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SERIAL STORY—

Trial Flight

By Adelaide Humphries

CAST OF CHARACTERS JACKIE DUNN—Heroine; she wanted 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: Tripped up at her own game, Jackie decides to play it out with Roger to the end, but she finds it is as dangerous as any filght to the stratosphere might ever be!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

OGER did not get to take off for the West Coast quite as He was obliged to “hang-around,” as he expressed it, until the weather was more favorable. “I don’t want anything to hap-

“pen on the way out—before I get

to make my flight,” he told Jackie, his blue eyes earnest. “I've got to make good on this now. If anything happened and I felt I'd let Beryl down, after having her pick me for the job, I'd never be able to look her in the eye again. She's a wonderful person, Jackie—you'vé no idea.” It seemed to Jackie that she had been hearing how wonderful Beryl was often enough lately to arrive at some conception.

“If aviation ever achieves its

ultimate goal, it will be because | said. |

of people like her,” Roger “People who are willing to give not only thousands of dollars, but their time and almost their very heart itself. People with foresight and vision. ...” “You forget even such wonderful people have to have pilots to fly their ships,” Jackie broke in. “You're the one who's taking the chance, Roger. Sometimes I think people like Mrs. Melrose—and I know you think she's perfection personified—simply like to share in the reflected glory of someone else. I suppose if you break all records

on this trial flight, shell think she | ]

did it—and want all the medals.” o » 2

OGER stopped chewing the end | of his toothpick; he glanced | across at Jackie; they were having | hamburgers and coffee at the Air-| port Inn, waiting for Beryl Melrose | to join them. | “Why don't you like Beryl?” | Roger asked. “She things you're | swell, Jackie. She told me so—just | the other day.” His eyes crinkled at their corners. “Not still jealous, are you? Now that we're really engaged.” Since the night of the announcement party—and that kiss behind | the banked flowers—Roger believed | Jackie intended to marry him on! his return. “Certainly I'm not jealous!” Jackie flared. Just the same she did not like the other girl any better than she had from the first. “Except that I think I'm the one who should be going with vou to | the coast. But of course I'm only | your fiancee, not a beautiful widow | with millions of dollars to buy my | way anywhere. It seems to me, Roger, she should be satisfied to stay here and wait, the same as I must do.” Jackie knew very well that if Roger would tell Mrs. Melrose he thought it better for her to remain | behind, instead of accompanying | him to the coast, that she would consent. “After all, it’s her ship,” Roger reminded. “It's only natural she should want to go along. HH it weren't for my arguments against it. Beryl would make the trial flight with me. She's that interested—and plucky.” “I suppose you told her was much too dangerous for her!” Jackie said, with some bitterness. She was really getting fed up with Roger singing a steady chant to Beryl Melrose’s courage. Jackie, if only she had had a million dollars— and her transcontinental license— would have had pluck enough to have accompanied Roger, too. “It's too risky for any woman.” Roger said. “But that wasn't my main argument. I want as light a load as possible to make the fastest possible speed. And—this may sound selfish—but somehow I want to feel I've done this all alone.”

® = = ACKIE could understand that: it was the way she would want too. - “See here,” Roger changed the subject abruptly; he leaned toward her, his blue eyes earnest again. “There's something I wan to give you, Jackie, before I go—that is, if youll wear it.” He loozed as though he did not know quite how to say what he wanted to say. She said, “What «do vou want

it.

“me to wear?” carelessly, not pre-

pared for what would come next. “You mean you will?” “Why not?” He looked at her another moment searchingly, direct. Then he unfastened the small aviation pin, symbol of his achievements, that he always wore clasped to his lapel. “I want you to wear it,” he said, offering it to Jackie, “Until I come back . . . and if anything should happen. . . . Well, I haven't anything else much to leave you, my love?” For once Jackie did not ask him not to call her that. He had said it in such a different way, not on that light note of mockery. He had said it as though he had meant it. But that had not been what made Jackie draw back. “No, no,” she said. “I can't take it, Roger.” “Why not?” “You told me you'd never fly without it—that it brings you luck.” “It will bring me more, if you wear it for me this time.” “I'd rather not.” “Please do!” His tone was urgent, as though more than she knew depended upon it. “I can't give you a ring, or anything else, Jackie. I want you I'm asking you to.” 8 = Jackie reached out for it, but still reluctantly. “Here . . . let me pin it on you!” He was on his feet, bending over her, his fingers fumbling at the

to wear it.

: lapel of her coat—the lapel that

> was over her heart.

His face, al-

: most as flushed as her own, was

+ close now, . hers a breathless _ pledge our troth

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his eyes looking into moment. “To « « »" he said, “Oh, here you are!” Another voice—Beryl Melrose's—broke in on the moment as

> though it had been made of thin

> crystal, delicately

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wrought. Then she must have been avare that she had shattered something. A flash of pain swept her face, as though

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it had been something within herself. “I have been looking for you. I've got great news . , .” She sat down in the chair Roger had vacated. her manner poised as usual, But Jackie had seen her face when it had been unguarded. She had seen that flash of pain. Somehow she could not feel as resentful toward this other girl now. “We can take off in the morning.” Beryl said now. “The weather's cleared. Hhe bureau reports just

came in, clear from the coast. No more waiting, Roger. Isn't that grand?” “Swell!” Roger said briefly. But it was enough. His blue eyes, looking into Beryl's, were alight with the fire of all his dreams. He had forgotten Jackie's existence once more. This moment belonged just to Beryl.

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