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SERIAL STORY BANNERS FLYING BY MARY RAYMOND COPYRIGHT, 194ft. NEA SERVICE. INC. T1IM KTIIHVi ( brtall V-olion, wh hmm promfatd Dart Randvr mon, hrr dunce, that will ajlv fly In, fa lore to break 1a promise to By aerlooftlr Injured yoana; mmm to m koMpltal In the next Iowa. Trevloua to the night he ana attended a enmralllre Meeting- for a t'hlaa Relief ball met Sandra Hdll, a nevr girl In town, and had a "aeene with hrr In which Handra ear they are "aaturml eaemle1 beeaaae they care for the aamo aii WAS AND A PARTY CHAPTER V JT was while the young man was In the operating room that Christie remembered about Bart, and waiting on a doorstep. It was 1:30 now. Bart's voice, when she reached him by phone, sounded almost an gry, hurt and immensely relieved, "Where to the world are you, Christie?" "At the LakevUle Hospital. Some poor fellow had an accident and I had to bring him here. It was a real emergency, Bart." "Good heavens!" Bart exclaimed. "You drove him over?" "No. It had to be quicker than that. I brought him here in plane." There was a long silence at the other end. "Bart," Christie pleaded, "surely you aren't angry. I didn't forget my promise. It was something I had to do." "I'm not angry, Christie, I'm frightened. There's a lucky star over you, darling, but promise me you won t fly th plane back." "I wG&'L Bart I'm taking the train, but there isn't one to West wood for several hours." "I know." Bart's voice was so ber. "And my train pulls out in an hour." "Oh; Bart, you'll write youll be back soon." "I was just thinking how darn unsatisfactory letters are. Darling, it was pretty wonderful what you did. I'm pVoud as the devil. You won't do its again, though. The kind of luclc. you have it might play out, Christie." ' "It's the very last time, Bart." ' When the phone clicked in place Christie joined the group of people on the sun porch. It was around 3 when a nurse motioned to Christie. Christie got up and joined her in the corridor. "Your friend is going to be all right,"- the nurse said. "It was a good thing those doctors in Westwood got him here so quickly, and it was lucky you happened to know how to handle a plane. Well, I guess you know how fortunate you are." She was beaming. "I suppose you know I never saw him in my life until they brought him to the airport" "He had a few rational . mo ments," the nurse replied, stiffly. "And once he asked for you." There's some mistake," Christie (Insisted. "He is a stranger to me. 'I'm sorry. Miss Colton," the nurse said, turning to go. It was not until Christie was on her way to the train that she re membered she had failed to find out the young man's name. And this was strange the nurse had known her name. Maybe Bill Blake had phoned the hospital latter she left. (TAN was driving up as Christie's I" taxi turned in the gateway. She waited until Christie had paid ithe driver and then asked: "Why ithe taxi? Did you have car trou ble?" ) Christie shook her head. She jtold Jan the story. While she was stalking, she had the feeling that Jan was way ahead of her. There was something odd about Jan's expression. She looked excited, but not amazed. "The man you took to Lakeville was Stephen Marston," Jan said. "Stephen! Not really." "Yes. He was in the Wain wrights' car, and Mr. Wainwright was driving. They had an accident. and Mr. Wainwright felt responsi- me wnen btepnen was injured. He arranged for the operation in Lakeville. Betty Wainwright said sending him over by plane prob ably saved his life. Of course, I didn't know you flew the plane." "Well!" Christie exclaimed, "so my young man of mystery was Stephen! That's why he thought he knew me. All the time he thought I was you." "Did he?" Jan asked softly. "Oh, I wish it had been." Conversation was changing. In Westwood, it might start with parties, the forthcoming spring and summer dances, but it was certain to end up with the query: "Will there be enough stags?" now that most of the boys were away. Christie was busy with a dozen activities. There was the Chinese ball, which had been a wonderful success and where she had care fully avoided being thrown with Sandra; there was her Red Cross work; the times she sold British emblems at benefit teas. When army maneuvers brought streams of khaki-clod boys and trucks through town she had served cof fee and cookies at the station. Everybody else was doing these 'things, too. Everybody except her mother, who still refused to be lieve what she read and heard. "Things are so different now," Mrs. Colton sighed. "I wanted to give Jan a nice party, but all Ithe boys the knows have been droilcd." "Seems to me there are a lot of nice boys at the flying field. Get some of these new boys," her husband looked up, impatiently, from his paper. "You can't draft men for dances as you do for the army," Mrs. 'Colton answered, Irritably. Christie hod entered the room. 'The friction between her mother and father distressed her. Here was a small war, she thought, ba ling waged daily by people who ! loved each other. These petty bat ! tics made you understand how real antagonism between nations could drive peace from the world. gHE was feeling sober. Bart was I convinced that the, United i stales would Do drawn into the war, and she was sura Bart knew what he was talking about. Then, Tommy had joined up. Summer went by. A golden autumn merged into a wintry siege of snow and rain. There were few parties, and these were small and informal. Mrs. Colton had flu and went off to Florida to shake it off. When she returned she looked radiant and well. She was going right ahead, she told the family, with her plans for Jan's ball. "Christie, it's going to be beau tiful," Mrs, Colton said one day. She was standing in the doorway of the ballroom. "Can you imag ine this room completely trans formed into a white winter scene, with a forest of trees covered with snow and jeweled with blue lights." "Add some red, and you'll have a patriotic scheme," Christie said slowly. "You sound like your father. Honestly, I believe you have red, white, and blue stripes running up and down your spine." The radio was on in the music room. As Christie passed the door the voice of an excited announcer reached her. Then, the awful im-? port of the words she had heard sent her flying back to the ball room. "Mother, you'll have to call the party off. Pearl Harbor has been bombed." "Pearl Harbor!" Mrs. Cotton's voice was startled. "How terrible, Christie. But I can't see that it has anything to do with Jan's party. The flowers are ordered, the food, too. And all the invita tions are out You must be out of your mind. I couldn't call it off." "Mother, it isn't patriotic It isn't right" Mrs. Colton's voice was frigid. "I don't see that a party has any connection with patriotism. Peo in this town are going to remem ber this one as long as they live." (To Be Continued) HOLD EVERYTHING! mmmW F1MD vmw j, eEE NCW iwS AM " fl EGAO, MARTMftW. fwJSf Ift'lT f HIS TIME 7 VT TMW'iT m . WW WOMEN ARE ftf THAT IT AIN'T L IUSULT TO MEN. J DEM WOW COMPORT- UOT6U STMlOrAERN C5 GOOD M I X2. Jl I 4- - I EQUAL TO MEN Yrt THE HISH- A MAM GPGNDS ( :,l yr 16-ro com U0E TOVOEL'Ji 1 S-- & MUNGf JT4 Jl ,NABE K? J-7 TSIfKltL) TOT FROM tg AND .FIND r?) NRS-fr WW ' I BETTER OV2. THB & DULL OTLL HA A LOT ( AS LONELN AND S"? $ A&t r1 A f 2 WORSE.? a TH" WOODS- i TO LEARN--SO POISED AS EVER ) I SOU MNEMAS BfVCK , (O X-OW A y , aA ' fk 71-4-- ire SiviM' I DAYS AFTER TH' REMIND NE WHEN. 1 V ToDAN, SO THERE'S A I BAHAMA,.' ,'' LJiVffW "---PpsXt-ZZ'X i SwSu' UNPACK MW BASS THAT)) KOA-bT OP BEEP IN ,V"-Sf v'V VJfEV 4-r Z rvUKbTWAT.' t DstT V. 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