The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-09
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IAfe in the little town of Red Thrush, Iowa, was too unexcitine to suit GINGER ELLA TOIILIVER, So she conceived the idea of 0r- gauiztng . Junior Country club and thus saying tho younger. set from complete boredom. Accordingly she arranged for tho puncllasc of the Mill Rush farm, 1O-acre tract with an old rambling house on it, and she arranged. with JENKY BROOKS and her husband blind BENNY BROOKS to oCt as cfaperOns.
 The idea was that the club was l0wed-nnd no children. The mo- ton was heartily seconded by Gin- gers intimAtes, all of them leading spirits in Red Thrush-EDDY JACKSON, WESLEY MEEKER and PATTY SEARS.
 Ginger was the, daughter of . minister and the stepdaushter of . very wealthy woman, the former PHIL. VAN DOORN.
 The farm and farm house bought, Ginger proceeded with . general Overhau1ing in which all tho high school kids of He'd Thrush cntllu. were donated. Eddy Jackson even gave an old marc, named MRS JACKSON. And then the leading spirits proceeded with tlIe formal Organizatoin of the club.
 It was agreed that the purpose was to have 8 good time. And one day, while the rehabilitation of the old house was going on, Ginger was in the kitchen of hcr home making cookies, assisted by GOOBY, the cook, when shadow fell across the doorway.
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 CHAPTER VII.
 T beg your pardon, madam" said a pleasant low voice, "but how would you like to exchange a good square meal of the sort that would be expected of kitchen whose ex- halation is an aroma so completely delightful, for a small crayon por- trait of yourself-similar to this sketch have here?"
 "What?" asked Gooby, who was a direct woman.
 T merely wondered" continued the pleasant voice, If you would not like to have small crayon sketch of yourself, by myself? Like this. l assure you l am quite good. I studied at the best schools in Philadelphia and New York, I won three years scholarship in Paris, and I have the very best of recom- mendations. In exchange for a square meal, with as much of the culinary fragrance as 1 can as- Similate."
 Do you mean.' inquired Gocoy painstakingly, that you think you could make q picture look like that and look like me?"
 The voice coughed deprecatingly.
 Alas, that even the divinest of the arts should be thus circum- scril3ed,' 1t mourned. ''But one of this general size and style at any rate-a likeness of you and it must be q very good dinner. Why, a true patron of the arts would pay 25. 50 dollars for Q sketch like this dona by an honor student of three fine art schools!"
 ''s. think he wants something to eat." said .Gooby apologetically. turning to Ginger.
 Ginger had heard.
 She Tapped across the room in her flat-heeled sneakers and set the mixing bowl on the table with a resembling thud.
 One who knew Ginger could in- stantly have interpreted the smol- dering fire in her fine blue eyes.
 You want to do a portrait for your dinner. do you?" she inquired coldly. "All right. Do mel"
 She rolled the white sleeves pur- posefully high above her elbows, sternly before her on the table.
 "Go ahead!" she commanded. Do mel"
 The man on the porch wasted no time. He opened the screen door, placed his portfolio on the table and silently took from it large pad of paper and Q couple of thick pen- cils, which he sharpened with me- ticulous care.
 Ginger watched him blackly. said nothing.
 He was tall and slim and sum- burned. He wore no hat and his dark hair was slightly ruffled from the wind. He wore heavy English brogues, much travel worn, and thick woolen sockE. His knicker suit was of a light pattern and Q loose weave, the coat more than 0 little baggy.
 His shirt, of which is commonly called 8 soft sports style, appeared not to have been ironed, as indeed it had not, he washing it out him. self each night.
 His hair, Ginger was surprised to notice. was quite black and showed no gray at the temples, nor the thinning on top that she had vaguely expected. His pointed, we'll trimmed black beard of silky tex ture was also untouched with gray.
 As if entirely oblivious of her cold and unfavorable appraisal. he pulled a chair up to the table and sat down. tipping it back under him