Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 September 1941 — Page 16

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BRIDE FROM THE SKY

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THE STORY—Twe suitors has associate magazine editor Judy Allen. One, Sandy Ammerman, aviator, she believed she loved when his plane is downed en a trip te the West Coast, only to change her mind whem newspaper stories link him romantically \, with debutante Peg Gordon. The other . is Philip Rogers, attorney. Judy changes \ her mind in Chicago about flying to join Sandy, returns to her office in New York to find her secretary, Sara Fuller, acting suspiciously.

THE OFFICE TAKES SIDES CHAPTER SEVEN JUDY PAUSED at the low, white entrance to her office, suddenly In full control of her senses, every inch the editor of her department. Only the brown blaze of her eyes revealed her inner turmoil. Unconsciously Sara Fuller hung up. Her green eyes darkened and she stood, towering above the girl whose assistant she was. «Wasn’t it rather an abrupt end--ing to your conversation?” Judy asked, removing her hat and cape. “I'm sorry I interrupted. I'm. back, if I'm wanted again.” . “Sorry,” Sara Fuller answered, drawing herself so tall that Judy

felt her inches were not adequate]

She felt young, inexperienced. like

a fiddler without a song to play.|

Sara would know when she loved a man. She would bind a cord to hold him. “The call was not for you. It was for me.” Sara's suave voice answered. She might have said, “Please open the mail,” or, “Get me the latest proofs.” She might even have made a suggestion about dusting the desks or watering the flowers. She ruled the office at that moment, and she refused to acknowledge any interference. Judy turned quickly, eyes flashing, ‘ yoliee smoldering under its coldness. She picked up the empty leather . frame that one time had held Sandy’s picture. “Where is Sandy?” she asked, voice tense. “I didn’t give you permission to destroy his picture. I'd like it back, please. At once!” “I took it upon myself to keep

gtill when I was asked for a picture |

of you and Sandy. I neither denied

or gave the right to anyone to take A .

that” Sara's voice was clear and clipped. “No, you merely turned your head respectfully and didn’t care. You scld it—not for 30 pieces of silver, but to hurt me. You've wanted to do that for a long time! But why, Sara? Why?” » # »

SARA SHRUGGED her narrow shoulders, smoothed her black hair with one hand, and twisted her lips into a semblance of a smile. “All of this—this discomfort— has’ hit you rather badly. Please believe I wasn’t responsible for if. I hardly staged that scene at Peg Gordan’s camp. And I certainly didn’t go round gathering up the snaps in the latest papers. Peg and Sandy must have known each other somewhere. . . . sometime.” “It was nice of Miss Gordan to break her ankle just so she could bring her flying Lochinvar down,” Judy answered, dropping down at her desk. “She needn't have exerted herself. I wasn't engaged to him. He's as free as the air.”

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the floor on honey-colored brogues, whose tone was repeated in the green and blue of the lightweight plaid suit she wore. “Certainly. Why does it seem odd to you?” Judy held her voice to its low contrdlto. Her hands played with new proofs. She wished Sara would move away. There was something she must know and know quickly. In the third drawer on the right-hand side of her desk she had left half a dozen kodak snaps of Sandy, taken the summer before when his silver plane first ‘flew her way. She must reach for them, must see that they were in place. But that wasn’t all. ‘She must see Sandy and Sara grouped together in some gay world where she never had been. “I'll look over the proofs,” Sara was saying. “You have other, more important things to do.” She picked up the copy as she spoke, and stepped into the cubbyhole that was Amazed at the dark girl's ty Judy smiled and

re there. She opened her bag and hid the pi under a zipper. - : Now she must find the late papers. They were in a wastepaper basket in the outer office. Nonchalantly

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD

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SPIDERS

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the discarded sheets, and spoke to the secretaries and receptionist, “I've heard I'm climbing up to glory on Sandford Ammerman’s kite,” she said. “Oh, here’s the story. Not a bad picture of Peg, is it?” “She’s sold on herself,” someone interrupted. “But I suppose she has enough buckets of glamor to do a complete job. The gal doesn’t appeal

e. “I thought you'd say yes to Sandy pretty soon,” another . “He had some-

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I think you made a mistake, J Her smile was swift and understanding as she passed Judy. So already the office had taken sides. Some believed the rescue act was authentic, or were determined to pretent that they did. And others were hoping that Sandy had flown away. The gossip columns would say things. Everyone would know. That is, unless Sandy found a newspaper in his mountain fastness and squared things with the public. He would have to deny the Peg romance and toss his heart down from the sky to a girl with rusty hair and eyes that were purpled with mist as she waited. 8 8 8

SHE FOUND a new set of proofs,

carried them into her office and

closed the door. If she worked she would not remember, Work stayed with you. It never let you down. Work spread its paths across long loneliness and silence until you forgot somone whose eyes were tender or laughter-filled, teasing or gay, but never stern. Until you ceased to

wonder why everyone in the world 1 had known about another

window pane. Lilacs from a potted plant grew sweeter and Judy turned to read the card it carried. “Phil.” Ah, Phil was being sweet today. And asking nothing, nothing except that she meet him that afternoon. If she didn’t hurry she would be late. She read the stories, blue-penciled them, made two inserts, saw that the cutlines fitted the layouts. She pulled the final sheets toward her. The rain came harder. The lilac

te | fragrance grew heavier, sweeter.

She glanced down at the last story. She drew her breath in slowly. This was just part of a bad dream, too. Something around which a story-teller arranged his tale. But even as she read the story, she lifted the telephone from its ivory cradle and repeated Philip Rogers’ number caught in a husky fearfulness. (To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious)

CAPITAL MATERNITY WARDS ARE CROWDED

WASHINGTON, Sept. 22 (U, P.). —District of Columbia health officer Dr. George C. Ruhland today urged Washington women to bear their babies at home, whenever pos-

sible, to relieve maternity ward congestion in hospitals. Dr. Ruhland said that all hospitals are booked for more mater-

nity cases than they can accommo-.

date. The shortage in hospital facilities is the result of the abrupt ificrease in the city's population

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