
ten dollars week. and hold him In
conversation until the appearance OF
the two girls for formal introduction /
Up the sIars-and Marjory spying
upon him from the window She ran
toward the door. but already they
were at the curve of the circular stair
case. She threw a wild glance about
the room-no possible escape-the
closet, the bath with its single en-
trance She, MarIory, presiding
hostess Of the house to he caught In
this humiliating predlcament? Not
to be thought of
As quick as thought, she dropped
to the floor and crawled beneath the
bed where the fringe OF the lace
| spread sufflced to curtain her retreat.
TITS nice ROOM" rambed Miss
Jenkins nervously. Its Mr.. TOLL
ver's own room. hope you like
religious books. Mr.. Tolliver never
reads anythings else--not that he
reads anything now, poor dear. what
with his eyes-I suppose you've heard
about that7"
Eyes, such a misfortune"
Eyes, such nice man. That's
your bathroom-you needn't be afraid
to use IT, II goes with this room. We
have another one at the back. Mar
| j0ry emptied the closet for you, and
the bureau drawers are empty. We
have supper at SIX o'clock. and Oh,
forgot to introduce the girls. But
they didn't come down, did they7"
Beneath the bed, Marjory writhed
In helpless fury at the poor woman's
futtering anxiety. But she went out
at last, and closed the door behind
her. Marjory lay rigid beneath the
bed, hating the young preacher, hating
Miss Jenkins, despising herself for
her childish curiosity. Her only hope
was that Quick-witted Ginger, missing
her, would guess her predicament,
and devise scheme to get the new
| boarder out OF the room for while.
Unfortunately. Ginger was In a pre-
| dicament OF her own.
But Hiram Buckworth knew MOTH
Ing OF these unpleasant complications.
He put his bag on a chair, and
opened 1t, leIsurely. Then he went to
| the closet, and looked In. Crossed
to the windows, and looked opt. Stood
before the bookshelves, examining the
titles OF books, now and then taking
out volume for a brief inspection.
"Oh, dear heaven" prayed Marjory,
"don't let him get inspired to write
a sermon
Hiram Buckworth left the book
shelves, and had look at the bath
room. He was whlstling softly be-
tween his teeth No hymn the tune
that he whstled. something light,
something catchy. with rolling ca