Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 October 1936 — Page 14

By Wi iams FLAPPE

OUT OUR WAY SAVY, WORRY WART, AT SHOULD | GET BACK HERE! "| HOW CAN I ENJOY TH' BEAUTIFUL GOWD> AN BROWNS OF AUTUMN, WITH A POULTICE LIKE You IN FRONT 'OF ME?

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The navigation officer shrugged | his shoulders. “Webs going away.

BEGIN HERE TODAY KAY DUNN, pretty airplane stewardfalls in love with TED FRAHAM,

| “We can't get off the Sourser | the navigation officer replied grim- | “We haven't got enough fuel

pilot who flies the trans-Pacific

ed has two interests in life—his job DICKIE, his adopted son, 7 years When Ted asks Kay to marry him,

h fears it is merely to make a home: |

t Dickie, but she agrees. does not agree, though, with ® theories that marriage, to be sucil, must be planned scientifically, § as a plane flight. She is rebellious he insists her housekeeping must carried on in the same way, with and budgets. y gives a party and Ted, tired and y, refuses to join the guests. To h him, Kay impulsively boards the i@ for Honolulu next morning. Once board, she begins to regret her imsiveness Honolutu, Kay learns there is an break spinal meningitis at Midy and Ted is piloting a plane bringserum. Ted arrives, takes off again ‘Shortly. Without making her presence “Known, Kay boards the ship. ILLAH, ‘Oriental dancer, also is a passenger. violent storm breaks. Ted, studythe weather chart, looks up to face

~..NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

vy ~ BY DECK MORGAN * CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE SHE ship was battling its way through the storm, half way to

' Midway Island, when Kay made her

Fesence known to Ted in the chart

She had seen Illah board the

Plane and, sensing danger to Ted, : wanted to be near him. She

“hurriedly bought the heavy black “Weil and boarded the plane as a passenger. Neither Illah nor Ted had recognized her. + Ted took her hands. “Kay!” he ‘#xclaimed, “what are you doing *pere?”

'*1 wanted to be near you,” she | “I wanted to ex-

sid simply. ‘plain—" “He ran a worried hand across his forehead.- “As if I didn’t have

"The navigation officer turned suddenly and barked some figures. The latter took a few steps to the *scockpit and repeated the com+anand to the first pilot. A gust of

“ship rock from side to side. Then

~ rain poured down.

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“of* more than 1000 miles. “other set they were in communi-

Ted came back to Kay with * beads of sweat on his forehead. “'#8jt in the corner there,” he said, ~ and don’t talk to me. We're rid“Jug the worst storm Ive seen in "30,000 hours in the air.” %""As the storm progressed navi“gation became increasingly diffiShifting high and [low pres‘sure areas added drift to the probJems of the navigation officer who sat close to Ted in the chart room. : beam wind of high velocity forced go to change the course. “But the steady, dull roar of the Sind and rain endured outside. ¥Phe radio sets were workifig prop- ¥. The direction finder, used radio navigation, had a range On the

cation with the ground stations.

At intervals the radio officer “brought messages to Ted. Atmos‘pheric conditions were increasingdv bad at Midway. The radio sta- # Sor, reported .that the Mariner’s

_ ‘signals were weak. One hour after ‘the storm began the signals frorg

»ghe Honolulu radio station ceased. 4 Ted sat huddled over the chart = ran a hand through his hair. S#e-knew that, but for this fault in the radio, everything was going ssvell. He barked orders and they were obeyed rapidly. The crew “had complete confidence in him.

; ” n 2 =x THEN the storm showed no

Fr signs of - relenting, Ted left his post and went back into the .gompartments. Kay watched him. _Some of the passengers were panicstricken, but Ted's presence seemed to, reassure them. He walked from _one seat to another, with a word for “each person. His calm was ineffable. He was like a mountain of . strength. ~ Illah sat in her chair with a cool oA in for the danger. Her long ~White fingers adjusted the turban about her black hair as Ted came pear her. She smiled with the seene mysticism of the East. “The gyropilot—she is working ithe storm?” she asked. Ted laughed. He was glad Illah not angry over his refusal to let see the instrument. ¥Not now,” he said. “But before * the storm it was working perfectly.” 2 Suddenly Illah stood up, and her eyes showed a trdce of i. She spoke softly. “Tell me the truth,” she said. “Are we . in danger? Is there a chance of the ship not reaching port?” “Of course we're going to reach » Ted said staunchly. “I

