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Woman's home companion
Vol. LXIV, No. 6 (1937)

[Continued articles and works],   pp. 31-[36] PDF (3.5 MB)


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being extra nice to put him at his
ease.
'Wouldn't you like to drive for
a while? I always love to relax
after a good lunch-and ooh,
didn't you give me a good lunch!"
David slid into the driver's seat
and, following her directions, he
presently came to one of those
roads which are unfair to any
young man in the spring of the
year when he has by his side a girl
with violet eyes and a smiling
mouth. The trees were in bud and
the grass was green by the side of
the concrete, and now and then
they caught sight of the sea and
ships slipping over the horizon.
tL\ WHEN they reached the bay,
rYthey stopped for a while and
watched the gulls fishing.
'Isn't it beautiful!'' she
breathed, her elbow on the win-
dow sill, her fingers cradling her
chin.
"She knows how good her pro-
file is," thought David. But
there he stopped, because she had
turned and was smiling at him.
"Yes, beautiful,'" she murmured
looking out at the sea again.
''And to think-that if you had
been like lots of men-I'd be in a
hospital now-instead of here-"
He gently touched her arm-
and as gently she leaned back
against hlis shoulder. She looked
tIp at him-still smiling, and
David kissed her.
"There!" she said presently, sit-
ting up straight-and although
she spoke as gently as before, there
was an unmistakable note of
finality in her manner. ''I owed
you that.'' Behind them another
car With another couple had just
arrived to watch the gulls fishing.
"Let's go back now,- said Svlxia.
And glancing at the clock on the
dashboard, ''Half-past two!
Gracious heavens! I've an appoint-
ment at three!'
David was already beginning
to turn; and when they reached
the garage near where their first
acciclent had taken place, the\'
found the coupe was ready.
'Good-bx," said David, "and
thank x'ou so much-for every-
thing-' Now, that was as much
as he meant to sax'; but he heard
his own voice adding somewhat
tremulouslV: "I shall see you
again of course-'
She gave him a quick smile that
could oillV be described as enig-
matic. There was a final glimpse
of the friendly warmth in her eyes
- and she was gone.
WHAT a fool I am!'' David
r>/shouted to himself all at once
a few minutes later. ''She took
it for granted, of course, that I
recognized her name and would
know where to find or to write to
her. Oh well, I'll soon find out -"
But although Ipon his return
to the city he looked up all the
theatrical advertisements, he
couldn't find  any mention of
Sylvia Merry.
"I know what I'll do!'' he ex-
claimed.  'I'll call up Skinner.''
Mr. Skinner, you may remem-
ber, was the youthful manager of
the airport which Sylvia had
visited that morning. It wasn't
long before he was answering
David's questions over the tele-
phone.
"No, Mr. Dolbeare," he said.
"I don't know Miss Merry's ad-
dress. I should have asked, I sup-
pose, but I was sure that someone
in our publicity department would
know it. She's very well known,
you know. . . . What?
Wihy, she takes her first lesson at
three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
. . . Yes, indeed, Mr. Dolbeare,
ve'll be glad to give you a lesson
at the same time. . . . Yes; drop
in and see me when you're over
tomorrow. . . . Yes. Good-by.''
L THE next morning the first
thing that David did was tode-
posit his check for six hundred and
twelve dollars and sixty cents-the
net return of Uncle Frank's estate.
And his bank account needed the
stimulation of this deposit, being
down to just a few cents over
tventv dollars that morning. Then
he cashed a check for twenty dol-
lars. He couild hardly have told
vou what else he did that morn-
ing, except that he bought a tie
which cost him five dollars, but
at two o'clock he took the subway
to the Bennett airport. And so at
a quarter to three he was stand-
ing near the instruction shed
talking to Beaucoup Case' when
Sylvia came hurrving down from
the parking section with an irasci-
ble-looking old gentleman wear-
ing a shepherd's plaid suit,a li ght
caiel's-hair overcoat and a derby
wi th a Ilattened crown.
'Oh !'' she cried and it seemed
to David that her voice broke a
little, even on that one word. 'I
certainly never expected-" But
vhatever she never expected, she
cut her confession short by turning
quickly to Old Irascible. 'Oh,
Dad!' she exclaimed. ''I want
Vou to meet Mr. Dolbeare-he's
the one who had the accident yes-
terdav-just to save me from get-
ting what I deserved-'
'I don't know whether to thank
you or not, sir!'' exclaimed the old
gentleman vigorously shaking the
young one's hand. ''I sometimes
think that the sooner this Voting
lady gets what she deserves, the
better it will be for every'one."
'Isn't he a fine old trouper,
though?'' thought David. "Even
to those little vhite whiskers in
front of his ears-he's perfect."
And aloud: 'Y' ou are interested in
fliin g, Mr. Merry?"
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