Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 September 1941 — Page 21

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THEY GAVE ME

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ABOUT HER.

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BRIDE FROM THE SKY { By HELEN WELSHIMER

| THE STORY: ASsociate magazine editor Judy Allen is not sure she loves " fiyer Sandy Ammerman until his dis- " mppearance on a test flight from New ‘York to the west coast indicates he may _have crashed. Judy tries to carry on at "her office, finally asks atiorney Philip _ Rogers, another suitor, if he will go ‘somewhere with her. “And if I do?” Phil asks. . : ; \- NEWS ABOUT SANDY

! | CHAPTER THREE ' FOR A FRACTION of an instant, Judy hesitated at Philip Rogers’ calm and steady words. “And if I

do?” he had asked, knowing that “her quest, whatever it was, would concern Sandy. . “I want you to charter a plane and help me hunt for Sandy,” she whispered. “Wken we find him « «« when we find him, Phil, won't there be time enough to say what we will do? I have some money « « «» Ill give the office boy my -bank book and pay for anything I.can, Ill pay the rest of my debt later. I promise I will” Her eyes supplicated. - Phil came closer, took the slim hands in his, held them. His eyes were warm and sympathetic. His eyes re kinder than Judy had known [they could be. His lips did not laugh. : “Never mind the bank book,” hé said.’ “Skyways Incorporated is one of our clients. I'll get a plane and we'll leave as soon as possible. Better get a cab and run down home ‘to dress and be ready. Wait for me at [your apartment.” 7 “It seemed fo Judy that the cab ‘stopped for a red light or a traffic Jam at every intersection. Was life forever to be like that? Would one obstacle after another keep one from the Promised Land? Maybe no one ever knew how close it had been until its spires disappeared. She was turning the key in the wide door of the old red brick house where she lived before she remembered that she had not told her secretary where she was going. Nor had she notified her editor. | : _- It was- funny how the amenities of life went on when you didn’t know if life had hurt you or'merely frightened you. . ms wl 2 ” 2 TWO TELEPHONE calls straightenetl out the tangled web of the day. She had a.week’s vacation due her from the previous summer. °° The managing editor said, “Judy, honey, if someone close to you is missing of course you must go! Luck go’ with you, child, and it will

do Sara good to work a little hard- |

@r.> ipo a . Sara er, the secretary-assist-ant to Judy, tall, graceful, slim, with black hair and cool green eyes, waited patiently on the line until Judy gave a brief explanation of her work. “There is no need to explain anything, really, Miss Allen,” her rich, amused voice said. “I quite understand it all, perhaps some of it a little better than you do.” “For instance, just what?” Judy’s husky voice asked. Then she remembered. “Oh, the layout on summer shoes! You were sweet to pick out the ones we wanted. But, Sara, I have another job for you. My notes on the sketch about a stylist personality are in order, top, drawer, left hand, in my desk. Will " you make 8 copy, two carbons, and turn them over to Miss Barnard?” Later she was to remember the instant’s silence before the girls

voice came back, keyed to a happier

key, “Yes, I shall be glad to do that” |

{ The morning sunshine -gleamed h-the easement} windows, and .dozen bronze bowls of yellow daisies: danced in the shimmering Yight. Usually Judy paused appreciately when she looked at her

SHE LIKED THE tall windows

tangle of Jolow roses in their coverings, one that let yellow be the backrr Gr a vere bbs, S, many la a wide studio couch on which cushions - were piled in vagrant luxury,

~'In a far corner was a maple cupA she had picked up for a { ‘of silver pieces at an auction one day. Now colored glass goblets, deep ‘blue, dark red, and made rainbow on its

shelves.

supposed to represent—he’s just been transferred over here from the. camouflage division!”

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the room. Nothing but the great fireplace that covered one wall. There was & fresh log on it, and the brass andirons had been newly polished. Sandy had sent that log two weeks ago, because she had had nothing but canal coal when he knocked at her door one night. Applewood was sweeter, he had said. Its fragrance and its colors were lovelier. For a moment, dark stricken eyes saw the log aglow—saw a tall figure stan by, a bright head stooping to watch the fire take hold. Then she was in the dressing room, selecting a coat to wear over the dark dress. She removed her rose hat for a sophisticated one that was advertised lavishly in the magazine. She gathered warm gloves, fitted a small overnight case. One hour passed. That was all right. It would take Phil a while to round up an airplane and driver. Two hours. Three hours. What did people do when there was all the time in the world in which to wait? Tears were no good. : 2 8 » HER TELEPHONE rang softly, gently, and she flew to answer. Phil answered her eager greeting. ; “Judy darling, sit tight. I'm on the trail’ of some news. We may not need the BR hiie “Good news?” She fingéred the telephone cord nervously. “Tell me quick, Phil, I can’t wait.” .“Sandy’s ship’s been sighted.” “Where, Phil, where?” Oh, could anyone be mposed, so quiet a miracle was hap-

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He's with some campers, people who have a lodge.” She fainted then, and the telephone ‘gave back the busy signal until Phil severed the connection, slipped his arms into-a spring over-

some

low-slung car that waited for him. Sandy apparently had been located. He was glad. He did not want the tall young man with the far-seeing eyes and rumpled hair to die. He was made for living. Then, too, if Sandy went away forever as a hero, what chance would he, Philip Rogers, for all

with a russet-haired girl whose eyes knew all the color tones from leaf-brown to deepest purple? He was relieved that his rival

there was no longer need of another rescue ship. Relieved until he saw the glory fade from Judy’s eyes as he tried to explain. “You mean we aren't going?” she asked at last in low,' quiet

tones. (To Be Continued) : “an nl, eS ot araseens in this

TRAFFIC STICKERS AID

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