Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 September 1941 — Page 27

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THE STORY: Aviator Sandy Ammerman tries to explain ‘by long dis--tance to associate magazine editor Judy Allen that there is no truth to mnewspaper stories linking him romantically with heiress Peg Gordon. Judy, wounded, pretends she does not care, even though

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Sandy’s flancee when she sought information after he had disappeared. She keeps an engagement with Philip Rogers, ~ handsome, devoted young attorney, who “obviously has a question to ask her.

CHAPTER TEN PHILIP AND JUDY were seated at a candle-lighted table for two in the egg-shaped dining room of a hotel across from Central ark. The dining room was on the highest floor, ‘The table to which the head waiter directed them was near the ,8lassed enclosure at the front of the ‘room. Outside the rain still ‘flung | silver magic and the lights of the park swung in the mist like distant yellow balloons. | Judy looked steadily at Philip as he said: “Darling, I've been trying to explain for five minutes that I. want to marry you. I love you, if that helps any.” If that helps any . .. Of course it did. Especially when gomeone whose tall, lean strength was a Gibraltar in the midst of storm said the three wordsy which every girl wanted to hear. Brt how could she forget eyes that snapped mountains and bright hair that defied hats and helmets?

How could she slide one man’s pic-|

ture out of the frame in her heart te let another's in? She liked Philip and had known him for so long. She had been expecting this question and knew that life would be safer, more serene, and lead to happier landings in the end. Judy knew her answer. # " 2 : BUT FIRST SHE had 8 question . to ask. “Sara?” “Sara ‘is no importance to us, Judy,” he answered. “My plans with her didn’t amount to a row of beans. It was you I wanted to See when I came up town at noon.” “About what?” -She sipped some cold tomato juice, for the tes hour had slipped into the dinner hour while they lingered. “The book has gone to press, carrying her by-line over your stery. " You can object or pass up the incident. Your editor doesn’t know about it. Your own correected proof sheets came in teo late for her reading. But that other question, Judy dear? The one about marrying me?” A stream of old songs had heen floating softly from a string orchestra in the corner. Just now someone was crooning unfamiliar words:

“Breeze, that blew my gal away, “I've had the blues all day; “Since early morn.”

The words had been wistful and nostalgic when Judy was around 10 years old, wearing her curls tied up with a bright blue ribben. Yet something in the revival of the ul song was perennially new and

2 ” 2 SHE LOOKED into Philip's eyes, her own grave and a little wet. Phil was . . . splendid. Yes, splendid. Dark, tall, young, correctly handsome in a virile way, wealthy, popular, yet not quite as wideshouldered, never as slouching, or as swift, as another man who so short a time ago had said, ‘I love you. - A, you could put all the good ad ctives. in the world in a hat, hake them up, and anything you pulled out would suit Philip. Furthermore, he was dependable. He was steadfast, devoted, reliable. He would always provide beefsteak for his table and leggings, for his children. And Sandy was gone. Sandy who used his plane as a jitney, first for heart, then another. Sandy, who was bringing Peg through. Her smooth cheeks a their eolor as she remembered she Had proTattod a love Sandy no longer need-

enilip's eyes had not strayed Ae he had asked his question, voice was as gentle as before Oe he repeated his question. ‘With a quick determination, Judy ‘swung the door shut on the com‘partment In her heart marked Sandy. Silently she flung a mental key out of a great glass window

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“Quick, Josie, renew my accident insurance!”

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ANSWER—Nightingale, while gest thought she made her decision. Her face was white now, but her eyes deepened their : Surple shadows as she smiled at Philip. “I'd love marrying you, Philip,”

she answered quietly.

8 EJ » A SHE SAW new radiancy in his eyes and felt a.swifter beat in her own pulse. Oh, surely you couldn't be in Plan. with two: people at once. You might love two men at once. But to be in love with beth of théem—ah, that was different. Maybe a man could carry a double devotion. A woman couldn’t. She laughed softly when Philip, who was asking the waiter to bring the check, loaked at her inquiringly. 8he gave him a foolish answer, She was thinking that she should have known long age that Sandy was

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moments of gaiety as he flew agains the wind. Philip was the husband every woman wanted. Suddenly she wanted his arms around her, his lips against hers. Somehow, with-

she loved him, that the past and Sandy would not cross the Rockies so far as she was concerned. Philip matched her mood. He had his long, swift roadster parked downtown. They took a taxicab to its address, climbed into the car and followed the Hudson river along the Speedway to the George Washington bridge that swun swung in silver mist against the rainy night. They crossed the bridge and rode far up the Palisades. - When Philip swung the car around to start home, Judy sighed happily and sleepily. The mood stayed with her until she had undressed, bathed, given her russet

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PEOPLE FORGOT things, all things, she murmured, slipping hetween soft white sheets. In time, no memory mattered. Sometimes you forgot where the hurt had been, why it had been. Now she need not face the embarrassment that would come when people learned that she followed Sandy, only to discover he and another girl were winging their way to the western coast. She felt relaxed and protected when she fell asleep.

low ringing of her telephone wakened her, She stirred, hearing it from a great distance at first. As sleep left her the sound increased in volume. Slipping inte rese mules and flowing rose negligee, she started toward the telephone. With her hand on it, she paused. It would be Sandy and she had closed the gates of her heart to him. She must not answer, must not let him win her again. And yet . . . The bell rang with a last desperate appeal.

(To Be Continued)

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