The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-13
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Because life was @ slow in the Iit-, eIe town of Red Tlirus1, Iowa, GIN. GE1t ELLA TOLLIvER conceived the idea of Junior Country club to save the younger set from utter boredom. It was to be exclu9fve- no parents allowed, no babies. Ac. cordingly, she arranged for the pur- chase of the Mill Rush farm, 10. sore tract with an old house on 1t, and proceeded, with tho assistance of her friends, to overhaul and furnish 1t.
 Ginger was the daughter of . very wealthy woman, the former PHIL VAN DOORN, who was . tol- erant pcrsOn and crazy about Ginger.
 One day, while the rehabilitation of the club house was going on, an artist called at the kitchen of the T0Illvcr home and offered to do . portrait in exchange for . meal. Al. ter he had shaved off his beard Gin- ger found to her surprise that he was good looking. He had studied in Paris and his name was BARD HOLLOWAY.
 Ginger, who was never at . loss for ideas, thought 1t would be . good one If Bard remained for . while in Red Thrush, instead of wan. dering about tho country like hobo. He could pick up some money paint ing portraits. And he could do the mural decorations in the new club house, for Ginger was bound 1t would be success.
 So Ginger gets her stepmother, Phil. to invite him to stay with the Tollivcrs, but the artist delnurs. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER xI.
 Yes" Bard Holloway said des- perately, T want to. and I'd love to stay, but Ginger-somehow she's got you to take 1t for granted Nobody here knows me"
 But Mrs Updike-" began Phil.
 ''Oh, she arranged that herself over the phone not 20 minutes ago. She's the greatest little arranger ever saw in my life. The Updikes don't know thing about me. They just did 1t because 1t was her sug- gestion."
 "Of all the dumb-bells," muttered Ginger exasperatedly.
 Phil laughed. MT Tolliver looked mildly puzzled.
 III ScTIIUly SOEIyt x1OlOWdy said to Ginger. "I'd love to stay where 1t places mo. You put every thing wrong"
 Don't worry, my dear MT Hollo- way" said Phil consolingly. You see, we have one great advantage over me. We know Ginger and you don't"
 "well, I'm beginning to sus- pect. Let me tell you how it hap pened-"
 Really, 1t isn't necessary" pro- tested Ginger. "They wouldn't have invited you if they hadn't wanted you."
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 "Dut you worked them into in- viting me, you know you did. You came around here on purpose, and 1t was the saickest job I ever saw pulled.
 Let me tell you. went through, the League in New York and took a lot of prizes and got a two-year scholarship to study in Paris. Well. I took more prizes in Paris, and I began to think was terribly good. But I came back and I couldn't make a go of 1t. Couldn't sell any, thing. Couldn't get orders for por- traits. tried, but just didn't have the hang of 1t. I can paint all right. but I@just can't sell myself.
 T went out to Chicago and had a try at some commercial work, but I couldn't put that over either. So I just took all my worldly posses sions and piled them into my eight or-nine- hand flivver and set out to paint, to drive, to learn more about life-hoping. of course, I'd come across something good:s.
 "Once in a while Q little job turns up and loaf over a few days and do 1t. And then breeze on. was desperate in New York. had to do something. So I trapped up this morning and offered to do a pencil sketch of your cook for my dinner, and Miss Ginger took me in hand-and you see what she has done for me. I can give you the names of people who know mel have my passports and Q lot of papers and things can prove everything I've said. But Miss Ginger"
 You say you are driving through?" asked Phil with interest.
 "Yes. Taxying west, as you might say. l call 1t 'Rattletrapping. But when I offer my art in exchange for nourishment 1t seems more in keeping with the part to leave the Rattietrap around the bend of the road. I've got drivers licenses and everything. I didn't steal the car. Nobody would"