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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1937-11-25, Page 6PAGE SIX THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thurs., November 25th, 1937' h Beugafi Monty Wallace has just arrived in California, having broken the East- West cross country airplane record, -Natalie Wade, mistaken by him for a newspaper reporter, writes the ex­ clusive account of Monty’s arrival and succeeds in securing a trial job with a paper in exchange for the story. Natalie becomes attached to Monty. Although she discovers Monty’s love for her is not sincere, Natalie admits that she loves him. She is as­ signed by her paper to report Monty’s activities for publication. Jimmy Hale the newspaper’s photographer, be­ comes Natalie’s co-worker. Natalie interviews Jake Marion, a wealthy airplane builder, who decides to build a record-breaking ’round the world plane for Monty, Marion’s daughter, Sunny, exquisitely beauti­ ful, is attracted to Monty. She invites Natalie to dine with her, when they meet the aviator unexpectedly. Natalie discovers that Sunny is jealous of her friendship with Monty, and that she is trying to prevent them from being, alone. After driving to a mountain resort with Sunny and Jim­ my, Monty again declares his loves for Natalie. ❖ -l: $ & Natalie thrilled at the sight. Her ■wild notion had brought success. The missing fliers were beneath them, ap­ parently unhurt, Mont Wallace test­ ed the ground-currents cautiously And then put the ship Into a steep , - Withered sandwiches and tepid pop disappeared like magic before the on­ slaught of the two lost pilots, Bar i and eandy bars helped re­ store their morale and their sense of ^iqmor. They* chattered of their adventure, .told of the clogged oil line that had caused them to try a landing and of the treacherous air current that had whipped the plane into the ground and crippled it beyond immediate re­ pair. Natalie drank in the details, Mont; Wallace studied his maps and mark­ ed upon them the nearest seacoast town that might have a telegraph line. Arrangements were made for the two youths to remain where they were until help had been sent and then Mont and Natalie took off for the coast in high triumph. _ At the small Mexican town, Mont wired the lost fliers’ home airport and Natalie began writing sheet after sheet of their story. Getting the news out was a prodigious task for the small, black-haired, black-eyed oper­ ator had little understanding of Eng­ lish and was forced to send the words almost letter by letter. Before the task had been complet­ ed, radio had sent two planes to land beside Mont’s ship on the beach be­ fore the town. Mont led the rescue flight and then came back for the girl. As they winged their way north along the coast line of California Bay, Natalie was happier than she had ever been before and Mont’s mood matched hers in gaity. To their chagrin they found they I overnight trips into the desert with had but port and fence of going without lunch. “We’ll have the biggest dinner there is on the Pacific coast,” Mont declared and they planned for the evening together. At the airport, they were received like heroes with Mack Hanion him­ self, minus his wide-shade and with his suspenders hidden under a black searsucker coat, all but girl in his enthusiasm. Jimmy Hale alone scornfully. “After all I’ve tried he reprimanded her; "going off with­ out even a kodak. Won’t you ever learn?” But she knew that' he was more pleased than he dared admit. “I forgot -everything but getting started,” she told him, “It never oc­ curred to me to try for pictures.” “Well,” the boy chuckled, “I’m go­ ing to see that you never go any­ where again without taking some­ thing along that will bring back a picture.” Jabe Marion bore the pair off then for dinner at his house, and there it was nothing to eat or drink aboard they were determined to make at the earliest possible moment decided to forget the inconven- hugging^ the greeted her that Sunny congratulated’ them I him.” Natalie’s head went, up then and she turned to thg business of fresh­ ening herself after' the dishevehnent of the journey. For a long moment she did not speak. When she did it was with cold fury. “When I stoop to the sort of tac­ tics you mean, I will have lost not only my principals but any vestiges of good sense that may be left to me. I don’t propose to be anybody®’ pet cat and if I find I have to de­ grade myself to make Mont Wallace love me, I’ll choose rather to be worthy of his love than have it.” Sunny laughed unpleasantly. “That,” she sneered, is a good line for one of your stories. But you know and I know that you'd take him on any terms,” “Don’t be silly,” Natalie rejoined. “What you know and I know is that either of us could have him on his own terms long before this.” Sunny broke then. The tears came and she held out her arms to Natalie. