Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 October 1936 — Page 39

BEGIN HERE TODAY " Kay Dunn, pretty airplane stewardess, falls in love with Ted Graham, veteran pilot who flies the trans-Pacific route. Ted has two interests in life—his job and Dickie, his adopted son, 7 years old. When Ted asks Kay to marry him, she fears it is merely to make a home for Dickie, but she agrees. She does not agree, though, with Ted's theories that marriage, to be successful, must be planned scientifically, just as a plane flight. She is rebellious because he insists her housekeeping must be carried on in the same way, with charts and budgets. Kay gives a party one night and Ted, tired and weary, with the guests, goes to his room. To punish him, Kay impulsively decides to take the morning plane to Honolulu. Though Ralph Bangs is supposed to pilot the ship, Monte Blaine goes instead. Once on board, Kay begins to regret her impulsiveness, Illah, the Oriental ‘dancer, also is a passenger. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

BY DECK MORGAN CHAPTER XXI

Ny Monte Blaine’s escapade was known at the central of-

fice of Trans-Pacific Airways it was |

obvious that he would lose his place as pilot on the Pacific flight. It was Ted Graham's duty to relegate Monte to the land service. Monte received the news when he brought the ship into Honolulu. There was this added message from Ted, “We can’t make mistakes in trans-oceanic flying. Even one mistake is too many. The human element mustn't enter at all.” Monte did not confide this to Kay when she disembarked. He took her to her hotel, under Diamond Head, and went to his own, close to the airport, to await final orders from Ted. Then he went to bed. But Kay didn't stay long in her hotel room. Though it was 1 o'clock in the morning, she dressed and went down into the lobby. She had a job cut out for her here in Honolulu. She had purposely gone to the same hotel as Illah and taken a room next to the dancer's. She waited with her ear to the door until she had heard Illah go out. Peering down the hall, she saw Illah in evening clothes.

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ROM her balcony window Kay watched Illah get into a taxi, and, in the stillness of the night, heard her give the ° hame of a smart night club. Kay took a nn to the same address. In the foyer she stopped long enough to send a cablegram to Ted. While the boy waited at her si ide, she puzzled over the wording. ‘At last she wrote: “Diamond Head Hotel. Will wait here to see you next trip. Love to Dickie.” There seemed to be nothing else that she could say. Ted’s silence " had made any explanation difficult. She went into the cabaret, and was shown to a table by the head waiter, who knew Ted and ‘ recognized his wife. Kay asked to be placed in an obscure position where she would not be observed. Almost immediately she saw Illah. The dancer was standing at the bar, talking to two men. Kay saw Illah reach in her bag and hand a paper to one of the men. Then they went

on talking, Illah stitting on one of | «

the high stools and looking very aloof and very mysterious in her solid white. Her sleek black hair lay close to her head.

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T was not quite clear to Kay what she expected to learn by ‘observing Illah. The dancer had, on several occasions, menaced Kay's happiness, and now some instinct told her that Illah menaced Ted's happiness as well. Perhaps she had only used her charms to dupe him into giving away the secrets of his gyropilot. Kay wanted to be sure. It thrilled her to know that she - was defending him; she felt so fiercely loyal to Ted. If she could only prove that Iflah wanted to do him harm— “I could regain my faith in him,” Kay thought wistfully. “And if this incident would only make him know my loyalty—make him see the human needs of Dickie and me—" Sudenly Illah disappeared. Kay had turned for an instant, in response to a voice that she recognized close by. It was a naval officer's voice. He was a friend of Ted's and he came up to Kay's table with his wife, greeting her Sordially. They invited Kay to their : e.

= 2 = HE went with them, but, looking around, saw that Illah was gone. To the naval officer she said quickly, “See those men standing at the bar. Do you know them?” The man scanned the faces and said shortly, “Sure. One of them, the one that looks like an Oriental, owns a fleet of pearl fishing schooners and the other is an aviator. He has a flying - boat and makes commercial = between the islands, They a both suspected of playing con traband. Oily customers.” Kay thanked him and went o “They were standing there talkin to .a slinky Oriental woman a fe minutes ago. I once had the oc *casion to meet her in Manila. { “Oh, Iliah!” the officer's wif ! said. “My dear, when Illah is in Honolulu all the wives at Pearl fe shiver! She's such a ser-

pent. She gives me the creeps. Makes me think of Mata Hari.”

