The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-27
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 To keep life from growing too dull Tn He'd Thrush, Iowa, GINGER ELLA TOILIvER organized n Junior Country club. It was to be something exclusive just for the younger set" Accordingly Ginger, whose father was q minister and whose stepmotlser, the former PHIL vON DOORN, was both wealthy and tndulgent, purchased an old farm house and rcnOdclcd 1t.
 To Red Thrush came BARD HOLLOWAY, a young artist whO was hObOing around the country Attracted by Ginger, he agreed to stay and paint portraits and deco rate the new club house. Bard gave tho name "J0ie de Vivre" to the club. And he thought it would be splendid if they could import from Chicago one NICOLO CALLENO. :. For Nicolo was handsome and he could cook and sing and strum . guitar. He would make a pictur- esque addition to the club.
 But in Nicolo's place there ar- rived three of his cOuntrymen. Little ANGELO was musician, and PIETRO could sing. NicolO, it seemed, could not come, and they had come in his place. Ginger took them On.
 The opening of the club was a great success. PictrO, Angelo and BenitO added just the right touch of color. Bard began to realize he was falling in love with Ginger and he suggested leaving He'd Thrush, but Phil, knowing how Ginger felt about 1t, persuaded him to remain longer as the TOllivers' guest.
 n,,< e1p <HA RONEY, former friend of Gin- gers in the east, inviting him to visit them. She felt Speed would give Bard some competition and en- able Ginger to know her own mind. Ginger thcreupOn invited PATTY SEARS to take care of Speed. But Patty wouldn't come, pleading lOyal- ty to EDDY JACKSON. Whcreupon Ginger went to Eddy. Eddy per. suaded Patty to come, and when Ginger received word that Speed was bringing his sister with him she got Eddy to come too. And Eddy de- cided to ball things up and make life miserable for Ginger.
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 CHAPTER XXIII.
 "Once more, dear home,
 with rapture behold thee-'
 The Pilgrims Chorus, savoring strongly of the Italian, accompanied in an orchestral way by the hoarse honk of the Try Ford's taxi horn at the gates, enveloped Joie de Vivre in swelling surges of song.
 It rocked through the woods, re- sounded from the high bluffs and was waited far out over Rabbit River with it's solitary boat riding the waves.
 Benito had come back.
 By the time his great voice re- leased it's hold upon the last sylla- ble. all the occupants of the house were crowded joyously together on the front porch waving welcome, and Benito, staggering under as re- markable an assortment of luggage as had ever been assembled upon one person, advanced largely into their midst, bareheaded, flushed, his face alight with the joy of re- union.
 My friends" he said simply, q am returned"
 Conspicuous for its size at least among his bundles was an enormous suitcase of strangely woven basket straw. loose and ungainly, and packed until its frail sides bulged dangerously so that it had to be re- enforced with half-dozen folds of an old scarf.
 Under one arm he carried an old, unwrapped violin which he had re- trieved from pawn for Angelo, an umbrella and raincoat, while hanging from it by stout rope was an Open-mcshed shopping bag laden with small packages of every shape and color.
 Protruding from him in every di- rection were Italian newspapers, and from a chain in his right hand was suspended brass bowl con- taining goldfish. Every pocket was