The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1922-11-30


He Turned M Strengthened Up.
brought me home he said he was say
ing a long goodby, and I told him I
was also, and perfectly cheerfully!"
Mrs. HOLSTER was more upset over
this particular outburst of her daugh-
ter than she cared to show. She and
her husband had banked SO much IN
dependable Peter: had hoped that this
wilIful recklessneSs of their carefully
reared daughter was but a passing
phase imposed by the example Of an
unrestrained generation, and that har-
bored safe In the love Of a strong man,
such as they knew Peter to be, she
would find her true self.
That evening Margery's mother
went into a long and earnest consulta-
ton with her husband, the result be-
ing several telephone calls, one Of
which was the ticket office at the sta
ton where three berths were reserved
on the Montreal express.
A week later Margery Hollister
stood on the rough-hewn steps of a
log cabin veranda and gazed at the
scene before her in dismay. A tiny
path running down to the lake-the
lake itself a broad expanse with no
visible signs of life; In the distance
range upon range Of fOrested noun
tains stretching into misty ~ObScurity.
Then she glanced down ar herself.
JTToro thocO bnp Hvrr1 C1i4o 1nrr, nopncoE
In leather leggings and thick high
boots? Was this her shapely self In
rough tweed skirt and flannel blouse?
Margery bit her lip and stited back
a sob. Within the shack she knew
her father and mother were discuss
ing hikes and fishing expeditions and
canoe trips with an uncouth. wiry-
bearded guide. Well, she would not
give them the satisfaction of knowing
how she hated the prospect.
"Back to nature for you, young
lady, and take a fresh start!' had
sbeen her fathers cool ultimatum.
"When you're SO sick of it that real
cream would taste like nectHr and IN
old-fashioned waltz seem like ~ az,
venture from, E.&igyiHno, y~@ ,. ..",. "
to civilizali"l. me; '}~t".'
The priG,.
Surged viz.
She'd e
Followed days so unreal that they
seemed like a dream to the city-hred
girl. Early mornings after the spec
killed. trout which Jim, the guide, wrap
ped in leaves and boiled SO delicious
". Lazy hours Of padding and ex-
ploration along the shore. I~nvigorat-
ing swims in the cool, clear water.
Quiet evenings when the moor rose
In silver splendor above the pine tree
tops to a whip-po'-wnl serenade.
"She setms contented enough,
strange to say" commented her father
one afternoon as he watched his
daughter skillfully Bleaching her canoe
on the yellow crescent of sand. Il
wonder If it's time to spring"
"Wait," said Margery's mother. Sat
first, / am sure, she vas spitefully
pretending to enjoy the life. But re-
Gently I. have come to believe she is
genuinely happy. Give her-and us
q little more timer
After all, 1t was Margery herself
who walked into the trap so carefully
planned. She had been poking along
the shore in the quite a distance
beyond her usual limit of Der explora-
tons when she spied an all but invisi-
BILE trail leading back into a grove
Of young pines. Impulsively she land
ed and ventured a little way in.
Suddenly she stopped, hand on her
heart. There was a strange man
bending over the makings Of a fire.
AT the instant she paused he turned
and Strengthened up.
'Margeryt" ,a,
"aYou-PeterP :. h
Followed many OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
" Peters. why, yes. I told your
father I had purchased a camp In
the North Woods the day I asked
his permission to marry you-if you
were willing. Which You WEREN'T !
had dreams of-well, a honeymoon
here. Then. the day after you refused
me for the last time and I had decided
TO come up here and forget, your
father t~elephoned and asked permits
sion to bring you up here, too. When
he suggested that be hoped ! might
Zee nt to come up, also, and--well.
court you under different and primi-
tive surroundings, ! couldn't resist. I
have been living In m old lumber
shack not far away, surreptitiously
supplied by Jim, and waiting until
ron had forgotten the old life 4 Bit
Peter paused. n seemed as Il his
whole future depended on what words
0era forthcoming from the iips of the