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Trial Flight

By Adelaide Humphries

CAST OF CHARACTERS JACKIE DUNN—Heroine; she wanted to fiy. ROGER BRECKNER—Hero; he wanted to test the stratosphere. BERYL MELROSE — Wealthy widow; she wanted Roger. EVELYN LA FARGE—Jackie’s mother; she wanted a son-in-law,

HOLD EVERYTHING

Yesterday—Roger kisses Jackie, making the engagement more real than she she had ever realized it might be. Then, suddenly, she burst into tears.

CHAPTER SIX

FTER Roger had loaned Jackie | his pocket handkerchief and | apologized profusely she explained | she enly cried when she was angry. ! “It’s because I thought your plan] would work out so easily, the way you said it would,” Jackie said, a | bit tremulously. “And instead, it's a howling flop.” Roger was learning his lessons from bitter experience. His face still stung. So he said, “I told you 1 had something important to tell you. If it works out, as I hope it will, I think we can tailspin your mother’s well-intentioned schemes. But, my love, we will have to put on an act if we are going to put over the idea that we are engaged. That's why,” he added. throwing her a grin, “I got slapped. I was only practicing——get me?” i “1 get you. But youll get slapped again, if you Keep on| practicing,” Jackie said. “And re- | member, please, I'm not ‘your |

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the act, though. But too, it'll only be put on in public. “I'll remember.” Roger promised, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “I didn’t mean to slap you quite so hard,” Jackie relented a trifle. She returned his handkerchief. She was thoroughly ashamed of those tears. What was it you had to tell me?” she asked. “It will have to be really good this time . .. aren't you going to drive on? If anyoné goes by hell think we're lovers! Parked on the side of the road like this with the lights turned out.” “He'd have another guess coming,” Roger said. “This is more like an amateur boxing match. We'll move on, as soon as I've told you— and this really is good. I think I've met my Santa Claus, Jackie. When I was in Washington.”

2 2 = “CYOMEONE who'll back you? Not really!” The golden fires in Jackie's eyes flared anew. “Right you are. At least, it looks that way. If everything works out.” Roger smacked his lips in smug satisfaction. “We may get the whole thing set up in another month. This Santa Claus works fast. There's a new super-charged ship ready for stratosphere tests. It will take an altitude of 50,000 feet. I may land the job.” “Ch, Roger!” say any more. for him. “I'll know next week,” he went on. “So keep your fingers crossed until then. Oh, boy, will that be | something! Think of it, Jackie, fiying in a new unseen world, a | world where the stars always] shine in the purple shadows, where the sun is only a silver disc; no clouds, no birds. “It's too magnificent!” Jackie said. “Too big almost to comprehend. And to be one of the first to help make such dreams come true—oh, Roger, why wasn't I born a man!” “You do very well as you are,” he said. “If I get the breaks and get | my chance. I'll arrange so you can listen in at the radio-tower. I'll | send you messages all the way up, so you'll almost think you're in the ship with me’ “Oh, Roger!” It was all Jackie could say again. She slipped an arm through his, squeezed it hard. Her heart was so full she thought it would burst. “It's what I've always wanted to do,” Roger said. “It will be the beginning for a lot of things for me. No more crazy test-dives, photographic mapping, or teaching dubs | how to fly.” i

oud." | «yg LIKE that!” she pretended indignation. “Calling me a dub! And what will I do for an instructor, please? Just when I'm getting ready to solo and every- | thing.” “I didn’t mean you. You're okay.” She remembered that she was still hanging on, as though she were a clinging vine, to Roger's arm. She pulled away, cautiously, hoping he would not notice. And she was glad now that the lights were out so that he could not see that her face was flushed! “We'll tell your mother we can’t make any definite pians until I've made my flight,” Roger said. Maybe if he became a hero, Jackie might even be willing to marry him afterward. She did not know it— and the good Lord would have to help him out if she found it out!— but Roger was on Evelyn's side in this marriage business. Jackie considered. “That ought to hold her off a while,” she agreed. “But, after the flight.” “One thing at a time!” he reminded. “Maybe my oxygen tube will spring a leak, or my body expand to the bursting point. , 7 “Roger!” “Well, I was only trying to be helpful.” She must like him a little bit, the way she had reacted to that. “you ought to be ashamed to say such things!” She looked as though she would like to slap him again. Then as suddenly her eyes turned starry, her lips tremulous, she was all tender femininity and yielding sweetness, as unthinkingly she caught his arm, pressing close to him again, “You didn’t mean it! It's not that risky!” She was seized with that unexpiainable panic once again, that sickening emptiness. Whew! He'd rather do any numper of test-dives, climb to any stratospheric heights, than have Jackie, looking like that, so unbearably close, yet so unattainably far from him. She sank back. “Who is this wonderful Santa Claus?” she murmured. “You didn't tell me his name, Roger. Or anything about him.” “Didn't I?” Roger laughed. “It fsn't a mister, Jackie, at all. This happens to be Mrs. Santa Claus. Mrs. Beryl Melrose, to be exact.” “Mrs. Beryl Melrose,” Jackie zepeated. But the name did not mean anything to her then.

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