The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-02

Ginger mOodfly. Let her! we've always been supported by some- body. Might as we'll be Phil as a Ladies' Aid. Better. if you ask me"
 Ginger, having been born and bred in the cheerful charity of parsonage, had none of the temper amental prejudice against the ac- ceptance of gratituities common to those who are accustomed to giving and receiving little.
 Phil, for her part, was more than satisfied. It was what she desired of all things in the world. In the privacy of her most secret thoughts she admitted that her marriage to the minister had been prompted more by desire to get hold of Gin ger than to surrender her future to the keeping of husband
 For MT Tolliver she had cordial and affectionate regard. for Ginger a passionate and gay devotion. Ger tainly the two Tollivers had brought purpose and plan into tho useless. well-ordered. complacent routine of Doorndee and it's mistress. Ginger beyond a shadow of doubt was the most amazing and amusing human being Phil had ever encountered, and she often told herself that she would gladly have married half a dozen preachers if it had been neces- sary to gain the charge of Ginger Ella.
 As long as she could keep the girl with her, she was we'll content. In- deed she was inclined slyly to en- courage Ginger in her defiance of what-was- to o-be-expected. Phil did not want her to become like every body else in Red Thrush,
 A Little Flame Needed
 "Red Thrush" Ginger was con fiding hotly to her particular inti- mates on the parsonage lawn that mild spring day, Red Thrush is fatal. I've made up my mind to that. It gets under your skin be- fore you know it. like a flea on a
 1T don't see how the others stand it." agreed Wesley Meeker. Were brought up on it. and sort of used to it by this time, but it sure must rifle the heathen."
 "It not only rifles the heather" Ginger went on. Ut rifles me. Ed dy, you weren't there, you didn't see it. It was the last straw, and Pm a camers back. Saturday night at the Country Club! Heaven knows it isn't much of a Country Club. and Saturday night there is nothing to brag about. All husbands and wives, with two or three children apiece, cluttering up the floor in the beginning, and sleeping all over the best chairs toward the end.
 Heaven knows it's not much but it's all we have. But last Sat- urday night-Bishop Stains was here. so father and Phil took him to the Country Club to dinner. Well, it's the only place to take anybody, and you've got to take a bishop somewhere. And ask you-Wes. you were there-I ask you!-is it your idea of wild night when they get up before a dinner dance and call on the Bishop to ask a oless- ing?''
 Eddy laughed. but after mo- ment he, with the others. lapsed into a troubled and throbbing si- lence. Plainly. Red Thrush had sunk pretty low.
 Mutely, each for himself, they considered it in comparison to the goings-on in the rest of the world fiasks, the midnight swimming par ties, the strip poker-all common places of social intercourse as DOT trayed by modern novels and mag azine stories, and emphasized a hundredfold by the betrayals of the silver screen. so lately bursting into speech.
 All Red Thrush could give them was Saturday night at the Country Club, with everybody's babies falling asleep on their evening wraps and the Bishop asking blessing before dinner. Canada this summer if you want to go," suggested Patty. yearning to De of comfort.
 q don't want to go." said Ginger darkly. I'm not the type to go tripping from resort to resort. l can't fiirt with people until I've known them from the cradle up and understand their line. These piaZ- ga peters who offer you flask for life in the first intermission give me a pain in the neck. I don't want to go any place. I want to do some thing" ley Meeker. What this town needs is a little flame for its youth"
 "What this town needs," said Gin ger, lis a place where its youth can get away by itself-away from its fathers and mothers and nieces and nephews and family dogs and bish-- ops-and do it's flaming without benefit of clergy. Nothing puts wet blanket on the incandescent like a family reunion in public"
 A Home for the Bored
 "A bit mixed.' said Eddy Jack son, "but on the whole, true. l sup pose you're grousing because you had to nurse Helen's baby through the last strawberry festival"
 "I'd rather nurse anybodys bapy than attend the best strawberry fes- tival in the world!" cried Ginger. "I never want to see another strawber- ry festival. The next person that offers me a strawberry Ill-Ill-'
 "Yeh, but you're lucky" said Wes- ley drearily. Look at me. I've got to go. Your fathers Superinten- dent. You can make excuses and out off somewhere in the car. Us we got to go! We've just got to. No cutting away for us"
 Wait" Ginger stood up sudden ly. Wait" Her eyes darkened with the strange far-away intentness that from her early childhood had been a warning signal that she was idea. Let's have a Home"
 For the Blind" suggested Eddy Jackson brightly.
 Ginger did not smile. For the she said dreamily. Wait"
 She struck off briskly across the lawn in the direction of the street.
 "Ginger," called Patty Sears "are you going home? Aren't you going to take me with you-you brought me here?"
 "Wait," Ginger tossed back over her shoulder without turning. "I'm just going up to Jenky's a minute"
 In the village of Red Thrush, Ginger Ella Tolliver had two staunch and unfailing allies, poor. faithful. blind old Benny Brooks, and his wife, the former Miss Jen- kins. Of these two Ginger was more