The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-19

thought out in good order" inter- rupted Ginger, Il will give you a free bus ride to the Jaw de Veever for them. And very few thoughts are worth much as two bits.''
 You can have them for noth- ing" he said, moving closer to her, and lifting her silken cape so that his arm could lie against hers be- heath it. II was just thinking that tomorrow and every day am a poor little tramp artist, working for my daily bread and no jam with it. But tonight am a prince in mas cess will let me ride to the gates of heaven with her"
 "Y-yes?"
 "Oh, how I will love to go.'
 Ginger's breath fluttered, half laughing in her throat. And you won't have to take the long ride back with the princess if you get tired of her." she said, laughing, but chokily, ''because Try Ford will bring you for reduced rates.'
 Ginger's smile was misty sweet. Forgotten were the cares, the sor- rows, the surprises and the hard work which had infested the days preparations. Remembered only was the pleased surprise that had come the pressure of his lips upon her hand.
 What did she care whether Pietro really understood the intricacies of spaghetti Il duce? What matter it Angelo tipped over the dancing guests and spattered their evening attire with bouillon? If the boom- ing voice f the stOut-lunged Benito shattered the unaccustomed ear drums of the middle west with his sky-rending melodic Italian?
 Joie de Vivre was hers. And Bard's with her.
 When she led him to the corner table where Pat and Eddy Jackson impatiently awaited their coming, her eyes, her smiles, her very voice
 Ut is a success" she announced joyously. 1T don't care what hap pens from this on. don't care If the food is burned, if the dance floor caves in beneath us, if we all get a j puncture of the inner ear from our imported music-it is success. and I am satisfied"
 If .Ginger's sole aim mad been to create sensation. not even her own fond fancies could have con- jured up greater triumph. To im- port a French artist for her decora- tions had been revolutionary. The addition of three "Eye-talians" in one sweeping cosmopolitan gesture was cataclysmic.s
 Red Thrush felt itself tottering upon the foundations of it's 100 per cent Americanisn. All day long the telephones at Doorndee and Mill Rush had rung with belated de- mands for reseryatoins but Ginger and her assisting allies stood upon the. laws of the club with a stead fastness that would have put mere Medes and Persians to shame.
 "The club says thus and so." The voice on the telephone was con- cerned with nothing but the en- forcement. That Ginger herself was the club and all its rules had noth- ing to do with the case. In fact. even to, Ginger. the club had already evolved from its dawn of shadowy abstraction and assumed the solid proportions of personality.
 Along the mile and half of wood lane that led from the state high way to the big gates of the Junior Country club. cars were parked either side of the road.
 There were cars loaded to the spring leaves with the unwanted and the inadmissible. Billy Bands milk truck was there. with noisy crowd from the waterworks sec ton: Guy Sloan's ice wagon. taxed to it's last hundredweight; and Milt Avery's Wed ana Coal.
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