Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 October 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 has two interests in iife—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, ~ . $ired and weary, instead of remaining “with the guests, goes to his room. To punish him, Kay impulsively decides to ' take the morning plane to Honolulu. . Once on board, she begins to regret her impulsiveness. In Honolulu, Kay - “Jearns there is an outbreak of spinal “ meningitis at Midway and that Ted ‘is piloting a plane bringing serum, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

BY DECK MORGAN "CHAPTER XXII

FPHE Mariner reacher Pearl Har=A bor at Honolulu toward noon, gircling over the throngs that had gathered to witness its arrival. All . day in newspapers they had read little else but the hourly log of this race against death . On the Midway Jslands two more victims had gone down with spinal meningitis. «. Ted looked tired when he came down the gangplank, for he had not slept much on the flight from the mainland. Under his orders, refueling began at once. He was to fly on to Midway, and hoped to reach there before midnight with the needed serum. . He did not try to find Kay, or ask for news of her. He was so concerned with the flight to Midway ‘that he seemed to have forgotten her presence in Hawaii. There was not a minute to lose with men fac-

ing death on the coral atoll in the!

sweltering tropic night. : # 8 =» ~ PPUT Kay was not at the port - when the Mariner arrived. She

had spent the morning following Alp clews concerning the activities

of Illah and the two men who might |

be her accomplices in a plot to steal the secrets of Ted's gyropilot. - Kay had caught sight of Illah only once. The dancer was hur- _ rying from the city office of the . Trans-Pacific Airways to a taxi. In another car Kay followed the taxi to the airport, where the Mariner now lay, its silver wings * glinting in the midday sun. Illah left the taxi, heavily veiled, and disappeared in the throng about the docks. Kay | lost her then, in the mob that milled back and forth. : ' Meanwhile the Mariner was tuned | up rapidly for the night flight. | After less than an hour in port the great flying boat headed out again over the Pacific. Fr ; # = = "J HIRTY minutes out Ted had M1 the gyropilot working’ perfectjy. The four 800-horse power en‘gines zoomed. The ship was: being controlled and flown without the aid of human hand. “The delicate instrument had suc- - geeded in all the tests to which it had been subjected on this run. Ted's dream seemed realized. "He came out of the chart room, his eyes beaming with pride. He wanted to tell the pasesngers about it. ~ But suddenly he stopped short, and looked searchingly at the face he saw in one of the passenger com- _ partments. It was Illah, who was swathed in white and turbaned as sual. At the last minute she had engaged passage to Manila. “You are surprised go see me, no?” she asked. Her face was a mask. = Ted laughed. “There are no more surprises in my life,” he said. He looked at the other passengers, his eyes roving over each of them. He had been in the cockpit when they came on, and had not seen * them before. There was the English explorer, who carried a small hooded falcon on his wrist. There were the wives of two army officers, ‘stationed in Manila. There was a Chinese merchant in silk whom ‘Med knew. He smiled with extreme gourtesy when his eyes met Ted's. 2 > & = PP HERE was a young man in Ee sports clothes whom Ted rec‘ognized as a polo player, bound for an international match in Shanghai. There was a woman heavily wveiled in black. There was the _mpaval surgeon on the way to Midway with the meningitis serum. A missionary in clerical collar and an American traveling salesman were talking about the plumbing . on the island of Guam. ~ Tllah’s white hand slipped out from the folds of her gown and detained Ted. He stood at her side in the aisle. ~ “Do you think there will be any danger,” she asked with her mod‘ulated accent, “of the passengers taking this dreadful spinal men2?” She struggled with the word. ._ “Meningitis,” Ted supplied, “No, there’s no danger.

will come out for the serum and surgeon, and then we'll go on $0 Wake Island. You won't even touch Midway.” “I am glad,” she said. “But why you not flying the plane? Who tro!

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frowning. “It’s against rules( for passengers to go on the bridge,” he said. “I'm sorry.” Illah pouted. “On an ocean liner it is the same! Nobody can go on the bridge except—” she smiled up. at him in her languid manner—*“the captain’s friends!”

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HE navigation officer close by laughed. dark enough for that!” he said. Illah turned on him with disdainful regard. She stared coldly for a minute, and then walked slowly out of the chart room. “Very well,” she said. “Illah is bored. Illah will sleep.” She lay back in her chair and closed her eyes. Over that Oriental face came the look of utter repose, It was a grand, ineffable calm. They were flying above the clouds now, and only occasionally did the passengers catch a fleeting glimpse of the ocean. Toward night, however, they passed over French Frigate Shoals. All the passengers roused long enough to see the surf, beating against the loneliest shore in the world—uninhabited, barren reefs in plain ocean. Er » »

AR down they could make out the outline of the Mariner that had been forced down. It lay, safely moored inside the lagoon, and after further repairs would take to air again, | Ted came back to the passengers long enough to explain that one Mariner, in a test, had got off the water in 20 seconds in a run of less than 2000 feet, carrying a useful load of 25,000 pounds. “A forced sea landing is only an incident,” | he said. The sister ships exchanged radio greetings, and this flying boat passed on toward the Midway group several hours further to the west. Illah lay back in her chair and slept. The hooded falcon on the

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explorer’s wrist uttered a few shrill cries, and dug his murderous talons deeper into the glove. The missionary dozed off and stored. The army wives were having tea. The polo player stirred restlessly; his legs were too long for the seat. The traveling salesman had taken off his collar, and had his fee out in the gisle. The woman in the heavy black veils kept her face turned to the glass. Then they flew out of the sunset into inky darkness. The ocean and sky above were blotted out.

