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PTGE ETGTTT AfEDFORDJIAlL TRIBUNE, MEDFOR1), OREGON, SUNDAY, APRIL 3, 1932. TAILSPIN TOMMY-A Real Flight For Life! By ILtNN ?HAmN A U '- - 1 1 fe r 1 1 OY CRAZ -Lv GRACE PERKINS 1 SY.VOPalSl Peacefully en gaged to Rusty Orandall, Hope toss suddenly hears that her former husband, Dickey Dale, U sailing on the same boat that car ries her best friend, Jvdu, and Hope determines to sail also. Ever since her lather annulled her mar riage, Hope has icantrd to see Dickey, A'oio is her chance. the Chapter 29 AN ORIGINAL LOAN t?OURTEEN minutes after ship had drawn from the dock, and headed out Into the harbor, Hope went to the purser and ex plained things. Paying by check for passage and reservation, even agreeing to bunk In with a school teacher from the middle wost If he bad to. Offering to let him wl Papa, or her bank, or anyone be pleased. God bless her Inheritance she didn't have to depend upon Papa a Ideas and whims. Then quietly, she hersolf went to the telegraph office and sent two radiograms. One to Mrs. Manly asking her to please take over the shop on Madison Avenue. And one to Papa Ross. "Dear Dad," she wrote wl trembling determination, "I am sail lng with Judy who seems to need chaperon on her wedding. Don worry and please roraembor that am over twenty-one now and r, Infant. Love to you and Mama. Hope." Directly from the wireless room Rope made her way, still lugging gassy under one arm, Into the writ Jng-room. A trace of the gambler's smile till lingered on Hope's lips as she scratched urgent and whole-souled hieroglyphics over three or four heets of quite entertaining station ry. Vet the mist of tears in her yes that clung to her overgrown lashes, and the trembling of her band as she wrote, were the merest proofs of her Inner turmoil. "Rusty darling: You'll hate me. 1 hate myself. 1 can t even think how rotten 1 am and God knows, honey, I'm not wor thy of your love for me. I know, because I love like that, only It lsn' you 1 love. You know that, don' your You ve always known how I love Dickey. I've sailed on this boat tonight because he's on It; and I couldn't stand another week of not seeing him, and knowing. I'll always be fond of you. I may be all kinds of a beast, but when It all bolls down, I'm a one-man wo man; and If that one man Isn't to be had, then 1 might as well go to the devil alone, and not drag you wun me. Please understand. But then, you ve always understood as no body else ever has. I'll never forget the nights you lot me cry It out on your shouldor about Dickey. You aid once do you romomberT that you'd give your soul to brlag mm back to mel Tbata how much you cared for me. So you can under- tana now mucn I care for him. I'd give my soul not to hurt you, dear. But what I'm doing Just can't oe neiped. I'm orry. 1 Hope.' With breathless haste she sealed the letter, and dashed off to get It on the shore-post that went on the pilot boat. Then, Just as suddenly, he kept the note from slipping tnrougn the silt of the letter box. and decided to send the letter as a wire, regardless of cosL She owed u to iiusiy io lot nlra know as quickly as Dad know. Back up to the operator's room he dashed only to feel a bit close to blushing as the officer road It and gasped. Then she ambled back to the purser, and found thnt an arrange ment had been made. A certain miss Mime seabrook was quite agreoaoie to sharing her room, amazed that someone had offered to pay Us entire cost, and let Miss Millie travel across free. uown to the stateroom went Hope. Millie Seabrook was t young Southerner, who taught forty-three little boys from September to June (and berore long Hope had her own ideas of what she taught thorn) and who had snved up for three years for a trip to Europe first class. Somehow It had never occurred to Hope that school teachers might fall In love. But Millie Seabrook was in love. Sublimely In love with a Frenchman who had done some thing brave with her brother dur ing the war. Minute were the de scriptions of Henri's letters, and numerous were Henri's pictures for Hopo to look at Millie had never met Henri! But she was certainly bound for romance now, wlih Als- hama and forty-three little boys beautifully forgotten. By two a. m. the two lovelorn cabin-mates were sound asleep. Early the next morning Hope was up an J dressed. After a brisk walk, Hope was bundled up In a deck cbalr In the sun by eleven o'clock. A book was in ber bands. Upside down. While Hope let ber thoughts parade through her mind, she kept her bright eyes alert for shy glimpses of those who paced the deck In front of her. And they came! She saw them as they first rounded the starboard side of the deck In the wind, Dick and Hickey, coated and capped, marching around the deck. Hickey talking earnestly. Neither saw her