Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 August 1939 — Page 15

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By BETTY WALLACE

CAST OF CHARACTERS LINDA STORM-—Fell in love with her best friend’s fiance. MARCIA KING — Navy girl, loved a ‘fiyer. COOPER — Naval flying ine struector at Pensacola. . GEORGE CAMERON — Linda’s fiance.

Yesterday—Linda -arrives home to find her father still alive. ‘She does not tell him she is going to marry George. Marcia writes that her wedding has been postponed, Jimmy has been ordered to sea.

CHAPTER TEN

HERE was more to Marcia’s let- |

ter, but Linda’s eyes stopped reading at the line which said, « “Jimmy was ordered to sea Wednesday.” For she knew, as surely as if Jimmy himself were standing there, telling her, that this unexpected transfer was something he had # somehow engineered himself. Now that the wedding was to be postponed—now that it wasn’t over between herself and him—happiness « and hope flooded her for an instant. But Daddy! They could do nothing, she: and Jimmy, until Daddy was well. And even then—Jimmy’'s work stood between them, a concrete wall. % If he'd resign from the Navy. If ~he’d fit himself. for some other career. . . . She couldn’t ask that. When she entered her father’s + Yoom for the usual morning newspaper reading, she told him casually, “Daddy, Marcia’s wedding has been postponed after all. Her f-fiance was ordered to sea.” : « “What does that mean—another mysterious naval order to parade the fleet in front of some foreign - country’s nose?” ° “Oh, no, Daddy. This—" But how could she say this was something special, without significance at all, except to Linda Storm? She picked up the papers. “Bad * mews again, I'm afraid. Hitler—” Oh, stop!” He rubbed his forehead. “Hitler! I get so tired of hearing that name. A stupid, toro tured egomaniac, driving a world to ruin! I get so tired of whole nations composed of dolts and fools. Brutality dressed up in propaganda is still brutality. Why are they so ® blind?” “Now, Daddy,” she warned. “You don’t want your blood pressure going up, do you?” “It may as well go up and kill me,” he bit off savagely. “If 1 live, I'll be’bombed some day. Not much sense in postponing the agony. Linda, my dear, there’s only one thing ® I have to be profoundly grateful for —and that is, if war comes, your husband will have sense enough to stick to his own war—the only gloé rious war there is.” Her heart turned. over. Her husband. He meant George. She said hastily, “I'll run down and get you Baker's Tiberius Ceasar. That al-

* ways takes your mind off our times.” | [

“It happens to be our times exactly! Dictators. Don’t bother about the book.” His wise old eyes probed o into hers. “I may be sick, but I'm not blind yet. Something's the matter with you.” Bravely, without shrinking from

those loving eyes, she lied to her|

* father for the first time in her life. “I've been worrying about you, Daddy. I couldnt bear it if—if—" “My, my, my!” came Miss ¢ Rourke's cheerful, strident tones. “Youre the popular one, Linda Storm! First you get an airmail letter and now look—a telegram.” “Telegram?” Daddy was asking swiftly. Linda bit her lip. “It’s from Marcia. She sends wires at the slightest excuse.” ¢ Deliberately, she ripped the envelope open. She read one word —the signature. JIMMY. She crumpled the thing up in the palm of ¢ her hand. “Yes, that’s all. She’s remembered something she left out of her letter.” » » 2 CAFE behind her own locked door, Linda smoothed out Jimmy’s wire again. It had been sent from Washingten, D. C. It g8id, FLYING to QUEENSVILLE * TOMORROW. MUST SEE YOU.

WILL BE LEAVING TUESDAY} |

TO REPORT FOR DUTY ABOARD _ RANGER. LOVE. oe The thought of him here in Queensville tomorrow, an the day when he was to have become Marcia’s husband, set Linda’s blood to tingling. Marcia was sp fine and straightforward and trusting. Surely, no girl had ever betrayed a friend as basely as she was betraying Marcia! She must wire Jimmy night away. “DON'T COME.” But she didn’t know exactly where in Washington he was. Her hands fell uselessly to her side. “Miss Storm,” that was Rourke again. “Yes?” ; “I heard the doorbell.” | Linda ran downstairs.” She remembered belatedly, that George was to have come this morning, since it was Saturday and his laboratory assistant, Miss Trigg, was away for the week-end. ) It was hard to smile at George/| as she opened the door. Hard to gay, “Hello. Glad to see you.” “I'm glad to see you! We haven't had much time together, have we?” His grave smile lighted up his eyes. “How's your daddy?” “Better, I think. worse.” “He's well enough for you to go , with me on one of our picnics tomorrow, Linda, isn’t he?” & He had told her how much’ it __meant to him to be able to talk with her about his work. “Your interest is “like a torch, beckoning me on, Linda. Without you—" ' Last summer she had been sure that without her, hg would not be capable of doing his work. This summer, she knew better. George . needed no one. His work was lonely

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and glorious, but it sprang from an}

inner compulsion. And never once in all those longgone picnics had he stopped his talk of germs to tell her she was lovely, or to kiss her lips. She hadn’t noticed, then. Now she knew that what she had felt for him was ad- ;; miration, not love. «Iinda?” His voice pulled her pack to the present moment. “I've been looking forward to another picnic. I—I've got some treatises I ' ® thought I'd take with me and—" «I can’t go, George.” Tomorrow Jimmy was coming. She braced herself for what must come, but her voice was firm. “I cant possibly go tomorrow, George. I'll—I'll be busy.”

(To Be Continued)

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