Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 September 1941 — Page 35

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BRIDE FROM "THE SKY

By HELEN WELSHIMER

THE STORY—Her interest in aviator Sandy Ammerman, Judy Allen decides, was just infatuation. Angered by news- " paper stories linking him romantically with heiress Peg Gordan, she determines to put him out of her mind, devote herself entirely to her job as an asso-: . ciate magazine editor and the problem of her secretary, Sara Fuller, who , is obviously jealous of her and who has . put her own name to one of Judy's stories in Judy’s absence. Finally Judy agrees to marry handsome, dependable Philip Rogers, attorney, who offers peace and security in contrast to Sandy’s impulsiveness. When Sandy calls from the West Coast, she decides not to answer the phone although the bell rings insistently. !

_.~ CHAPTER ELEVEN JUDY DID NOT answer the telephone call that came at 3 in the “ morning. She shivered slightly as “the sound died away, vanishing across hills and mountains and rivers. Tonight she had finished a chapter of her life. Sandy was out of it. She could write “the end.” Period. She took a warm . shower in the morning, followed by one that ‘was cold and brisk. A hurdy-gurdy was playing a song from a musical comedy she -had seen with Philip, and she sang along with the tune of the wandering musician. When ‘the minstrel picked up a tune which she had shared at another show with ‘Sandy, she tossed the man a quarter and hurried into the - nearest ¢offee shop. : There were violets in the cool, gray box' on her desk. Burying her face in their dewy fragrance she did not glance at tha card immediately. It would say “Philip.” Beside the box was a newspaper, neatly turned to an inner page where a short story announced that - Sandy and Peg were leaving Cali‘fornia for the Gordan lodge. Sandy’s monoplane was being repaired more rapidly than had been considered possible at first. Judy understood that. Peg's father talked in millions. Naturally he would reward a boy who had cracked up because he answered that man’s daughter's signal for help. A picture of Peg accompanied the story. Good work, Peg! Not many debutantes had the chance to be rescued by & birdman. Maybe your glamour was growing pale. You'll be tops again! At the same time Judy told herself that Sandy, as an aviator, even one who had' made speed dashes and won cups and money for altitude records, would not have merited such space in the press, had Peg not been a Gordan. It wasn’t fair to Sandy. Then she remembered a wall had sprung up between herself and Sandy. There it stood, a grim, gray fortress that he could never cross. He and Peg were on one side of it. She and Phil were on the other. 2 ” 2 SHE PICKED up the card that accompanied the flowers. “Don’t you ever answer your telephone? You're nutty, but I love you.” The card bore Sandy’s initials. Judy knew her barriers. were going. A lump filled her ‘throat so that she could neither speak nor swallow. So ySandy was still in pursuit. ye

ybe he strung hearts on a watch in as old chiefs used to collect scalps. Anyway, he had wired flowers and a message to her when all of the time she had been so close to his voice. She was through with tears. They gave you. nothing but a red nose. When Sara Fuller came in, Judy nodded curfly. She would have smiled forgivingly—any girl knew life had its ski jumps for women— but Sara did not give her a chance to do anything. “Sorry .I made such a botch of things on the last news proofs. ‘The book. had already gone to bed or. I ‘would have corrected it. Phil hauled me over the coals.” opened an immense black pocketbook, which Judy knew had cost more than a week’s salary. - -“Suppese’ we skip the misplaced by-line,” Judy suggested. “Accidents happen.” TE

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cameramen had been out in full Tone: Reporters had been plentiJudy closed her eyes and followed the progession . . . flashlights snapping, questions, dozens of them, being hurled at the two who had come. in—Peg, gay and glamorous and loving the fanfare; Sandy embarrassed and eager to slip away. She wondered why Sandy had not called. As yet she had made no announcement of her engagement to Philip. The’ call came half an hour later, ' : “Congratulations,” she said in her lightest, brightest voice. “Sorry I missed the welcome home.” “Judy, I couldn’t reach a phone last’ night. Some people were interested in my parachute and wanted a conference to inspect it.” “What did you do? Do a flop from a hotel balcony?” Not a tear tripped her husky voice. ““No, I talked. It’s no’'go. The amiable ‘gentlemen “wouldn't meet

y . “What did Peg think?” “She raised the dead. Her uncle was one of the committee so she

Jady opened an evening paper to a of Candy escorting a laughing | familiar monoplarie. The

came along.” a “On crutches?” July asked sweetly. “Yes, on crutches. Why?” His voice was puzzled. “No reason. I just wondered how she was. Will you excuse me, Sandy? I have a date with Phil and have to dash.” “That's right. Old Phil wouldn't

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He's a good guy. Say hello to him for me.” “He likes you, too,” Judy finished sweetly, and hung up. : A good guy! Say hello to him for me! And Sandy never mentioned tonight or tomorrow or next September! Peg had gone to the conference! Let him get caught in an

earthly net. No son-in-law of the}:

Gordons would fly for fun. Dumb nut. He should be warned—

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