Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 August 1939 — Page 17

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WAR ANDI} A WOMAN

By BETTY WALLACE

~ ~~ CAST OF CHARACTERS 2 : 3 S 3 e * LINDA STORM—Fell in love with her ¢ ; QE y ogi a best friend’s fiance. M p> 5 2 eA _ MARCIA KING — Navy irl, loved a “fiver. JIMMY COOPER — Naval flying instructor at Pensacola. GEORGE CAMERON — Linda's ' fiance.

" Yesterday—Jimmy wires that he is Mying to see Linda before reporting for «sea duty. Linda realizes that it is ad‘miration, not love, she feels for George. “She refuses to go on a picnic with him, tells him she will be busy.

CHAPTER ELEVEN USY?” George cried, stunned. “What could possibly—" < Linda interrupted him swiftly by calling out, “Oh, Miss Rourke!” Her square figyre had appeared for a moment in the doorway, and like a coward, Linda grabbed at the respite Ber presence would offer. “How is Daddy doing?” . ; % “He's real comfy. I'm not butting in, am I?” George's stern face reddened. ! ; “No doubt we can discuss this matter some other time,” he said stiffly, rising. = “Don’t go on account of me,” Rourke told him in an offended| tone. \ * “Miss Rourke!” | Linda clutched . at her. “Really, we—I— Do stay.” ‘ Y“Prof. Cameron is a sort off joctor,” she babbled, trying to put] diss Rourke at ease. “He's a scitist. His research with microbes 4 : / : 4 a and your work with them in the : : J) K GAL LN 5 aig "AS sickroom are rather close if you stop : J. £ : ; and ‘think about it.” . George broke in impatiently, “I've sh to get back to the lab. Some eultures in the refrigerator.” Linda walked with him to the door. He was too proud to question her again about what was keeping her busy tomorrow. “Ill see you Monday, ” he said. .She went wearily back to the living room. Why had she put off the inevitable moment? Miss Rourke’s searched her face. -#1 can’t letvDaddy know,” Linda choked. “He musn’t have any shocks and if—if he guessed that I—that I don’t love George—it ‘would kill Bhim.” OURKE pursed her lips in a [\. soundless whistle. “So that’s it! And there’s another man, I'll be bound!” “Yes,” Linda admitted miserably. “He's coming tomorrow. Oh, what shall I do? What shall I do?” Rourke smoothed her starched white skirt. “Honey, when I was your age I was in love with a doctor. He was poor and I was poor and we couldn't get married.” Her face took on a shining, remembering look. “Five years we waited. Then]

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“Yes. HS course.” The tinkle of Daddy's bedside bell AX & sounded. Rourke jumped to her Xe A 7 feet, instantly professional. : Linda thought, dully, that Rourke didn’t know the most important. part. She didn’t know that Jimmy was one of those aviators in the handsome uniforms. She didn’t know that he was Marcia’s betrothed.

WHAT WERE YOU NG, VAN, OLD BOY? i 8 8 8 : i INDA stood on the flat, windy .. field and watched a silver airliner swoop gracefully down for a landing. This was the one from Washington. The only one Jimmy could have taken. She had sneaked out this morning, right after reading Daddy the ‘highlights of the Sunday paper. Rourke was on hand, understanding and sympathetic, to divert his mind if Linda stayed away too long. _ Jimmy mustn’t come to the house. That had been her first thought. But now, as the porter rolled up the stairs for the passengers to alight, she found herself trembling. Her] heart was singing. In another in-| | stant she’d see him again! She hadn’t expected to be happy. But - she was. “Linda!” a Jimmy!” She was folded close in his arms. How tall he was. Taller even than she had remembered. She looked shyly up at him. The curve of his lips, the way his nose was straight and his cheek lean. . . . She wanted to; HM touch his face with ‘her hands. The| hot. blood surged upward, and she broke away irom him, confused. In their greeting, she had forgzotten| what she must say _fo him. Now. it would be doubly hérd. “We-~we can’t: go home,” she ex- % plained. “Daddy doesn’t know. His condition is so precarious that any| little shock may h-hurt him.” “Here's a cab. We can drive around. I haven't very long, Linda.” They got into the taxi. Jimmy told the driver, “Just ride. 1 Then he said, “The Ranger's on the West Coast. I'm to join her day after tomorrow. Tn somg in a naval ship that’s ng flown ] | Li across the continent. I had a heck " ORY = = : ; , A of a time getting the transfer, but : . "A . § R 1 , ne, » wo al I : AY ; / IA 4) p ;

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“Why didn’t you tell Marcia straight out, “Instead of having ‘yourself ordered away before the wedding?” she . asked desperately. “It's the same thing. I—I just - couldn’t tell him.” at Brow? he said, ve a “Linda, we haven't much time. es a lot of courage. ut w ~3Am’ Lo , Marcia—she’s a girl. I'd be jilting I don’t know when I'll be able to her. I thought if'I let it fall off— we back here, once I report for, if I.didn’t write, and she—" duty on the Ranger. Promise me _ “That’s still cowardly,” Promise me, told him honestly. “Marcia’s more wrapped up in

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