.axouldn’t lose the secrets of my gy-

.Xopilot for anything in the world.” ' Tllah breathed a sigh of relief and down. ’ But the radio officer came up @ aisle just then, his face ashen. he direction finder's out,” he

Ted hurried back to the cockpit, ed at the radio officer's side » a few minutes while the latter ed vainly to put the direction back to work. A message in from the station at Miday on the land set. . Ted read the penciled message, Bnd then tossed it down. He spoke the navigation officer. *“Atmoss conditions bad at Midway. ng zero. Our signals are weak the direction finder is‘ out! must be wrong with the

il 3 8» : PENHE radio officer went up to the sight-hatch to inspect the ra-

ted to Ted. hi drift is making tion difficult. We've got

winds as well as head winds.

Il have to find a high pressure

or we'll be lost.” ;

looked at the chart. The had been following a terly course for approxi-

y 900 niles now. Midway

should be 400 miles farther

et off the course in t

The navigation officer his eyes glued to the charts, did not look up, even as he

ly. to fly blindly around in the middle of the Pacific ocean. We're 3000 miles from the mainland in either direction!” “We'll have to ride in on an improvised beam,” Ted said. “Tell

Honolulu .and Midway at the same time and check’ with me every 10 minutes. To find our position, we'll have to triangulate.” :

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said, “I cant get Honolulu at all! Something’s gone haywire. But Midway is still coming in.” . Ted nodded sternly. “Keep trying. We can’t work on one land station with the direction finder out. And we cant do any blind flying in. this storm.” He went to the sight-hatch to have a look at the storm. They were still flying in pitch black night. He strained his eyes out toward the radio antennae and inspected the loop in the sight-hatch. Suddenly Ted realized that they were lost over the open sea. He didn’t know how he sensed the fact, but he did. Something out of his long experience in the air told him as surely as could an instrument. An hour passed and Ted knew he had aged in that ‘hour, The radio officer still couldn't make the direction finder work. Ted gave _the order to trip down from the 7000-foot level to a few hundred feet over the surface of the water. With perspiratiof-running off his forehead, he stood in the

ment board. One thousand feet. Five hundred feet. ‘Three hundred feet. He ought to have heen able to see the waves, but there | was nothing but murky fog above and below, Ceiling zero! The giant flying boat swerved back up into the skies. He couldn’t chance flying so close to the surface with visibility zero. The radio officer came running with a penciled note. “The signals | from Midway are getting weaker | and weaker,” he said. “They were | stronger an hour ago- And we've | lost Honolulu for good.” t | Ted looked anxiously at the navi- | gation officer before he read the note. “What does that mean?”

BACK

By Joseph Léwis Chadwick

Daily Sh

| LMOST reverently, Henry Clay Wilkins approached the statei ly entrance of Convention Hall. A | group of men, elegant in cutaway coats, striped trousers and silk hats, preceded him. . : “Your invitation?” —= Henry stopped abruptly and stared at the uniformed guard. Henry was an abjectly shy little man with large, frightened eyes. His cheap blue suit was shabby and out of style. “Invitation?” he said blankly. “Oh, but I need no invitation to the Governor’s*luncheon. I'm the delegate from Centerville. My name is Henry—" =. “Sorry. No invitation, no admittance,” snapped the guard.

2 iT ENRY swallowed and retreated. He watched correctly attired men arrive and enter the hall Something inside his narrow chest twisted. He had come all the way across the state to see the Governor and now his way was barred:

was a campaign banner bearing a picture of the Governor—-a young, very handsome man. Henry, thrilling with vicarious pride, beamed as he gazed at it. Often, in his 40 years behind the counter of his Centerville hardware store, he had dreamed of such achievements as lay, behind this young man. Governof, and now the certainty of being elected to the United States

