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5915
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Party Frock
Pattern No. 5915—Your young
daughter will look adorable in
this dainty little party dress in
an all-over flowered material
trimmed with bright ric rac.
Make it for school in pretty cot
tons —it’s quickly and easily put
together.
Pattern No. 5915 is designed
for sizes 2,3, 4,5, 6 and 8 years.
Size 3 requires 1 3 4 yards of 35 or
39-inch material: 3% yards ric
rac for trimming.
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CHAPTER XI
“Sally, how nice of you to
come!” beamed Catherine Win
gate, advancing to the door.
“How nice of you to say I’m
nice,” shot back Sally suavely.
‘I was under the impression that
you didn’t like the Allistons.”
“Then what I said at the tea
shop that afternoon was wast
ed?” Catherine looked regretful.
“I really meant it, too. I dislike
people who take advtange qf oth
er people, and you've not taken
advantage of Philip, now have
you?”
“I never made a play for him.”
“I know.” Catherine deliberat
ed. “I suppose you are here about
your mother?”
“Naturally.”
“Your mother was wrong, Sal
ly. You know that. Her approach
has always been w’rong.”
“She is still my mother.”
“Grandfather Jethrup is going
to remain in the house. Philip
and I—” She broke off as the
man in question came ambling
in. The serene expression on his
face disappeared the instant he
saw Sally. She laughted: "Philip
Jethrup, don't you dare look at
me that way! We were reared to
gether, remember?”
“Sally, I . . .”
“I know, Philip. But, honestly,
did I ever make a play for you?”
He caught the implication al
most at once, and back came the
serene expression. Catherine put
her arm through his and laugh
ed.
“Grandfather Jethrup is used
to your mother, Sally. Doesn’t
that answer your question?”
“Maybe I ought to kiss the
bride.”
* * *
Dronda Moore nodded with
satisfaction as the great airliner
taxied to the far end of the run
way in preparation for the take
off. She did not know how Bill
Burke had managed to do it, but
there they all were—Helen and
Sally and Mike.
She turned to Jimmy and took
his arm with something akin to
delight.
“Excited, chum?”
“Ready to burst out into song,”
he admitted. “Golly, I have to
pinch myself to make sure I’m
not dreaming.”
Sally laughed as she passed
them en route to - her station.
“What an original remark, Mr.
Kennedy.”
“Stewardesses,” he said frigid
ly, “should keep their remarks
to themselves.”
Remarked Helen sweetly:
“Someone’s riding to an awful
fall.”
“Do you have to talk like that?”
demanded Dronda with a super
stitious shiver. “Do you want to
jinx us?”
“And what are you doing here,
anyway?” queried Jimmy. “Get
ting a transfer?”
“Could be. Won’t you miss me,
ducky wucky?”
“You are talking to my future
husband.” Dronda Moore inform
| ed her icily. “Kindly keep the pet
I names to yourself.”
“Come, come, ladies,” inter
vened Mr. Burke. "Is this the way
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to behave?”
“Does The Romantic Blitzkrieg
know how to behave?” Helen
clapped her hands. “How won
derful!”
“I like the clouds,” murmured
Dronda. "They’re so beautiful.
Jimmy, you mean you can give
all this up for me?”
Around her shoulders went his
arm; down dropped his voice
into the throaty whisper all
three girls knew, "Darling, I
would give the world up for you.”
And she had to stand there
and take it, take his triumph!
Stewardess Sally Alliston want
ed to cry with vexation, wanted
to hit him with all her, might.
And soon they’d be in Buffalo,
and soon Jimmy would be mar
ried to Dronda, and soon he
would be out of her reach. She
ground her teeth. Out of her
reach!
“Stewardess,” said Dronda sud
denly, “I get you heard those
words before, huh?”
“My memory is a faulty thing
at best, Miss Moore.”
“Huh!”
“Still, that’s just as well. For
example, if I had a good memory
I might remember a girl who
was rather nice to me on several
occasions. A girl I thought was
my friend.”
“Maybe that girl is a better
friend than you think.”
“Maybe I don’t agree with her.”
“Maybe you will.”
Jimmy laughed. “Maybe. May
be. Maybe you both would shut
up!”
Sally caught Dronda’s wink
before the star turned back to
the dashing Jimmy.
According to the schedule,
Dronda had to land at the Mu
nicipal Airport at six-thirty. That
gave her forty minutes to get to
the city, a half-hour for a quick
bite, and another half-hour to
prepare for the show. Mike, as
efficient as ever, brought the
plane in to a landing with ten
minutes to spare. The star smil
ed at one and all as Bill Burke
herded her and Jimmy into the
limousine, and Helen shook her
head as the car went zooming
away.
“Nice gal, don’t you think?”
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“I’ve been wondering,” Sally
said slowly. "A few minutes ago
I was disliking her. But now ..
