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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 8, 1939)
THE NEWS AND THE HERALD. KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON I SERIAL STORY WAR AND BY BETTY WALLACE A WOMAN COPVRIOHT. Ifja. NI SIRVICt. INC. YrafrHtayi Linda Mtfli a Nary flyer mi Marrla'a party. "Ym eant h mV aa aara. "I'w air dmmd of yu." fit eyra lalna-a lo fcar heart. Tfcaa. aaa Sla rovrra he la Jlntmy Cooper. Ifca Ml Marcia la irolaar fo marryl CHAPTER II T INDA lolt her heart sink with -J sick surprise. Then dismay roset and choked her. She could not speak. She was like a girl of stone as Marela came forward, all unaware, and took Jimmy Cooper's arm possessively. "Every body's waiting for you. I'd begun to think maybe something had happened." Jimmy's lips opened, but no sound came. Linda was turning ' away, the blood pounding in her cars. Never before in all her life had she looked into a man's eyes and experienced that strange and singing ecstasy, that nameless wonder that had stolen over her as she looked up at this man. Her hands were shaking and her knees felt queer, but she had to get control of herself. She had to sound natural. "I guess I looked so forlorn standing here by myself he thought you all had shoved me out," she said. "Shoved you out!" Marcia cried. "Every unattached male in there 1 has already asked me who you are. I'll have to keep a careful watch over you, Miss. Because after all, you are engaged. "Engaged?" asked Jimmy Coo per dully. "Of course she's engaged, lum mox! Did you ever see a girl with a race iiKe mat wno wasnr en gaged?" Marcia dragged at him, "Come on, come on! Mother's waiting, and Dad, and every body." They went in together, Jimmy and Marcia, while Linda hunt back. "I only imagined it," she told herself, over and over. "Noth ing happened. He he didn't mean anything. It just It was noth ing!" Yet she knew, beyond any shad ow of doubt, that Jimmy Cooper didn't usually say, "I I've only dreamed you, haven't I?" He simply wasn't that kind, no more than she was the kind whose heart lurched every time a handsome man smiled at her. She tried hard not to look his way. Not to see how he was de voting himself, conscientiously, to Marcia. Linda was grateful for the rush of faceless forms in Navy white who danced with her and brought her things to eat and asked her questions which she scarcely heard. At midnight, she tried to slip upstairs. But Marcia caught sight of her. "Tired, Linda?" "Awfully. It was such a long trip." Marcia hooked her arm In Lin da's. "You're not going without saying good night to Jimmy? I've talked about you so much he feels as though he knows you awfully well already." She wanted to ask, "Did he say that?" She didn't, of course. And then she was standing beside him, her eyes avoiding his. "Good night," she was whispering. "I I'm going upstairs." His hand came out, and she felt It burn for an instant along her fingertips. "Good night, Miss Storm," he said. Why did she know, so irrevocably, in that mo ment that it wasn't her disordered imagination torturing her? Some thing nad happened between them something he was feeling at strongly as she felt it A LONE in the guest room,' she tried to shake the mood from her. It refused to go. Queer how she could still see his face the laughing brown eyes, the leas tanned cheeks, the way his lipi smiled. . . . But this was madness! Jlrnm; Cooper belonged to Marcia King Linda herself was engaged tc George Cameron. She loved him. She had loved him for a long time, and she wore his ring. In the fall they would be married. Resolute ly she put the whole fantastic in cident away from her. In the morning, she awoke with a feeling of heaviness, of dread and guilt. Then memory crowded down. Last night. Last night, and Jimmy Cooper's eyes. . , . She forced herself to concentrate on George Cameron. There was an old saying, "Out of sight, out of mind." Did that account for the haziness that had slipped over George's face, as she thought of him now? His face. Painfully, she put tne features together. His blue-gray eyes, behind their rim less glasses. His square jaw, his Hern moutn. But somehow, try though she would, the whole thing did not jelL It was like straining to get a good look at a picture in your hand and finding, horribly, that something was the matter with your eyesight. "I must be going crazy!" She would not look at him again. She would be casual, and cool and impersonal. He could not be feel-' lug the things she was feeling. a 1XTARCIA came rushing Into her room. "Good morning. Hey, where are you?" "Taking a shower." Linda mum bled. "Guess who's waiting down stairs? Jimmy! He's going to help me take you around on a real lour of tlio station, Linda. You'll be thrilled. You've never seen We'll inspect all tho planes and watch the cadets and you can even fit in the cockpit of a bomber. Too anything like this. That quick glimpse yesterday was nothing, bad you can't go up. but regula tions don't allow ladies in service planes, although I have heard it'l been done on the sly." How un troubled she was, how gloriously linppy! Linda got through her dressing Bomcliow. , When she sat before X the mirror, applying her rouge, facing Marcia's clear eyes, it wat terribly difficult to say, "No. I 1 don't want to see the station again." But she said it because she knew it had to be said. She had no interest in the station. Sht mustn't be too much in Jimmy Cooper's company before thai wedding a week from Sunday. "Don't want to?" Marcia echoed blankly. "I never heard of such a thing! Everybody loves to look the station over." Linda was mis erably aware that Marcia had offered her a great boon. Not to appreciate it must seem inexpli cable to a Navy girl. "I know most people would would like to go" she floundered. "But I well, all those planes make me feel uncomfortable. They remind me of things I'd rather not think about War, and bombs fall ing on women and children. The world's so upset these days. The papers are full of jittery headlines. She was not being tactful. Cer tainly, she was not being polite. But this meant a great deal to tier, and it was the truth. At least, it was half the truth. The gher half was that she would rather sit here in this room alone than get into that car, wedged in between Marcia and Jimmy Coo per. Marcia sat un the bed with rtartled abruptness. "Linda Storm, ire you stark, raving mad? I know rou're an intelligent girl. More Intelligent than I'll ever be, may be. I guess I am flighty and I hardly ever read the newspapers. Except for who married who. But honey, these planes here at Pen 5a cola mean protection and de- tense for our country! My father and Jimmy and all those boys here learning to fly are what stand be tween us and ever getting in the mess the rest of the world is in!" Linda took a deep breath. "Look, Marcia. Put me down as queer. I've got a phobia about those planes. You go some place with your Jimmy, and I'll potter around by myself." But Marcia was dismayed and hurt. Tho funny littlo snub nose wrinkled, and the soft, velvet brown eyes blinked to keep tho tears back. "I especially asked Jimmy to be nico to you. Look nt me, Linda. Tell mo tho truth. Is It because you don't like him. personally? I thought last night you were a little stilt. Did he say something out there on tho porch? Oh, darling, don't toll me you've taken a dishko to Jimmy!" (To Bo Continued) Mrs. Little Is t After Big Fish ar a, t . j Mrs. Lawson Little is as expert J with a fly rod as her famous husband is with golf clubs. Barefooted she fishes for trout in lower falls of Ammonoosuc river at Bretton Woods, N. H. OUT OUR WAY BY J. R. 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