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AfEDFORDJIAlL TRIBUNE, MEDFOR1), OREGON, SUNDAY, APRIL 3, 1932.
TAILSPIN TOMMY-A Real Flight For Life!
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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!"
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S'MATTER POP-Hope It Is A False Alarm
By C. M. PAYNE
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BOUND TO WIN "Butch" Boyle Remains
By EDWIN ALGER
With har unexpeldty acqulnd
huiband." Hop tats th at go for
Dfekty tomorrow.
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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.
The two boys were on their way
to a Boy Scout meeting. Their scout
muter, L. E Mikeworth, deputy
ccunty coroner, was JuM behind them
in an automobile, and wltneased Uie
accldeut.
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