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huband laughed. “Femi- |“

. nine suspicions, my dear,” and the subject abruptly. terrible has just happened out at Midway,” he said. “It concerns the Navy as well as Trans-

instead of remaining

a tiny island in the middle of the ocean—facing death—" “They're only 12 hours away by air,” the man reminded her. “The serum will stop the epidemic, all right. Mariner.” All three rose to go presently, and her friends accompanied Kay to her hotel. n ” 5 UT she couldn't sleep. She kept thinking of the men on that coral atoll, waiting for the sleek silver savior to come down from the skies.- She knew those men. They were Ted's friends and her own. She wished she had taken the plane to Midway. Perhaps she could havey been of some aid to them. She saw the sun come up over Diamond Head, in a violent clash of color. Then she dressed and had breakfast sent up to her room. The waiter knew she was Ted Graham's wife. After he had served her he said respectfully, “The Mariner was forced down into the sea at French Frigate Shoals.” Kay's heart leapt. In her anxiety she stood up, dropping the spoon in her hand. “No!” Her eyes were stark, wide. “Safe landing!” the youth hastened to add. “But after repairs the ship was unable to take off.” “But what will they do?” Kay said. “The serum—" “The - epidemic scare sent mobs into the hospitals, and the supply of serum in Honolulu was exhausted,” he said. “But Ted Graham— your husband, madam—has been on the way from San Francisco for nine hours now. He should be in Honolulu in seven hours with a new

It's ,already on board the’

supply. He's going to fly the ship on to the Midway!” ” #2 8

HE thanked the waiter, and he left, pleased to have rendered service to Ted Graham's wife. Kay's alert mind visualized the cockpit of the Mariner, with Ted at his post. He would be straining his eyes at intervals to the navigating sight hatch to observe. His face would be calm and resolved. “Oh, Ted!” Her mind went out to his/ and perhaps it spanned the seven hours of ocean that separated them. On the 20-ton Mariner of the skies Ted's eyes were actually watching the gyropilot, which had controlled and flown the ship for five hours now without the bencfit of human hands. On this emergency flight he was trying out the gyropilot, the device he had pe:rfected. ” ” ” E walked from the navigation instrument board back to the engineering officer’s post. He checked the engine and fuel: instruments, looked across at the post of the radio officer, and listened to the code message from the set used for communicating with ground stations. Then he walked back to the chart room, and took up the captain's post: again. He glanced anxiously at the navigation chart, and then at His watch. “We're making 164 miles an hour against a head wind. We ought to be in Pearl Harbor with the serum in six hours, at least.” The navigation officer, gin at his task, nodded his head.

(To Be Con! Continued) (Copyright, 1936, by NEA Service, Inc.)

Fos matrons, of ample means * and ample girths, leaned back in their chairs while Stella Carey’s maid removed the cards and score pads and brought in the tea things. Through the years, this group had clung stanchly together. They exerted considerable influence in the social life of the little town. “Cream or lemon?” Stella asked Gertrude Wilson, as she poured ‘the first cup of tea. Gertrude sighed. “It should be lemon, but it’s going to be cream. I'm weak-minded today.” They laughed at that. terrace of chins was her gi ance.

Gertrude’s eternal

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reminds me,” Katie Dunham put in, “of certain modern young wives.” “You mean little Joan Weaver, who. has run off with that man,” Stella said, with customary baldness. “I knew we'd come to that.” She grinned. “And we all sit here very sure of ourselves, very complacent in our superior virtue. And”—she glanced sharply round the group of faces—“with conveniently poor memories..” ” 2 ”

HY, Stella Carey, what on earth can you mean?” Gertrude demanded. “I'm sure I—"” Agnes Towner began, then stopped. Katie Dunham grew red. Supposing Stella knew—you never could tell how much Stella knew. “I'm willing to bet my bridge winnings,” said Stella, “that there isn’t one of us sitting here who hasn't, at some time in her life, been saved from folly by something other than her impeccable virtue. Even the Most solid of us can be the victims of moons and moods, and of the whims of chance and circumstance.” Gertrude snorted. “You say the most preposterous things, Stella! For instance, take yourself. We know all about you, we have known you from kindergarten up, and there isn’t a soul who can say a word against you.” “All right, take me,” Stella agreed amiably. “It doesn’t matter if I tell you this now, and it may help us to judge others a little less harshly; it may even indicate that we should lend a steadying hand to these young wives. If once you can get a person to realize that his temptation is a common experience, you've given him an armor.