Senate. ”

yn A’ length, Henry gave up trying to get into the hall, and ‘wandered over to the park where the Governor was to make his first campaign address that afternoon. The seats were nearly all occupied when Henry sank into one close to the stand. Here, he thought he might be able to attract the Governor's -attention—perhaps even shake his hand and have a few words with him. .. . HR “Hey, you!” a gruff voice interrupted his reverie. Henry glanced timidly over his shoulder. He saw a policeman gesturing at him with his stick. “These seats are reserved. You'll have to sit in back.” When the policeman had departed, Henry, feeling like a furtive criminal, crept from his seat and hurried down the far aisle to some empty seats at the right front of the speakerst stand. There he shrank down between two busily chattering young men. Neither paid him any heed, and he drew a confident breath. Then, a hard hand fell on his thin shoulder. : “Sorry, old man. This is my

seat.” = = =

HER gulped an apology. “I can't see or hear from the back. . I thought——" : “This is the press’ section. You work on a newspaper?” 4 Henry shook his head. “No—" He broke off as he saw the big policeman in the aisle. “He one of you reporters?” the officer asked. : “Don’t know him,” somebody said. “Listen,” Henry said, with rare boldness. “I'm the delegate from Centerville. I've got to stay down here to see the Governor. He'll want to talk to me. My name—"

the radio officer to try to pick up |

r = went te the radio officer again. The latter turned and |

cockpit and watched the instru-

Over the great doors of the hall,

Off the course. We ay be lost.” Ted read the note ! “Your signals weaker now. Are | you off course? Whai's trouble with | direction finder? Stormy over island. Ceiling zero." 4 tJ ® ED crumpled the note and flung it to the floor. “We're lost at sea,” he said, and then glanced at | Kay, who had been sitting quietly lin the corner, saying nothing. “Carry on,” he said quietly to the | navigation officer. Then he came to | Kay, took her hands in his. “Don’t be afraid,” he told her. Kay stood up. “I'm not afraid, { Ted, I'm with you.” She turned when she thought she { felt the door open at her back, but she went on talking. “Ted, tell me quickly. Has that woman, Illah, ever been curious — exceptionally curious—about the details of the gyropilot?” Ted caught her wrists, alarm in his eyes. “Yes, she has! She's tried to get me to show it to her on several occasions. I thought it was a woman’s idle curiosity.” Kays eyes opened wide. “Ted, I know! I followed her in Honolulu and Y've suspected her with Jack Slade, that renegade aviator in Honolulu—" “That rat!” Ted snapped. “For 20 years he’s made a traffic of aviation secrets. He's worked for private firms, for foreign governments—" i “Ted, she’s after the secret of the { gyropilot. She is his accomplice—" The door opened slowly, and & | white hand was thrust in. Illah ap- : peared, the other hand behind her white robe. She bolted the door behind her, and slowly lifted an automatic from beneath the veils. She pointed the wicked little muzzle at ; Ted. | “You are very clever,” she said to Kay. “But you are also amateurish. Keep your hands up.” she directed

Ted and the navigation officer, who |

| had both stood up, hesitant. “I heard all you said. Since the ship is lost, I must work fast,” Illah ‘went on. “If I die. I must know that my work has been well done. , The gyropilot!” she said sharply. | “Give me the plans.quickly.”

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

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Interview! In Henry's secret day dreams, he had often been interviewed, giving opinions on problems of the day. In reality, his name had been in the Centerville Daily but three times—once when -he’d married, again when his son was Lorn, and lastly when his warehouse had burned down.

y do you think the Governor has?” asked the man with the notebook. } “He'll be elected.” Henry said confidently. “He’ll sweep the state!” | “What about his stand on taxes? Won't that hurt him?” some one else chimed in. Henry flared. “The Governor's stand on taxes is just. I wrote him myself suggesting his program on the tax bill.” : “You suggested it!” Henry went weak as the group roared with laughter. The policeman, now had him by the arm, was leading him toward the rear. His thin face flamed in-

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the Governor! He was pushed into a seat. “Now, if I see you leave that chair,” the policeman snapped, “I'm going to throw you out of the park. Get me?” ” ” s ENRY nodded. The policeman stood behind him as the band broke into a martizl air. The Governor’s party wag arriving on the stand. 3 Presently, the (Governor, tall, broad-shouldered, was introduced. He came to the edge of the platform amid a thunder of applause. What glorious music to Henry's proud ears. Then the clapping stopped, and the senatorial candidate began his speech. It was & magnificent opening, Henry gleaned from what he could hear. Then, suddenly, Henry went cold. The Governor had stopped; he was staring back over the crowd. Henry was on his feet, though he did not know it until the policeman seized his arm. : “I'm s-sorry,” Henry stammered. “I didn’t know I was standing up. —" ‘ “Come along! Can't you hear what the Governor says?” Henry was marched down to the speakers’ stand. The Governor himself reached down to help him to the platform. In a daze, Henry saw the great man turn back to the crowd. - “The man responsible for what I am today,” the Governor was saying. “Henry Clay Wilkins, my

father.” : THE END

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