Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 December 1938 — Page 14

SERIAL STORY—

SKI'S THE LIMIT

By ADELAIDE HUMPHRIES! |

“LOVER'S AWEIGH” ends today on Page 11,

CAST OF CHARACTERS SALLY BLAIR — Heroine. She had everything that popularity could win her, except DAN REYNOLDS — Hero. He might "have had Sally but while he was king

on skis COREY PORTER was king of the social whirl. So . . . But go on with the

story. CHAPTER ONE

HERE was really no doubt as to who would be chosen Queen of the Ice Carnival. All bets were on Sally Blair. Sally was the prettiest, the most popular girl to be invited to the winter festival. Sally, herself, would have been more surprised if she had not been chosen than she was when the committee informed her she had been. “As if anyone else could be queen!” Corey Porter said with smug gratification. For Sally was . Corey's girl. For the next few days, anyway. It was no small feather in Sally’s pretty cap to have been invited by Corey, either. Corey was president of his senior class, best fraternity on the campus, keyman. He was the only son of Peterson Porter, the steel magnate, no mean accomplishment in itself. : They made a handsome couple, Sally and Corey, swinging along, hand in hand, toward the practice hill where contestants would be getting in trim for the big meet the next day. Sally was as small and dark and sparkling as Corey was big and smooth and fair. “Remember,” Corey "said, “you're my girl this week-end, Sally. Anyore who tried to break that up had just better watch his neck!” His look was so fierce, so possessive that Sally laughed. : “I guess no one will dare try,” she said. “That is if he values his neck.” But she knew that Corey would find plenty of competition. Wherever she went Sally always held court. :

» » 2 OUNDING the bend, they came upon a dazzlingly beautiful sight, wind-rippled snow, sparkling with myriad tiny diamonds, dark sentinels of pines marching up the mountain sides, a blue, blue sky spread like a canopy overhead, and crowds and crowds of brightly costumed people. : “Isn’t it lovely?” Sally exclaimed, and then, “Oh, Corey—look at that!” She caught his arm, standing ~ breathless, watching a dark figure poised high above their heads, a figure that vorlaged now with one swift, graceful forward movement, poised for the gelande-sprung, or jump, rose like a bird silhouetted against the sky, then skimmed down the trail of the slick steep slope, a cloud of snow like silvery smoke billowing behind, to come to a smooth, perfect stop with an elaborately executed “Christie.” “That was worth looking at,” Corey admitted. “Perfect co-ordi-nation and judgment, marvelous tempo and control.” “Who is he?” Sally demanded, still wide-eyed and breathless. Never had she seen anything to equal that performance in sheer grace and beauty. “Don’t you know? That’s Reynolds. He’s out for the Olympics. He'll make it, too, if he keeps up

that form. Hell probably walk!

away with most of the honors tomorrow. At least, as one of his fraternity brothers, I can say he’d just better, since we’re backing him to stack up points for dear old Dartmouth.” “I'd like to meet him,” Sally said. It suddenly seemed imperative that she should meet this young man. He was the center now of a noisy, enthusiastic crowd as Sally and Corey drew near. 2 2 2 OREY glanced at her, sidewise; his blue eyes narrowed. “That wouldn’t do you any good,” he informed her, crisply. “Reynolds hasn’t any time for women. Not even one as de-lovely and desirable as you, my sweet. Especially one of your kind, I might add.” “Are you afraid you couldn’t wring his neck?” Sally laughed at him. “What do you mean by ‘one of my kind’? I can’t say I exactly relish that!” There was not time for Corey to answer this, even with one of his

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the young people, gathered about Dan Reynolds, recognized Sally and Corey and called out to them. “Hi, there!” “Alley-oop! It’s about time you joined us!” “Here comes the queen, everybody! Make way! Let’s have a royal welcome!” ’ : - Three long, loud cheers rang out from lusty young throats as Sally responded with a mocking bow, flashing her smiles to the right and left. However, her dark eyes did not leave the figure of the tall, bareheaded boy, remaining silent and apart. He, alone, had not raised his voice in welcome. “Isn’t someone going to introduce us?” Sally inquired. Her smile was just for him now. The queen ~ singling out a humble subject, bestowing a special favor. She would show Corey that he was mistaken. Sally had yet to meet the young man who would not have any time for her,

” ® ” GQ OMEONE hastened to go through the formality of introductions. Sally extended her hand. Another gracious gesture. But one that this boy Reynolds accepted coldly. Then he inclined his head briefly, mumbled some small amenity, swung on his skis, glided away. “What did I tell you?” Corey said at Sally's side. His hand‘some face wore a wide grim. “Why, he’s the rudest person I ever saw!” Sally's face was flushed, her dark eyes dangerously bright. Then she shrugged her dainty shoulders beneath the bulky warmth of her plaid parka, the hooded, wind“proof jacket of her smart skiing outfit, turned toward the others. “Imagine anyone who's so courageous on top of a mountain, running away at the foot of one! What a great big he-man our would-be Olympic champion is, after all! Did he think I would bite?” : "This got a laugh, as she had hoped it would. Someone explained

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bravery and skill. “Though I'll bet Sally could tame him,” Pudge Wylie, another of Corey’s fraternity brothers, claimed. “I'll take you up on that,” Sally said coolly, with a little proud toss of her head. Her heart beat hard with anger and determination. “It’s a double dare, Pudge. For Corey's in on it, too, I'm sure.” She turned

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to him, her dark eyes dancing now. “Check, Corey, my lad?” :

“Well then,” Sally said, “if we're going. to get started for the twohour climb up that hill, suppose you

and we'll get going.” But Sally was not thinking of skiing. Her pretty head already was outlining a campaign that promised more thrill and excitement than conquering a mountain.

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