Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-15

~ARlON SLADE looked vi
~ III course a good many people look
/HH grim at Lake Placid In February,
in spite of the fact that the club
is supposed to be the happy hunt
ing ground of the privileged few. stole
insensitiveness to cold is as much part OF
vacation at Lake Placid as is the snow itself
But Marion had none of the usual Lake
Placid reasons for looking grim. She had not
frostbitten her nose, broken her knee, sprained
her ankle, nor disgraced herself by falling OH
a toboggan. And no other woman in the place
looked any better or half as well as she did,
From the horizon blue of her long breeches to
the tip of her yellow wooden cap she was as
unique and dashing as any one could wish
OF course it must be said that her grim ex-
preston only grim for her. Very round
blue eyes, very yellow, very short, very curly
hair, a face the shape of those chubby candy
hearts you get at Valentines day. and cheeks
whipped to a glowing pink by the biting wind,
are not really the best setup for thorough,
savage grinness. But she as grim as she
could manage.
Barry Lang noticed it.
Anything wrong, Marry? Can I do some
thing for you?"
Marion gave the strap of her right ski an
extra tug. and regarded Barry with dislike.
NO." she snapped. "And if there were any,
thing wrong you couldn't do anything about it."
But Marry, you know"
Eyes, my boy, know. Don't start in again
at 10 in the morning about how your life is
given up to pleasing me. I'll scream. 1t doesn't
please. I don't want your life. You're unem-
ployed as far as I'm concerned, Barry. Run
along and sell your apples
CHE turned her skis with a quick kick, and
glided down the path to join the others
without second glance at Barrys crestfallen
face. Barry was nice young broker but also
a fat young broker and, it must be admitted a
dull young broker. Her eyes were on two fig
ures which were making their way along
of the higher ridges, silhouetted against the
blue sky. tall man and a girl, stridng with
that peculiar combination of waddle and glide
which is the Snowshoe walkers way Of getting
over the ground. They were making surpris-
ingly good time. You had to hand it to Helen,
thought Marion. She was an agile girl Too
agile. That grim look came over Marion's
face again.
Helen was an old rival well-not so very
old, because she and Marion were each 19.
But old in rivalry. Helen's rather obvious
sinIous dark beauty and Marion's wide-eyed
appeal had run neck and neck for the favors of
various little boys in stiff Eton collars back in
dancing school days. They had fought each
other (smilngly and under cover, of course)
for first place at prep school dances and coll
legs proms. This Fall the competition between
the two had reached fever heat
And now here at Lake Placid, Helen seemed
to have scored completely. While Marion was
at mousse party Win a lou OF nice enough
men, whom any one could be at house party
with, Helen had annexed the most distinguished
and interesting of all the men in this northern
playground. Annexed him completely that
no one else had even met him.
good many people beside Marion, here
and there in the land, would have liked to
meet Standish Carroll. One of the CAROLS of
Philadelphia. Well under 40 and already one
of the few distinguished syoung international
lawyers in New York. Less than year ago
he had been the head of a special and very
important delegation on international relations.