Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 December 1937 — Page 14

By ELINORE COWAN STONE Copyright, 1937, NEA Service, Inc.

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CAST OF CHARACTERS LINDA BENTON—Heroine, daughter of famous singer. CAPT. BARRYMORE TRENT--Hero, flying “daredevil.” : MIRANDA TRENT—Barrymore’s grandmother; a “strong woman.” ;

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Yesterday: Barry, about to start on his rescue trip, asks Linda to marry him first, secretly. On their way to be wed, Rita Blanchard stops them, speaks to Barry of “old debts.” Fear strikes Linda.

CHAPTER EIGHT

1L==2 was married fo Barry Trent in the little office in a side wing of Judge Baldwin's home. The judge, an elderly bachelor, pened the door for them, himself. Their one witness was a guest of the judge, Mr. Chadwick, an Engfishman who was leaving town to sail for home that evening. . Barry and Linda drove them to the railway station.

Old Miranda was still in her;. .

room when they returned to Trent Hall—dressing for dinner, Jefferson said. “Remember. now, what you prom{ised on the way home,” Barry said. “No more worrying tonight. Nothing but happiness.” “Yes,” Linda agreed, blinking through her" tears, “nothing but happiness.” Happiness—when in a few hours he would be gone . . . Suppose she had to make those few short hours alone together do for a whole lifetime . . . Mustn’t think of that ... At least she would have this evening. » 2 2 HE telephone shrilled in the hall outside, and Jefferson appeared in the doorway.

“The ai’'po’t callin’, Mistah Barty,” he announced. When Barry came back from the telephone, he closed the door very softly and stood for a moment without speaking. Linda knew one moment of wild hope that the flight had been called off. Then she saw Barry's face— set and pale. , into his

He came and took her arms before he spoke. “Set the good old upper lip, darling,” he said more tenderly than he had ever spoken before. “The field just telephoned that they're ready for me sooner than they expected; and by taking off early this evening I'm sure of better flying conditions than if I wait. . . . That's” a good girl—steady! The Duchess is coming.” Then old Miranda came in, and had to be told, too. She took it like a field marshal. “Well,” she said with a cheerful ness that crackled, “I've always said that if you have a tiresome chore to do, the best thing is to get it over with.” t 4 » 8

ARRY had to leave almost immediately. He was to pick up something to eat and check over his plans at the field. Linda had only & moment alone with him, while his grandmother was upstairs on an errand. : They clung together, and Linda cried softly, “Barry, oh Barry! If you—shouldn’t come back! You've said from the beginning fhat no one could find them.” - “That was before I decided to take over the job, myself,” he grinned, and loosened her clinging fingers gently as his grandmother limped downstairs. Almost before Linda could realize it he was gone, calling back over his shoulder, “I'm leaving you in Titania’s care, Duchess—and you girls be sure ‘to have that Christmas tree all set up, ready for me to trim.” When the last sounds of the departing car had faded, Mrs. Trent ‘walked, slowly to her chair andl seated herself. “You may ring for Jefferson to set up the card table, Miss Benton,” she said. “And please do try to remember: that in order to move four cards, one must have three vacant spaces.” They played {wo interminable games of Russian Bank—the old lady as merciléssly alert as éver, pouncing like a bright-eyed bird, with a crackling “Stop!” each time her opponent made a false moye. At length old Miranda swept the cards together, sorted them deftly, and packed them away in their boxes. “Suppose we read awhile, Miss Benton,” she said. “You don’t seem much interssied in your game to-

8S a matter of fact, old Miranda did not seem much interested -in the reading. Often she halted the brisk click of her knitting needles to glance at the clock. Promptly ‘at 9:25 she interrupted to say, “It is almost time for our

news broadcast, Miss Benton. Had ||

you not better turn on the radio?”

Linda hurried to do so with trem- |

bling fingers. . . . Perhaps some of those other fliers who were hunting had already found the lost | plane. | There were usual run-of-the- { mill items about unimportant things

| —like the Spanish revolution and |

the. bombing in China. Then th -you to: the County Airport, where Capt. Trent, ace flier of the U. S. Navy, is about to take off on the first leg of his daring attempt to locate the lost Aurelius expedition.” There was a brief pause. Then

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LD Miranda snorted and mutJ tered something vitriolic about “hysterical landlubbers!” : She was sitting a little straight-

tightened on the arms of her chair. Now she glanced down and carefully relaxed them. ; The broadcast grew more lyric: “Now Capt. Trent's flashing as he smiles and waves to a friend who has just called something to him.” : Linda shut her ees, to recall Barry’s smile. “In a moment we hope fo coax the captain; himself, to the microphone. . . . He’s coming this way now. . . . Won’t you please clear a path there gentlemen, so that we can get Capt. Trent through here? . Captain Trent, sir, won’t you just step up and tell the radio audience something about yourself and your plans?” : T Then Barry, himself, apparently at some distance from the transmitter —half impatient, half pantering, utterly unaware, cleavly, that his voice was plainly audible to thousands of listeners: “Say, who do you think

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LD Mirands chuckled grimly. The announcer again: “Of course we realize, sir, that you are very busy, but surely you can say a tfew words for us.” And Barry ¢gain, laughing, still supremely unconscious of his unseen public: “Only that: I hope some of those sandwiches in the cockpit are no; ham.”