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TT had been expecting this atmospheric disturbance. He had known before leaving Hawaii that a low pressure area existed beyond French Frigate Shoals. But he hadn’t expected a storm of such sudden and violent intensity. They were flying above the clouds whe it broke with crashes of thunder and lightning all about them. There were strong beam and head winds which cut the speed of the Mariner to less than 90 miles an hour. Navigation became diffi-

cult: there was immediately the problem of changing drifts. All six men of the crew were on duty now. Tlie gyropilot was re- | lieved from cuty and Ted stayed at the captain’s post with the navigation officer. The wind shrieked and howled and the heavy rain poured over the giant wings and the hull. The radio officer had his strained white face over the radio direction finder. Ted - was studying the weather chart when thie door of the chart room opened slowly behind him. The woman in black veils came in and closed the door hehind her. Before Ted could turn fo intervene she had lifted the veils from her face. “Kay!” he ‘said. He stared at his wife, who had appeared somehow on the ship.

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

ENRY HATCH, publisher, had read Welford Ammington's bulky manuseripts with heroic patience. Each year, one came from the fellow, was.read, and sent back. HatcPAvery carefully avoided saying a word of encouragement, yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell the

man bluntly that he had no chance. “It’s not my job to break people’s

hearts,” he said to his secretary.

For nearly ten years, the manuscripts had been coming in. The name Ammington had become a sort of symbol around the publisher’s office. He had told his salesmen of the man, chiding them for their lack of perseverance. Then, one day,.there- came an Ammington manuscript that immediately caused a ripple of excitement. Hatch read it, blinked, and read it again. A miracle had happened! It was a good novel, a very good one! : “ Hatch was decidedly pleased, of course. Sitting there in his office, he imagined the happiness his letter of acceptance would cause in the Ammington home. He could see the fellow shouting the good news to his wife. Yes, there would be a wife—a poor, hard-working little creature, to whom the letter would mean even more than to her husband. : ” 2 » HE book was published, and made an immediate hit. The name Ammington now became a different sort of symbol around the publisher's office. It stood for “coming through,” and all that sort of thing. Then, when the next manuscript arrived, and proved to be even better than the last, it dawned on Henry Hatch that he had “discovered” a genius. Genius, after all, was mostly patience and hard work. Surely, Ammington had dispiayed plenty of both. . Hatch decided he had better get this new luminary under contract— give no other publisher a chance to lure the fellow away. He must see Ammington—and at once. He caught a train for the Middle West. The mountain was going to Mohammed. . . . A drab country town, a wheezy taxicab, and then a shabby cottage badly in need of paint. Henry Hatch felt a bit guilty as he stood at the door. Maybe he could have stretched a point and, bought one of Ammington’s earlier manuscripts. The acceptance would have meant a great deal. 8 8 = HE door opened, and a woman stood there. Hatch's first glance at her told him many things. Dreams, pride, courage. Hatch was fascinated by her eyes. They were so bright, as if a deep fire was burning in them. “Yes?” ‘ g “I'm Henry Hatch, the publisher. I have come to see—er—your husband, Mr. Ammington.” She held open the door. “Please come in. My husband is away, but I can talk to you.” “I should have notified him I was coming,” said Hatch. He followed her into the living room. There were papers scattered

about, Over at one side, by a win-|

dow, was a table, with typewriter. The woman had been working, probably, on her husband’s next novel. She noticed Hatch's interest in the work table. “You see,” she explained. “I have always done my husband's typing.” » = =

JATCH beamed. “Of course, you realize by now that your husband is a big success. I'd almost 80 so far as to call him a genius.” The bright eyes seemed to be bor-

BRIGHT EYES

By David William Moore Daily Short Story

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worked so hard. Day after day, year and year, happy in the faith that eventually . . .” Late that afternoon, Henry Hatch was at the village depot, waiting for the train to take him back to New York. He was strangely solemn. He knew he woild never forget this trip. The words he had heard Mrs. Ammington speak still burned in his mind. It seemed to him that, surely, he had been in the aura of greatness. He felt humble. Perhaps the blank contract he had left with Mrs. Ammington would be returned. He didn’t know. But the eyes of that womant : ! ‘ * 2 2 T must be {ime for his train, but still there was no activity around the station. He got up and ambled ' over to the ticket window to inquire. The agent, a little old man with pink cheeks and snow-white hair, looked up from his telegraph key. “Train's half an hour late,” he said. He peered quizzically at Hatch. “I reckon you must be a stranger around here, ain't you?’ I never seen you before, that I recall.” “No, I've never been here before,” said Hatchgagreeably. “Travelin’ man, or jest a visitor?” “Just a visitor,” said Hatch. “I came to see that fellow, Welford Ammington, the writer. Maybe you know him.” “Humph!” The old man’s face sobered. “Yes, I used to know him right well. Not much hustle about him, but a wonderful wife. Don’t reckon there's a more capable woman in town’ than her. If he'd only had her spunk——" “What do you mean, if he'd had her spunk?” : The old man stared at Hatch. “Don’t you know that Ammington has been dead for gnore than three

years?” THE END

1936, by United Feature yndicate, Inc.)

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(The characters in this story are fictitious

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