Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 September 1936 — Page 14

BEGIN HERE TODAY Kay Dunn, pretty airplane stewardess, falls in love with Ted Graham, veteran pilot who flies the trans-Pacific route. Ted, however, is not interested in romance. His life is devoted to two things: His job in the air service and his adopted son, Dickie, 7 years old. Dickie and Kay become close friends and soon the three spend much time together. : One night Kay and Ted have a long talk in which he explains his views on marriage. To be successful, he says, a marriage must be plannea scientifically, just as a plane flight. Kay does not agree, but when Ted asks her to marry him she says yes. The marriage takes place and the honeymoon is a flight to the Orient. Later, with Ted away for weeks at a ‘time, Kay is lonely. She tries to keep busy, earing for her home and for Dickie. Ted is working on an invention and spends less and less fime at home. At a club meeting Kay meets Mrs. Watts, expert on child psychology, who warns her that Dickie is a problem child. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

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BY DECK MORGAN ‘CHAPTER SIXTEEN AY set to work with a will over her lessons on child training. Dickie’s welfare was in her mind before all else. Twice a week she attended the lecture course, and Mrs. Watts was a frequent visitor at the little house on the sands. Ted returned from the Pacific flight one day to find Kay waiting alone for him at the landing place. After his initial embrace he asked, “Where is Dickie?” Kay shook her head. “According to the book he is too excitable and I thought he’d better stay at home.” “The book?” Ted eyed her askance. “What on earth are you talking about?” “Oh!” she said, “the book I'm studying on child training.” Ted laughed. “What does the “book know about Dickie?” “Everything! Ted, I'm worried about him. Yesterday, after all my training the past few weeks, he ‘came running home and said, ‘I just met my brother at the airport. He wants me to go hunt tigers with him.” Ted laughed. “Did you let him He said he'd rather stay home with me.”

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suspect,” Ted told her, “that your friend, Mrs. Watts, has been giving you ideas. children—"

Her five “I haven't seen them, but she says they're model children.” - Ted snorted. “Everybody in the airport colony knows those children are little terrors! We’ve had to chase the boys away from the airport a dozen times and the truant officers picked them up in Oakland once.” “Ted—really?” : He only laughed. “You go to see Mrs. Watts some time when they're all at home,” he advised. “Go just once!” ; : ; ~ Kay was thoughtful on the way back to the house. Suddenly, as she saw Dickie running to greet " them, she turned and said, “I believe Dickie is perfectly normal!” “Perhaps,” Ted suggested, “he only needs a little of the discipline we require of our crews on the trans-Pacific flight. I'll give him a lecture and if that doesn't work - I'll have to punish him—" ~ “Oh, Ted, no!” Kay's hand flew to her throat.

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UT Ted did give Dickie a stern lecture. After dinner he went to the airport to work on the gyropilot. Kay knew he wouldn't be home until late, and she tried to settle down to read. After haif an hour, however, she threw down the book in disgust. Dickie looked up from the model airplane he had been playing with. “I don't like books either,” he announced. “Come on, let's play.” Kay drew him to his feet. “I'll tell you what,” she said. “Let’s slip off and see a movie.” Dickie clapped his hands. “Okay!” “What shall it be? Cowboys and Indians?” He frowned. “No,” he said, “let's see an air picture.” “All right. We'll see if we can find one.”

Ted came home early and found

the house deserted. Since he was tired, he went to bed at once. When

Kay and Dickie arrived he was

sound asleep. = » N the morning he confided some- . thing to Kay that banished all - thought of her own trials. Ted had ~ come home from his flight over the Pacific to find that his private office had been ransacked. Papers had been tossed about and several were missing. Some one evidently was ~ trying to learn the secrets of the gyropilot. g . Luckily, he had taken the machine on the trip with him and the papers which the intruders had taken would shed no light on the design. "Kay asked, “But, Ted, who could want the secrerts?” “A patent thief, perhaps. A rival

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for some foreign power—" “Then you may be in danger! They might—" . He silenced her fears.

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alone so much these thoughts magnified themselves. Doris’ amusing comments had helped her over many a small crisis in the past. Many of Doris’ ideas seemed iconoclastic, but every one knew that, at heart, the girl was a sentimentalist. She had learned to take things as they came, fending for herself. But the real blow for Kay came when she learned Ted was to be away from home on Christmas. He sent a radiogram from Manila, but she had looked forward so long to this first Christmas with him and Dickie that she was keenly disappointed. She gave a Christmas dinner for some of their friends. Doris came with Ralph Bangs and they had a quarrel even before the turkey had appeared. Monte Blaine was there and sat in Ted’s place at the table. Dickie and Jerry Searles completed the party. # ” = ICKIE ate so much that soon his eyes refused to stay open and he was carried off to bed. Throughout the evening guests continued to drop in. It was a custom in the aviation' colony to call on one’s friends on Christmas Day. As everybody knew everybody else, there was a constant stream of arrivals and the gaiety continued late.

“Poor old Ted!” Jerry Searles lamented. “This is the first Christmas I've spent without him in years! Christmas Day in ’17 we bombed an ammunition train. We were flying along at 3000 feet, and all at once, he said, ‘Let’s shoot some firecrackers, Jerry! I haven't done it since I was a kid’ So there was that ammunition dump—" , “I though it was a train,” Doris corrected. “Make your story stick together, Jerry.” . “All right,” Jerry went on, “It was an ammunition train. It was crawling along, so we dove down and let go with a bomb. Some fireworks, I can tell you! But there’s nothing like that for Ted these days. He's changed—he’s a chief pilot and he’s married! “Funny thing! I vowed I'd never marry as long as Ted didn’t. But he’s married now, so I guess it’s my turn. I guess I'll have to start looking for a wife—!”