It was all tco brief. Almost immediately there was the roar of a great motor, a cheer from the crowd, and the announcer’s voice off! A magnificent take-off!”

As Linda started to speak, old Miranda put up her hand for silence. There was to be more, it seemed.

“And now.” the announcer was going on, “before we close our broadcast, we have here a friend of’ Capt. Trent—e¢. very lovely lady who, report has it--but we won’t go into that now. . . . Anyhow, she wants to speed Capt. Trent with a few words. We hope, for his sake, that he’s listening.”

(To 13e Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

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MARTHA'S GIFT—By Marjorie Knight

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“This was hardly wise, do you think?’ »

SPE by side they watched the toy trains whiz by on a confusion of tracks and thrilled to the realistic shriek of small steam whistles. Slender young woman with pale, tragic face and shabby little lad. The young clerk who engineered the trains’ intricate progress approached them. “Martha!” he said in some surprise. “Not working?” “They gave us the afternoon off for shopping.” : The man’s eyes grew worried, after his first pleasure at seeing her so unexpectedly. : “This was hardly wise, do you think, coming up here?” Martha shrugged helplessly. “I hadn’t intended to,” she confessed. “But this young man couldn't find the trains, so—" The clerk glanced down at the little fellow, who returned his gaze with a great deal of respect and admiration. te you make ’em go?” he asked in awe. : “I surely do,” the man assured

m. “All day?” Solemnly, “All day.” Gee,” ' said = the little fellow. “Gee!” Then the trains reclaimed his attention.” 57 “Here,” said Martha, “I'll lift you.” “Yes, madam,” said the clerk. “Right over this way.” He stepped away to make a demonstration to an insistent customer. “Right back,” his eyes signaled Martha. . ; : ” 2 ” “ ELL, young man,” he asked on his return, “have you seen enough trains?” : 4 “I guess so,” said the boy reluctantly as Martha set him on his feet. He reached his small face to hers. “Maybe I'll get one for Christmas,” he added wistfully. Martha swallowed hard. Her eyes met the young clerk’s.. “I have my Christmas bonus cheek,” she began uncertainiy. : “Go ahead,” he said. - “Well,” she glanced down ai the youngster, straining up on the tips of his shabby toes to see the biggest train of them all go by once more. “A small one then. One you wind. He—seems to need shoes.” | “Say,” the youngster said when

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the train was safe under Martha's arm, “I dida’t know you could buy trains. I thought only Santa could buy them.” 2 “Well,” explained Martha, “sometimes people help him out. He's pretty busy, you know. Now hold gh 10 me tightly or you might get 0S > The boy swaggered a bit. “I don’t get lost. But I'll hold on if you like. “Say, where are we going?”

him. “Would you like some shoes?’ # 2 “

“YPRAND new ones?” he queried. : “Brand new ones, and maybe a sweater, if there’s enough left for it.” | hn : With the utter unconcern of youth, he accepted all of this.

warm,” he aid of the sweater. “I hope,’ said Martha. “Oh, 1 hope.” bo * The shots he found unusually stiff, but the shiny léather quite fascinated him. Several times he bumped into the crowds, watching his own toss. be Martha had to laugh. She was amply repaid, she decided. ? “Now where?” The boy seemed to accept her completely.

2 0B 2 ARTEIA carefully counted her change. “I think we .could have hot ¢hocolate—and a sandwich. Aren’t you hungry?” The child fairly danced in his eagerness: to arrive at the heaven of one of the shiny fountains. “I'd rather have cake.”

“Well,” said Martha dubiously, “cake then.” And she marveled at the capacity of such a small stomach. b : “Now where?” he asked when the last crumb of cake had vanished irom the dish and the last bit of whipped cream was licked from the cup. Apparently he had concluded this went on endlessly. : .

“Home, I'm afraid,” said Martha. And at his crestfallen small countenance. “I'll let you carry the train.” At 8, state St. poured out its legion of eweary workers. Martha watched from the sheltered doorway with anxious eyes. If she missed Tommy she was in for a long, cold walk home.. At long last he came. .{3he called to him. - Turning up the collar of his none too heavy coat against the wind, the clerk of the train department hur-

“Martha! Why did you wait for me?” “Don’t scold, Tommy,” she beg “It’s Christmas Eve, and—" she laughed, embarrassed—"“I didn’t save out cariare.” *

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8 8 =» SHE nodded. “Do you mind terribly, Tommy?” : “Not if it helped any.”

Tonrmy took her arm. “If we ‘walk to Randolph St. well get a seat.” - © “Tommy,” “1 forgot to get you a present.” ‘The man looked down State St. north and determined to forget how

“Tell you what: We'll have a present together. We'll go to a show.” “All right,” she agreed. of hate to go home.” =

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