The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-19
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it Ginger rot . new Idea. Tllns she suggested q 1uniOr Country club to save the younger set or H3cd Thrush, Iowa iron utter boredom. It was to be cxcIusiye--no perents. no ba- bies. Accordingly Ginger, whose stcpmOther, the f0rnfer PHIL vON DOORN, wAs both wealthy and fn- dulgent, purcllased the NH Rush farm, . lO-acrc tract with an old house on 1t, which she proceeded, with the assistance of her friends, to overhaul and furnish.
 Red Thrush seized the idea with enthusiasm. The younger set would paint Iowa nights a deep rose red. One day, while the rehab utilization of the club house was going on, an are tist called at the Tolliver kitchen and offered to dO a portrait of Ginger in exchange for a meal. After he had shaved off his beard, Ginger found to her amazcment that he was both young and good looking. And he had talent. He had studied in Paris and his name was BARD HOLLO- WAY. {.
 Ginger, never at a loss for ideas, Bard remained a while in Red Thrush. She would sec that he got enough commissions for portraits which would he better than hOboing through the country and he could do the mural decorations at the new club house. so,. very clcverly, she got her stepmother to prevail on Bard to accept an invitation to stay at the TOllivers'.
 Bard thought "Joie de Viyre'' would be a good name for the club. It was adopted. And he thought 1t would be splendid if they could im- port NICOLO CALLENO from Chi- n,nv and he could cook and sing and; strum 8 guitar. lie would mQke . picturesque addition to the club. He would be a knockout on the opening night, for which a dinner dance was planned. So he sent for NicOlO. But arrived at the TOlIivcrs not one Latin youth, but what seemed an army of them. Little ANGELO was musi- clan and PIETRO could cook. And BENITO could sing. And how! Ni- colo 1t seemed could not come, and they had come in his place. They would work for their board. So they were installed at the club, and the opening arrived. And when Bard saw Ginger all dressed up for 1t, and Ginger saw Bard in his dinner clothes they both were little brcathless.
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 CHAPTER XVI.
 But when Ginger swayed forward, smiling tremulouslly, to pass him the perfume of her hair touched his nostrils-a bright tendril swept his arm. Bard caught her hand sud- denly and pressed it, palm upward, against his lips, crushed it against his face. When he released her. he took her by the arm, slowly, with Q n 6a.--d h nv n r-d him his eyes grave and tunsmiling.
 "Ginger?' Phil again
 "Yes-um- -hum." She pressed her fingers warmly upon his hand and
 "oh, you are so flushed and out of breath,'' said Phil.
 "Yes. IT ran down stairs"
 ''Um. I heardt you."
 Bard Holloway, left alone, looked no more into the flattering full length mirror but at the open. door through which she had come. His little smirk of satisfaction had faoded from his lips and eyes.
 'Like-that," he said thought fully.
 And followed her slowly down the sairs.
 When he entered the room where the three were waiting for him. his J pleased breathless look at Ginger, standing motionless beside the vel vet curtain, all in ivory white. with deep bright blue upon her throat, tinkling in her ears, And upon her wrists. And in her eyes the bluest blue of all.
 Only for an instantx their eyes clung but Phil who saw everything, saw that.
 You look So simply elegant, the pair of you" she said, smiling, that I just don't see how Red Thrush is going to stand it. We on.''
 T don't feel gay bit,,' said Gin- ger softly. 'I wish had never started the silly old Joie de vivre. I feel more just like walking quietly in the garden-and not even
 "A very good idea, just the same the Joie de Vivre." said Phil dryly. "Is anybody driving out with you?"
 "No. But we are having a table with Pat and Eddy Jackson. Eddy's taking her out in his car"
 As they started out, by a delft imperceptible gesture, Phil man. aged to let MT rTo1liver lead the way to the car with his arm around his baby daughter, while she fol- lowed with Bard. With a restrain ing hand she held him hack a little.
 Now don't flirt, you terribly good-looking tramp, you." she whis- pered. smiling.
 "I won't flirt with Ginger, Mrs Tolliver, if that is what you mean"
 She smiled again. 1T dare say Ginger can hold her own all right" she said good-naturedly. "Just don't crowd her."
 When he was in the car beside Ginger he thought it over, -sitting | rigid and silent, his arms sternly folded.
 T know what she meant by that" he said to himself, land she is right | But it is such a. wonderful night l and it will soon be over-and we're | both so sort of tinglfng all over. She | is too, know she is. I can't spoil | it-not to-night--it would spoil it for | her, too. Tonight, I'll let myself go | just a little-and tomorrow I'll be careful"
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