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Show ''';';'''";';';"'";'''''';'''''''''''''"' 1 Into the Hands J, 5 of the Enemy ...... ............... J By II. LOUIS RAYBOLD '' V ;::::. .:::.;::'.'.':::::.:. U F.IOIIO, people! Forgive me If 4 I tumbled out late. "The crowd Jnz.ed to the wee small hours and, believe me, I could go on Jazzing yet!" And bob-haired Margery Mar-gery gave a few graceful Imitations of the very newest Jerky step. Then (die flung herself Into her chair at tha breakfast table and plunged vigorously vigorous-ly Into the business of eating. Behind the shining percolator Margery's Mar-gery's mother fclghed. But Margery's father scowled, opened his lips, then (ihut them forcibly and a moment later strode from the room. So many times recently be had wanted to take his cherished daughter by the shoulders and shake her. Left alone with her mother, Margery Mar-gery finished two halves of grapefruit, grape-fruit, an egg, three slices of toast and a cup of coffee. Then, chin on folded hands, she gazed dreamily Into space, "There was such a darling fellow there last night, mother," she murmured. mur-mured. "We danced every dance together. to-gether. And tomorrow 'he Is coming to take me out In his roadster. We'll ride ami ride and ride "Where was Peter?" Mrs. Hollister's voice brought Margery up short. She frowned. "Darn Peter! I hate him. He's as bad as you and Dad. A prig from the, last century. Takes me to task for being 'Jazz crazy.' I could see ha didn't like my dancing so much with. Freddy Cole. And when he brought me home he said he was saying a long good-by, and 1 told him I was also, and perfectly cheerfully I" Mrs. Hollister was more upset over this particular outburst of her daughter daugh-ter than she cared to show. She an! her husband bad banked so much on dependable Peter; had hoped that this willful recklessness of their carefully care-fully reared daughter was but a passing pass-ing phase. That evening Margery's mother went Into a long and earnest consultation con-sultation with her husband, the result being several telephone calls, one of which was the ticket office at the station, sta-tion, where three berths were reserved ; on the Montreal express, j A week later Margery Hollister j stood on the rough-hewn steps of a I log cabin veranda and gazed at the scene before her in dismay. A tiny J path running down to the lake tha j lake itself a broad expanse with no visible signs of lire; in the distance range upon range of forested raoun-j raoun-j tains stretching into misty obscurity, i Were those he: own slim legs encased ' in leather leggings anil thick high ; boots? Was tin's her shapely self in. ' rough tweed skirt and flannel blouse? "Back to nature for you, young ; lady, and take a fresh start!" had been her father's cool ultimatum, j "When you're so sick of It that real cream would taste like nectar and an old-fashioned waltz seem like an ad-; ad-; venture from fairyland, you Cat- I turn to civilization. Not before lN The pride of all the Hollistem surged within her. She's show theml She'd even pretend to enjoy it ! Followed days so unreal that they seemed like a dream to the city-bred, girl. Early mornings after the speckled trout which Jim, the guide, wrapped In leaves and boiled so dellclously. Lazy hours of paddling and exploration explora-tion along the shore. Invigorating swims In the cool, clear water. Quiet evenings when the moon rose In silver sil-ver splendor above the pine tree tops to a whip-po'-will serenade-After serenade-After all, It was Margery herself! who walked Into the trap so carefully care-fully planned. She had been poking along the shore in the canoe quite a distance beyoud the usual limit of her explorations when she spied an all but Invisible trail leading back into a grove of young pines. Impulsively she landed and ventured a little way in. Suddenly she stopped, hand on her heart There was a strange man bending bend-ing over the makings of a fire. At the instant she paused he turned and straightened up. "Margery !" "You Peter!" Followed many explanations mostly Peter's. "Why, yes, I told your father fa-ther I had purchased a camp in tha north woods the day I asked his permission per-mission to marry you if you were willing. Which you weren't! I had dreams of well, a honeymoon here. Then, the day after you refused ma for the last time and I had decided to come up here and forget, your father telephoned and asked permission to bring you up here, too." Peter paused. It seemed as If his whole future depended on what words were forthcoming from the lips of tha dear girl before him. "So," said Margery at length, "my beloved parents brought me here only to deliver me into the hands of" ' "Don't say 'enemy'!" begged Peter. "Well, perhaps not !" said Margery with the tiniest of smiles. Then she held out an Inviting, nut-brown hand. "Come, Peter. Paddle me home to supper. Jim has promised us bannocks ban-nocks and dried-apple pudding!" |