as they passed, and breathless she watched their backs and waited after they disap peared from sighL Around they came again, and Hope simply could not keep ber eyes on the upside down book. Both saw her tliat time. One grim embarrassed glance, and Dickey lowered his eyes, a flush gathering under the swarthy tan of his clean shaven face. But Hickey didn't look away. Hickey, with his gun-powder hair sticking out like tufts under his cap, and his gray-white mustache that was a new acquisition since Hope's day. With brusk dignity Hickey acknowledged the mute ap peal of Hope's wide-eyed stare with a stiff bow and a mumbled word. But Ibey didn't come around again! Shortly after she met some of her old, high-stepping friends, who gabbled uproariously at the sight of ber on the boat All afternoon she spent with the Carter family, playing bridge. And not a v ;t of the Dales crossed ber vision. Late In the afternoon she retired to take a nap. and give the little school teacher some tart advice on men. Heading Millie, as a result, off to the barber shop for a hair cut. Immediate); she was xon'e. Hope sent a note over to Judy's room. "Judy darling: 1 quits understand your complete absence at breakfast and luncheon. Nor will I care If you don't come down to dinner. But do you mind looking through your luggagt for two suitcases of mine, and sending them over to Room 217? Love to you and Tom, and my blessings. Hope." "P. S. The weather out on dock Is grand. You shouldn't be missing It." As she expected, twenty minutes later Judy herself appeared at Room 317, a porter beside ber car rying the valises. Hope, for the love of my sainted A':-t An-.:lii, what are you doing on this boat and In such a cabin?" "Judy darling! Don't you make a sweet married woman! "Judy." said Hope slowly. "I'm rotten. A complete and utter no good. I've ditched Rusty. For good. In a very Inexcusable way, and I certainly have done him mean!" Gee the poor kid! But wbr. Hope?' "I've never loved Rusty, and he knew It. I guess everybody knew It. But I do love somebodv else. You certainly ought to know how much. And, Judy he's on this boat! And that's why I'm here! "Well, of all the forms of lnsan. lty! Hope, you're Just asking for punisnment!" I ve had some already. Dickey wouldn't look at me this morning. And bis father barely bowed. But, Judy, you must help me. You must. It's so Important!" Darling, I'll do anything. Didn't you help me land Tom? I'll go talk to Dick right now." No! You're not to do that. Don't you dare say a word. Promise me. Listen, Judy. I'm perfectly willing to make an Idiot of myself, but I don't want Dickey to know what a pefect fool I am. I don't want him to know I'm chasing him. See?" "Well, then, what can I do?" Hope leaned back and flxed her lifetime friend with a probing stare. Did you really mean, Judy, what you said that you'd do anything f Why, Hope, you ought to know! Good grief, haven't you done every thing for me? Haven't you made It possible for me to " "Never mind," Hope shrugged. and tossed her cigarette energeti cally out the port-hole. "Listen. Judy, if you really want to heln me, you can lend me your hus band 1" "Wha what?" "Let me be the bride Instead of you," Hope explained glibly. "If m on the boat married, and not Just alone, unmoored and unescort ed, iu not even on the passengei list well, Dickey couldn't suspect e of running after him. Could hal And I could talk to him as Mrs. Post much better oh. so much better!" (Copy-test, oran rtrklns) W&'Mviws0 y tesisf isPf0 ii mat ever i 7y, ml , i-SSfsjb i r uic uauc to Mi , J ey r-io?jMAve pulled iwSgsgS it is- we'll rafcT av- worveR &cmic'VD---wd S'MATTER POP-Hope It Is A False Alarm By C. M. PAYNE jl- ' cy ti BOUND TO WIN "Butch" Boyle Remains By EDWIN ALGER With har unexpeldty acqulnd huiband." Hop tats th at go for Dfekty tomorrow. TS 29 BALEM. Ore, April S (API The state highway bonded Indebtedness was reduced to 3,S83,350, Includ ing the M38.0O0 highway bonds Is sued as ot April 1, the stats treas urcr announced last tilpiht. The vet erans' state aid bonds were reduced to MS.ias.ooo. Theae reduction were reported following the transfer yesterday by the treasurer to the Chaae National bank in New York city of ei.oaa.oea. T.hl sum paid I937.600 in principal In Oregon state hltihwsy bonds and W74.887 semi-annual Interest; and S00.000 principal ot state vciu-.ins' id bA and fSSCOle inteietv, I KILLED BY AUTO ROSEBURO. Ore., April S (API Ruwell Oeimmdaon. U. was killed here last night when his bicycle was struck by an automobile driven by Lawrence Delaney, n, ot Roseburg The boy's brother Howard, IS, riding on the Handlebars ot the bicycle, es caped with minor injuries. Delaney was held In Jail on an open charge, pending a coronera Inquest tonight. 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