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “but I am so jealous of you sometimes I don’t know why I have to try to hurt you for I can’t help being crazy about you.” Natalie comforted the girl as she could. “And do you think best I’m „.Two pigmy figures rushed into a clearing and danced madly ft with cold reserve enfSrelj' foreign to her usual volubility. “I hope you had a nice time,” she said cuttingly when Natalie and she were alone together before dinner, Natalie took her firmly by the arms. “Look at me,” she commanded. “Do I look as though I’d done any­ thing I might be ashamed of? Just because we’re both in love with Mont Wallace is no reason why we can’t be decent to each other. I like you and, when you aren’t thinking of me as the she-devil who is taking your man from you, you like me.” . The girl closed her eyes stubborn­ ly. “I like you,” she said, “when you don’t consider it necessary to go on again, a hero, not only for what he had done but for what he was about to attempt. In a dozen world capitals, betting odds were to be posted that same night on the chances of success. The plan was simplicity itself, with Mont Wallace’s flying accuracy’as the key. Ten refuelling stations were to be established. Ten pilots were to stand ready, linked by short wave radio with the control station at Mineola, Long Island, where the start was to be made. Wallace was to fly with the new­ est automatic control equipment, Everything depended on the plane and on Wallace’s ability to keep to the course, Proven methods of re­ fueling in the air would be used and the plane would be altered at once to make refueling easy for the lone flier, Natalie was already assigned to cover preparations at the home port. Plans were under way for the christening of the ship by Sunny Marion and Jimmy hal sold pictures' of the girl to half a dozen national picture agencies. Sunnys’ glee was not hard to fath­ om, for the christening of the plane would link her name with that of Mont Wallace. The world would see [ romance there, There was at least a chance that Mont had suggested the naming 'of the ship though Natalie held to the hope,that her father had been responsible for the suggestion. Inspired'by the magnitude of the project, Natalie was nevertheless not without her misgivings. She knew that a thousand dangers lurked along the path of the plane and that Mont would crowd his luck for the last chance of success. , More than this, she found that Mont had suddenly become almost a stranger to her. So engrossed was he in the preparations for the flight that he would not leave the field except for sleep and, though her assignment threw the girl with him constantly, there were few moments when they regained any of the easy intimacy they had known. Natalie’s only consolation was that Sunny suffered from the same neglect and yet there were occasional con­ ferences at the Marion home when Sunny must be present while Natalie was busy with her copy or otherwise left out. As time for the flight drew near, the girl reporter found she had few­ er and fewer moments to think of the danger’s of the plan or to try for the favor of the man she loved. 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I pile them in and I pile them out!” smiles attractive Mrs. Arthur Seguin, only taxi driver of Cache Bay, Ont, who took over the stand when her husband, now dead a month, was injured by a train three years ago. She likewise oper­ ates a transfer and tobacco business and a pool-room, also taken over from her husband. She speaks French with a Scotch burr, as a Scot mar* tied to a frenchman. not jealous of you? I’d give my eyes sometimes of you weren’t ftso good­ looking.” “Oh, Nat, I never thought of that. You hang onto yourself so. I didn’t think you were ever silly. It’s be­ cause you’re such a swell person that I can't imagine Anybody not loving you.” ( “Well, now that we’ve got all that out of our systems, I suppose we i into his willing ear. He took her in ought to go down to dinner. I wish I could send home for something I haven’t slept in.” She considered her rumpled costume ruefully. “I’ll probably- die if you look well in it, but won’t you wear something of mine?” Sunny offered and pres­ ently Natalie surveyed herself in a long glass wearing one of Sunny’s stunning gowns. “I knew I oughtn’t to have done that,” Sunny laughed. “Now I’ll never get Mont to look at me again.” “It’s just too bad about you,” Nat­ alie bantered. And together the two went down the broad stairway in search of the man they loved. But when they reached the library door, they found that he and Jabe Marion Were too deep in conversa­ tion to pay any attention to feminine company. When dinner was announced a few minutes later, both Sprang up with apologies for having failed to notice that the two girls waited for them. The four moved into the spacious dining room without pairing and there Jabe Marion stood in his place to propose a toast. “Let Ug drink,’ 'he said, “to the succeS of the greatest flight ever pro­ posed. To the plane Sunny Marion, to her nbn-stOp refueling flight ar­ ound the world, and to her pilot, Moht Wallace.” Natalie gasped. Sunny squealed with delight. (Mont lifted his glass. “Success to the flight and to the man who conceived the plan, ended, “Success,” cried Natalie, and the glasses drained. “Break, kid/’ exulted Jimmy Hale, “You sure get 'em. And may yqtt never miss.” Natalie’s story of the proposed flight was rolling, on the great press­ es of the Express. The first inky copies lay before the two as they stood* in Jimmy's clattered office. Coming on the heels of her rescue story out of Lower Calfotnia, it was world news, and Mont Wallace was he am- his arms as though she were his sis­ ter instead of the girl he adored and promised her that he would do “his best damndest” to fix things vup for her. He took her home and made her promise to get into bed and forget all about it. Sleep came to her rescue then but she woke in the middle of the night, apparently wakened by some noise at the dor. For an instant she was terrified but she knew that help was within call and so she-went to the door and opened it. A man lay there, sprawl­ ed