Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 May 1938 — Page 14

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SERIAL STORY— | |

Trial Flight

By Adelaide Humphries

CAST OF CHARACTERS JACKIE DUNN—Heroine; she wapted to fly. 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.

Yesterday—Roger tells Jackie for the | first time of Mrs. Beryl Melrose, but | the name did not mean anything to Jackie then.

CHAPTER SEVEN

EVERAL days after the evening | when Roger had told Jackie] about his important news and about | he Mrs. Santa Claus he had found, | Jackie received what she might | have called the shock of her young life.

Evelyn and Jackie had gone into town for a day's shopping, in spite of Jackie's continued protest that she did not want to shop for a trousseau. They were lunching at the smart Colony restaurant, | famous for certain tables always | identified with well-known per- | sonalities. | Evelyn, of course, had her special | table reserved for her. She was] dressed for the occasion—and for | the craning of necks that she knew | her entrance would cause—in a new | Schiaparelli spring suit of beige wool, with wide fox trimming all the | way down its front, a Suzy sailor with a capricicus—and most be- | coming—veil. Jackie, fellowing in her wake, wore her same sport suit, carried over from last spring, a Dobbs swagger hat, since the Colony called for the convention of headgear—and a decidedly sulky look. “Don't look so cross, darling,” Evelyn asid, after she had spent a 15-minute conference with the] waiter as to what to order that] would be appetizing, but not the | least bit fattening. “Anyone would | think I had been putting you through some terrific ordeal. “If trying on clothes isn't an ordeal I don't know what is,” Jackie | murmured darkly. I tell you it's | too ridiculous, Mother. Your buying | me a trousseau. When goodness | knows when I'll get married—if I | ever do—with Roger plannig this | new trial flight and everything.” = n z VELYN sighed. “I can't under- | stand you, darling,” she said. | “You act most unnatural for a girl | who has just become engaged.” Evelyn looked around, with her bright gaze, to see who else of imsortance was lunching at the

Colony. She nodded to one or two | groups at various tables, giving each the benefit of her sweet smile. Then | her expression changed. “Why, darling!” she exclaimed. “Isn't that Roger—over there, that | small table, against the wall. Of | course it's Roger! But who on| earth is he with?” | Jackie's glance traveled in the | direction her mother had indicated. | She had not known Roger was com- | ing into the city today. But it was | Roger. Looking exceedingly well- | groomed and tailored. Sitting op- | posite him, her head bent, deeply | absorbed in conversation—or in| Roger—was a girl, an exceptionally | attractive girl | Jackie experienced the first twinge | of the shock she was to receive. “I| don't know who he is with,” she an- | swered her mother's question. “You don't!” Evelyn looked at | her daughter sharply. “Well, we | must find out then! Nod to him, Jacqueline. He's looking this way now.” n n » ' E isn't looking at me,” Jackie said. For a moment he had,

almost; then he had looked away

again. “We could tell Henri to invite | them to our table.” Henri was Evelyn’s waiter. She started to beckon to him now, Jackie said sharply, “Mother, if vou do . . . I'll get up and leave— | honestly, IT will!” | “I would merely ask them to join | us for coffee, or something like | that,” her mother said. But the | storm gathering in Jackie's young | face must have stopped her for | once. It did not defer her from her main objective, however. She managed to signal Henri with her bright glance. “You see that young lady in | the far corner, Henri,’ she said. “The young one, all in black—with | the two silver fox scarfs. I wonder if | vou would see if you could learn her name for me, please.” “But certainly, Madame,” Henri | replied promptly. He held a brief | conference with the head waiter, | returned to their table. “The ladv's | name is well known. Madame,” he | bowed elaborately. “Especially in | our capital city—Washington. She is | the widow of the late Charles Melrose.” “Charles Melrose!” Evelyn gasped. “Yes, Madame.” Henri bowed again. “She was famous for her beauty when she was Miss Beryl Davidson. And for other things. She was the young lady who won the long-distance trophy at the Cleve- | land air show. I believe Mrs. Melrose | is exceedingly interested in aviation, Madame.”

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HAT was when the full force of the shock hit Jackie. Naturally she was called to attention by any mention of flying. Then she put two and two together rapidly. Why, that attractive young girl was Roger's Mrs. Santa Claus. “Thank you very much, Henri,” Evelyn dismissed him with a graciously condescending smile. “Did you hear that, darling?” she addressed Jackie. “Why, Charles | Melrose was one of the wealthiest | men in the world! 1 believe this | was his second wife — though I | presume she received all of his money, as the first was a divorce and settlement. He must have | been much older than his young | widow. But how on earth do you | suppose Roger got to know her?” | “Henri gave you enough of a| clew,” Jackie said. Instead of | losing that tense feeling it had ap- | parently settled upon her even | firmer. She could not imagine | why Roger had not told her that | Mrs. Melrose was sO young and | so pretty. Jackie had taken it for | granted because he had said she | was & wealthy widow that she | would have hennaed hair and | false teeth, or something like that. | “Mrs. Melrose is going to finance Roger's stratosphere flight. That is if Roger is lucky enough to get his chance. Which I suppqse he will, if she is as important

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as Henri says she is.” Jackie's tone almost sounded as though she hoped now that Roger would not get his big opportunity. “Henri always knows how important the people are who come to the Colony,” Evelyn replied. “That's the reason I reserve this table, my dear.” She turned around deliberately in order to look again at Roger's companion. Then she

leaned toward her aaughter, lower- |

ing her voice: “Well, I only have one thing to say, darling. If Roger was my young man, and I was engaged to him, I wolud not allow him to make any such flight. Not if such an attractive young woman was going to back him! Mark my word, Jacqueline, unless vou put a stop to it now, you may regret it all the rest of your life!”

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