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TELLA took a sip of tea, and looked at the expectant faces of her guests. “When I had been married a. few years, my sister in New: York was taken ill, and they sent for me. By then, the glamour had gone from my marriage, and I had come to realize that it meant sharing life with an honest prosaic soul who would love, honor and obey me, but who lacked the gift to sustain that romantic feeling. As if it ever could be sustained! But in those days, I was like any other idiotic girl who expects marriage to be an eternal courtship. “My sister passed thé danger point, but she wanted me to stay on for a while, so I did. “And then—I met the man. Ran into him, rather. Literally. I rounded a corner, my head bent, my arms full of bundles. As I bumped into him, my packages flew. “I stopd there helplessly while he picked them up. He straightened up, looked at me, and laughed. He had a charming manner, not one bit presumptuous. And his eyes!

UPPOSE we stop in here for a cup of tea,’ he suggested. ‘It will give you a chance to recover from the rigors and bumps of shopping. I know all about it; you see my sisters . . . “You assume that a man with sisters can’t be too dangerous. . . . Anyway, I found myself having tea with him. And listening to him. How that man could talk—the most

. | fascinating person, I thought, that I

had ever met. He laid his life at my feet, so to speak—the years we had

. | not know each other. That was his

flattering attitude. A little star-

|tling, but exciting and romantic.

MOONS AND MOODS

By Jessie De Loria Daily Short Story

. “When he finally declared his love, he did it without preamble or warning. I had been shopping one afternoon, and then had met him in the tearoom of a department store. “‘I am leaving town tomorrow, he announced abruptly, ‘and if you are coming with me—and my happiness depends on your coming— meet me at my apartment.’ He told me the address. I stared at him,

my heart thumping. Leave Pete and:

go away with . . . Exactly! That was precisely what he meant. We were made for each other, he said. This was a Great Love, not to be denied. And so on.

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E had an appointment, so had to dash off. He repeated his address. I would remember it, would I? Oh, yes, yes, I'd remember it+—I, who can’t remember a number two minutes! {‘After he had gone, I rushed into the ladies’ room, tore off a piece of paper towel, and scribbled down the address. My mind was not mide up—but just in case. “All that evening, I wavered back and forth. Should I go with him or shouldn’t I? I was almost sick from the strain. 1 went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. “In the morning I got up and took my purse out to look at that address. The scrap of paper toweling, except for a faint smudge, was blank! The address had vanished. That rough paper simply had not held the pencil marks....Here, me given you some more tea, ladizs.” No, thanks. No thanks. They had to be going. Stella watched her friends climb into their cars, then returned to the living room. Her eyebrows pais 2d in mild surprise at sight of her h band sitting there. She remark oe that she had not heard him come in.

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‘Vii peen under cover in the dining room,” he explained, “waiting for the hen party to be over. And 1 heard every word of that interesting little tale you told vour friends. Your ‘honest, prosaic’ hiisband suspects ‘you of being up to something. Just what was the ic ea of making up that story?” “They .don’t know it yet” said Stella, “but Joan Weaver has come back to her husband. If those three women snub her, she stays snubbed in this town, and so...."” She smiled.

“And so you gave them something

to think abcut.”” Her husband chuckled. “If it doesn’t put them in a steadying - hand = to - young-wives mood, they'll be so busy talking about you, it will deflect their attention from Joan. And you're a match for them, while she is not. But that paper -towel business— would the writing vanish?” She hesitated, . then said, “Yes. You see, once I did write an address on a paper towel and when I went to look at it I discovered that the writing had rubbed completely away.” “I - guess every story-teller clings here and there to facts,” he said slowly, scowling at his pipe. “Undoubtedly.” Her casual serenity was perfect, but she was thinking: “If that address had not rubbed off, I wonder if I would have been here today. I wonder....” THE END

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