on the hall carpet and when she bent above him she found it was Jim­ my Hale, unconscious and clearly very drunk. Her heart went out to him as it had never done before. She bent to lift him up and got him into the room. With the door swiftly closed so that he was safe from arrest for his condition and his midnight visit, she helped him to her own bed, stilled his mutterings and watched over him the rest of the night. She fell asleep in the big chair where she sat and the Sun was high when she waked the next morning to find the boy still slumbering heav­ ily. In the very small cabinet kitchen where she prepared her breakfasts, she brewed for him some very strong coffee and broke out a can of tomato­ es, remembering that he had spoken often of their efficacy after drinking, (Continued Next Issue) MINK’S DESTINY Tile mink, a very insignificant lit­ tle fellow, is very much in demand when it comes to making milday’s luxurious fur coat. 'At the Royal Win­ ter Fair, Toronto, there are about 250 mirtk on exhibition. much PHIL OSIFER OF LAZY MEADOWS By Harry L Boyle “IN THE CITY” Place “Sir Timothy’*, our thorough­ bred bullr in the front parlour and the results would be nothing short of scandalous. Take myself In the city, and you have something that's Just about the same. Just like last week, when 1 was coaxed into' going to the city to see my niece, who for some strange reason every year persuades me to come and see her. Mrs. Osifer always refuses to go and I am always weak-kneed enough to accept the in­ vitation. I landed in the station and stood gaping for almost an hoQr at the dif­ ferent people. They all seem to be in a hurry, and go bustling along, and a fellow keeps telling about the trains going here and there, and yelling in a voice that sound like old Flatfoot, the Berk, “when I stick a fork into her for rooting up the garden,. Bebfore navigating up to where my niece lives, I decided to go in and have something to eat. Now, I should have picked out some quiet, little place on a back street where the wait* ers wouldn’t be too particular about etiquette, but, something about the flashy front on one place with a for* eign name on it, set, my curiosity to working, so I ambled into it. I had to tread mighty easy, because the floor was as slippery as our back stoop with a coating of ice on it A superior-looking fellow came, to the door and took a haughty glance up and down, and in that moment I thought of a lot of things. Back at Lazy Meadows that old black suit of mine, that I bought for young Tim’s christening is alright. It seems under the city lights it looks pretty green. The pant legs have shrunk up to show where the tops of my boots have been cracked. In fact I wouldn’t be sur­ prised if they even got a glimpse of those woollen socks that the wife knit for me. My string tie may have been fashionable years ago, but I suppose fashions have changed. When I took off my hat, I could feel my hair brist­ ling up like the .thatch on top of a timothy-hay stack. start to talk. I hope I’m pardoned, for my fancies, but they seem, to en­ joy it, and I like to talk. I managed to get over to a table, knowing that everybody in 'the room was looking at me, and I suppose breathing some sort of exclamation about the queer-looking fellow with the battered old valise. Ten to one they expected me to open up the suit­ case and start selling pencils. At the table, the waiter asked me something about whether I wanted any “con- sumy”’ or not. I guess I said the wrong thing because when I said: “I aim to consume a meal alright,” he held a pad up in front of his face to cover a smile. He wasn’t a bad sort of fellow though, and he just'leaned over and said: “Better let me fix you up with a meal.”" That saved a lot of trouble, but the, meal was pretty skimpy. There was a lot of little dishes with dabs Of this and that and a bit of meat. I was darn glad to get out of that place. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that place, but I guess I 'didn’t just fit into the picture. My niece’s place is one of those apartments about as big as the house I built for “Suchansuch” the collie pup'. You’ve got to be pretty careful or else you’ll slip on the polished floors. When you go to bed, you have to sleep on a slab of bed that folds out of the wall. Every time you even sneeze, you have to be careful to keep from knocking down one of the par­ titions. They live out of a tin-can and a food store down in the same block. Maybe they like that way of living. I don’t, because it seems too much like living in a packing box. Then they have a lot of screechy friends who seem to be all excited and her- cous about everything in particular. It’s a relief to get home. Pulling in to the old station on the “doodle­ bug”, that’s1 the little electric car that runs into the city, the hired man he’s waiting for me with the eat, and it’s a relief to get home and ‘find the chores done up and the supper wait­ ing on the table for me. I go in and try and talk while I'm stuffing my face. Then I sit back in the chair and park my stockinged feet on the dam­ per and tell the folks all about my trip to the city, Neighbour Higgins comes in, to ask how things ard in the city, and Tom Breen comes along. I begin to feel like a world-travell­ er, and I get sort, of expansive and FRIDAY 10 P-m- E-s-T- station CRCT RUBY AND SON Ruby Keeler; screen dancer-actress and wife of Al Jolson, holds her three and one*half year old son, Albert, in her arms beside a pool at Palm Springs^ Calif,, where1 she is vacation* Ing.