Gs . a He dil over his head and lissed him and every one laughed. . “Come on,” Jerry said, “let's all go some place and dafhce! It's going to be-my party. Ted's missing all the fun and I want io give 2 party for his wife!” i : tJ 2 ao HE others looked ut Kay. "Sato is here to stay with Dickie,” Doris said. “Come ori, Kay!” Kay had forgottei: abouf spending Christmas alone with Dickie. She wanted to go with the others, to have a good time. Monte was at her elbow, histblu¢ eyes sliining. “Let’s go,” he urged. * “This is one night when you owe yourself a2 good time. Come on, Kay!” She smiled and ficil to her room to put on her white ¢vening dress. She looked out the window over. the moonlit bay toward the Pacific. Ted was thers somewhere, speeding toward her. Perhaps he was lonely tonight, toe. But the thought did not ¢iidure. Kay flung her clothes off and donned the evening gown. She brushed her gleaming hair and touched her face with powder and rouge. Rebellion flared in her heart; tonight she was going to dance!

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HEN she came dow: again she found Doris ing with the three men. “Here’s to Kay,” Monte salaaming deeply. They all got into their wraps, engaging in a mild disagreement about where they were to go. Jerry wanted to go to a hotel across the bay where a famous orchestra was playing. Doris preferred a restaurant in Oakland. “I want to hear Dudley Nix sing,” she said. ‘Don’t youl remember—he had that band back East when we were at Central airport?” Monte ignored the others. He said to Kay, in a low voice, '"You are too lovely for words tonight. You're the old Kay again—" “The old days are past!” she told him lightly. Jerry’s voice rose above the others, “Across the bay!” he called out. “Come on, everybody!”

(To Be Continued)

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AMES BLAIR stared resentfully at his wife, Carrie, as she darned a sock. He thought about Louella’s last letter—Louella’s exquisite letter. Suddenly, he wanted to roar at his wife, “Stop your infernal darning! It’s the symbol of your old-fashion-edness! It's what has lost me to you —what has made me love Louella Nort!”

At 54, James Blair was prosperous. He had fought his way up from the bottom. For what? To sit at home nights and watch Carrie darn? No, he wouldn’t! He had outgrown Carrie. : Now, Louella. . . . And Louella’s letters! Gems! Expression after his own heart! Carrie wasn’t clever that way. Of course, Louella was 20 years his junior, but, in her last perfect letter, she had said that that difference in age was only a mist to be brushed aside.

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UT Carrie wasn’t a mist! James looked across at her, and his throat tightened. He and Carrie had lived together a long time. Maybe he should be satisfied. But he wasn't. And a man was entitled to a full life. Carrie broke a thread with her teeth. James’ irritation boiled over. “No more socks in the shops?” he demanded tartly. “I won't wear darned socks!” “I know you won't, James. I darn them and give them to the Salvation Army. Darning settles my nerves.” Carrie pushed her work basket a little to one side on the little table. As she did so, her husband started and gulped. Beads of moisture jumped out on his forehead. From under the work basket protruded a square envelope that was addressed to him in Louella’s large, flowing handwriting.

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ARRIE looked straight at her husband. ' “I found it in the hall, where you dropped it this morning,” she said. “It is a very beautiful letter. She loves you a great deal. Do you love her, James?” James stared at her. Was this Carrie—talking so calmly about his loving another woman? “Yes, I love her!” he finally managed to say. “She ix—modern? She wouldn't darn?” Cdrrie asked gently. “No! She wouldn't darn!” James glared at his wife. “You would like to—marry Miss Nort?” 5 “If it could be arranged,” he said stiffly.

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one thing, James. Just tell me what to do about a divorce. I will

When the divorce had finally been obtained, Louella wanted to be | married at once. But James decided it didn’t seem right so soon. hey should wait six months, he During that period, he continued his wooing of Louella with expensive presents. After each present, she wrote him one of her marvelous letters. He cherished them. Sf Once or twice, he met Carrie on

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girl to marry an “old dodo” who had money. It went on to say, however, that the young man appreciated Louella’s modern slant-—that they need not cease their romantic meetings. James Blair crumpled the letter in his hand, his face distorted with

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hurt rage. He would face them tonight. He was to meet Louella at the theater. She had said carelessly that Grant Brown, whom she passed | off as a casual friend, would be with her. ’ That evening, as James strode toward Louella and Brown in the theater lobby, a little woman, walking by, dropped her purse. He stooped to recover it—and looked up to face Carrie. “James!” Her low voice held sudden concern. “James--is anything wrong? You look so—unhappy?” g 8 8 8 st O! I'm in a hurry, Carrie.] Sorry—" Louella and Brown were smiling at him. In a few low-voiced terse words, he made it plain to them that he wasn’t the foolish ‘‘old dodo” they thought he was. That night he spent pacing hack and forth in his apartment. He thought of Carrie—yearned for her comfort and quiet understanding. But no, it was too late now. He couldn’t expect her to take him back. The best thing to do would be to go away for a while—try to forget. He began to pack feverisily. The next morning, he was just about to leave when a special-de-livery package was delivered to him. His fingers trembled as he undid it, ! for it was addressed in‘ Carries small and precise script. What could Carrie be sending him---und why? e undid the inner tissue peer. There, before him, lay & pair of neatly darned silk socks. Darned socks! Carrie’s owl: boautiful letter! Her eloquent wav of saying: “James, dear, if you arc not happy—come home!”

THE END

1936. by United Feature

; Syndicate, Inc.) (The characters in this story are fictitious)

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