“Now you’re ready to call it
quits?” Helen’s lips tightened.
•Well, I’m not.” ?
“Are we talking about the
same thing, I wonder?”
“I don’t know. Just for the
fun of it, how much do you love
Jimmy?”
“Here we go again!” whooped
Helen.
The stewardess laughed as she
got to her feet. “No, darling, here
we don’t go again. That is, not
into our tiresome discussion. Care
to go for a walk, Mike?”
“You bet!”
“Still carrying the torch.
Mike?”
“I’ll always carry the torch.
Sally.”
“Yes you tried to talk some
sense into Jimmy. Helen told me
about it. You’re a fool. Mike.”
“Jimmy is my friend. I couldn’t
let him throw his life away with
out making an effort to help him.
Isn't that what friends are for?”
“Jimmy is no one’s friend.
Didn’t that ever occur to you?
We used to call him a wolf as a
joke, but he really is a wolf, a
lone wolf. Lone wolves are dan
gerous, Mike. They use any meth
od to attain their ends.”
“Sally, don’t say such things.
You’re angry with Jimmy, and
perhaps I don’t blame you, but
They had come to a little park
now, and since there was plenty
of time left, Sally selected a
bench under the towering tree
near the entrance. It was too
early in the evening for the park
to have attracted many persons,
but here and there, perhaps an
indication of what was to come,
young couples could be seen sit
ting very close, girls’ heads on
boys’ shoulders, and the still eve
ning air filled with soft mur
murings. She felt a little thrill
run through her, a thrill of de
light, a thrill of anger. She jerk
ed her head back with a littl?
becoming snort.
“Oh, all right. I’m angry with
Jimmy. But I’m not being unfair
to him when I say he is no one’s
friend. You saw how he treated
Helen, you know how he treated
me. And it’s been like that from
one end of the country to the
other. I don’t understand why
you waste your time on him.”
“I might say that I don’t un
derstand why, feeling the way
you do, you waste your time even
thinking about him.”
“I fell ror him, too. Isn’t that
a laugh? I, who had always prid
ed myself on my good sense, fell
for him like a ton of bricks ”
“Yet, he played fair with you.
The instant he realized what was
happening . . .”
“It had already happened,
Mike.”
“I’d like to marry you, Sally.”
He was expecting a flaming an
swer, but surprisingly, none
came. She just shook her head
rather sadly. “Poor Mike. You de
served to meet someone really
nice.”
Encouraged, he took her hand,
handling it as gently as one
might a precious jewel.
Mike continued to hang on to
Sally’s hand. Hard.
“Sally,” he said quietly, “you
are what I’ve always wanted.”
She couldn’t understand. “Mike
you mean that despite my tem
per, despite the way I’ve acted,
you really want to marry me?”
“I do.”
“Mike White, you’re a fool.”
She got up and strode toward
the exit. She heard his footsteps
sound on the walk behind her
and she quickened her pace, but
to nc avail. His hand came out
and caught her arm. His voice,
when he spoke, trembled.
"Not a fool, Sally. It isn't fool
ish to love.”
“You get hurt when you love,
Mike.”
“Wonderfully hurt, then ”
“Mike, I . . .”
“Sally!”
He strained her to him, and
oblivious of their surroundings,
brought his lips down to hers,
gently at first, then savagely as
her resistance broke, as her arms
crept slowly, almost reluctantly,
around his neck. Mike kissing her
like this? Mike, who didn’t know
the first thing about love! Mike
who . . .
| “I beg your pardon, folks,”
; murmured a grinning policeman.
Sally stiffened, and tore her
j lips away. Her lace was scarlet
■ and there was a strange light in
her deep purple eyes. The police
> man looked at her sympatheti
cally.
“Yes, miss , I know. I’m a spoil
sport. But duty is duty and I’m
a slave to duty.”
“Officer,” she said coldly, “this
| man has been annoying me. You.
j hear? He’s been annoying me.”
The officer twirled his club as
[ he looked at Mike, then back to
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her. “Sure, miss,” he said, “and
how you love to be annoyed!”
* * *
“No, I'm not sorry about that
evening, Sally,” Jimmy admitted.
“I guess it was a dirty trick to
play on you, but after all, you’d .
said over and over again that
you were one chicken the wolf
was never going to catch. Re
member our conversation at the
airport that afternoon? You
were such a level-hcjaded person.
You knew exactly what you were
doing. So. . . .”
“So now you marry Dronda.”
“So now I marry Dronda.”
She said, shrewly, “Yet some
thing is troubling you, Jimmy.
Can it be that you’re beginning
to wonder what it will be like
to be chained?”
(To Be Continued)
Suitor: “I wish to marry your
daughter, sir.”
Dad: “Do you drink, young
man?”
Suitor: “Thanks a lot, but let’s
settle this thing first.”
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