The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-05-25
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81 OR STORY
The Hands of The
Enemy
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The
EYE. I1ou1s Raybold

BY 81. Louis RayboId
n Heigho, peop1ei Forgive me II
III tumbled out late The crowd
jazzed to- the wee small hours and,
believe me, ! could go on 1azzins
yeti" And bobhaired Margery
gave a few graceful limitations OF
4 the very newest jerky1 step not
Il taught by the best dancing mac
tiers. Then she flung herself INTO
her chair at the breakfast taDie
and plunged vigorously into tue
4 business of eating.
Behind the shining Dercolator
s Margery's mother sighed. But
4 Margery's father scowled, opened
7 his lips, then shut them forclnly
and moment later strobe from
the room SO many times recent
Iy he had wanted to take his cher
ished daughter by the shoulders
and shake her.
Left alone with her mother,
Margery finished two halces OF
grapefruit, an egg. three slices OF
toast and cup of coffee. Ihen'
chin on folded hands, she sazed
dreamily into space.
There was such darling EEL
s low there last night, mother, she
murmured. I'VE danced every
dance together. Some one intro
u duced us at the start. And tomor-
row he is coming to take me out
s8in his roadster. Well ride and
80 -.sWhere was Peter" Mrs. Hol-
listers voice brought Margery up
>2Short She frowned.
4 Darn Peter l hate him. He's
as bad as you and dad. A prlg
from the last century. Takes me
( to task for being Jazz crazy as ne
making eyes at the boys =
why, the most innocent little
things that all the other girls do
nowadays. And last night, on the
way, he said unless I cut it out
and was engaged to him, aud him
{ only, he was going away. | could
gee afterward he didn't like my
dancing so much with Freddy
sCoIe. And when he brought me
home he said he was saying
2long goodby. and I told him
was also. and perfectly cheer
fully"
Mrs. HOLSTER was most upset
over this particular outburst of
her daughter than she cared to
show. She and her husband had
banked so much on dependable
Peter; had hoped that this Willful
reckl essness of their carefully
ssreared daughter was but pass
ing phase imposed by the example
aof an unrestrained generation, and
: that harbored safe in the love OF
"a strong man, such as they knew
Peter to be, she would find her
G true self.
That evening Margery's mother
went into long and earnest con-
sultation with her husband, the
result being several telephone
calls, one of which was the ticket
noffice at the station where three
ssberths were reserved on the Mon
Streal express.
"A week later Margery Hol1ister
stood fon the rough-hewn steps of
a log cabin yeranda and gazed at
sthe scene before her in dismay. a
tiny path running down to the
8lake-the lake itself a broad ex-
panse with no visible signs of life.
lin the distance range upon range
4of forested mountains stretching
into misty obscurity- Then she
glanced down at herself. We're
g&hose her own slim less encased
leggings and thick high
Boots? Was this her shapely self
5in rough tweed skirt and flannel
blouse?
SEQ S1argery bit her lip and stifled
back sob. Within the shack she
knew her father and mother were
discussing hikes and fishing ex-!
petitions and canoe trips with an
uncouth, wirybearded guide. Well,
she would not give them the sat
#isfaction of knowing how she
hated the prospect.
Back to nature for you. young
lady, and take a fresh start!" had
been her fathers cool ultimatum.
.When you're so sick of it that
real cream would taste like nee
tar and an old-fashioned waltz
seem like an adventure from fairy
land, you can return to civiliza-
stion. Not before.
The pride of all the HOLSTERS
ssurged within her. She'd show
sthemt She's even pretend to en-
10y it,
Followed days so unreal that
they seemed like a dream to the
Foity-bred girl. Early mornings
after the speckled trout which
,Jim the guide, wrapped in leaves
Fand boiled SO deliciously. Lazy