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SERIAL STORY BANNERS FLYING Y MARY RAYMOND COPYRIOHT. I. NCA SERVICE, INC TUB HTUHVl Tka Coltona' pmrlr for their danshter Jaa fnllo r a frw ttlaata aftrr lrarl Harbor. I'alrlolle frlrado arna rrareta to reprimand la wraltay Mra. Col- ton tr has tatta In naitlat bat C.aii.ll. Jaa'a tmla alatrr. acr auaara moot of Ikfal to coma to aave Job rraoarraaameat. At tba Barf ara Hart Naadrraoa, Carla tlo'a Eanre, yhn la haae oa Iravc. aad Ntrpara Maratoa. the roans man Jon la In lore irlta. Oirlatle mrrta Stephen for tha arat time alnce, montha before ahe had flown fclmt aerlooalr Injnredi to a '' hoaplfnl. Jnn apneara to ba Jeal aaa of Carlatle. THE GROOM IS JEALOUS CHAPTER VII JT was around noon next day when Christie opened the door to Jan's room. "Awake, Jan?" Janet was sitting tip in bed, a pillow at her, back, a cigaret in her hand. "I was never more wide 'awake in my life," she said. . Christie stood smiling down at her. "It's funny seeing you smoke. You never did before." "A cigaret helps sometimes." "Don't pull a nervous wreck -business, Jan. That comes only after a whole season of parties. Didn't you have a good time?" "I had a miserable time," Jan answered.. "You should know that" "No," Christie said, "I didn't I'm sorry. What went wrong?" "Stephen said the party was as senseless as money could make it, and he wondered how many De fense Bonds it really cost" "Your Stephen has atrocious manners " "My Stephen!" Janet flared, "MY Stephen?" "I don't know what is the mat ter with you," Christie said, "and I haven't time to find out I came to tell you Bart and I are mar ried. We decided to skip all the fuss.. We just walked over to a minister's and " "Christie!" Jan was out of bed, flinging her arms around her sis ter. Color flamed in her cheeks. "You and Bart what? Christie, Jou're joking!" "I've lassoed him up tight with a wedding rope." Jan sat down on the edge of ihe bed, her eyes bright with ex citement. "Oh, Christie, why didn't you say so in the first place?" . "Whaton earth? What differ ence " "Oh, nothing. Christie, I'm so happy happy for you and Bart" "Well," Christie marveled, "it's nice you're pleased. Though I really didn't know Bart rated so high with you. Now, I've got to let Mother and Dad know I've made them in-laws." , "Where's Bart?" "uownstairs, pacing the rug, ind watching the clock. Our honeymoon hours are flying. Bart has to report on Monday. Uncle Sam doesn't play favorites, not even with brides and grooms. But we have had a brak. Bart's been transferred to our nearest flying field."i:, ..... ; , "You and Bart can take it," Jan said softly.. "He'll be a grand sol dier and you'll be a grand soldier's wife. How about smoking a pipe of peace with me?" She held out a cigaret and Christie took it, thoughtfully.- "Were we at war, Jan? I didnt know." "I was. With you, with the world. I'm ashamed, Christie, I'm not brave like you. AU I want is to be happy and I'm afraid I never will." Christie came over, placed her ihands on the thin young shoulders and gazed down into the shadowed 'face. "We've got to keep our hearts Ihigh and banners flying. You, too, Jan. Now, get dressed and come I down to give your brother-in-law 'a proper kiss." 1 J ART was having another fur lough. Christie had met him at the train. Two months of being Mrs. Bart had given her a ma ture, young married air, she hoped. En route from the train, she had said, mysteriously: "I've got to stop at this place, Bart. Come up with me." Bart followed her up the two flights of apartment stairs. The apartment was a facsimile of a score of others about town. Pre sentable and commonplace. On the third floor, she inserted a key in a door. "I didn't have a welcome mat, but just the same I'm glad to invite you in." "What's this?" Bart asked. "One of your committee rooms?" "Committee rooms! It's your new home!" Suddenly, Christie flung her arms about Bart "Carry me in. For luck." Still with that amazed look in his eyes, Bart lifted her in his arms, and still holding her, looked about. , "You mean you live nerc?" Bart asked. "Wo live here," Christie cor rected. "That is, when you have leaves." "That won't be so very often," Bart said, slowly. "And then, I might be transferred. It was just luck getting so near home at first" "Bart," Christie breathed, her eyes dark with disappointment. "You don't like it." "Of course I do, Christie. It's a nice place. But I can't see why you left your own home. Surely It's big enough. I seem to re member feeling swallowed up in all that space." . "It wasn't my own home any more," Christie said, "I'm an army man's wife now." "And you felt you had to change your way of living straight off to fit the changed status?" Their eyes met without smiling. . "Yes," Christie said, "I wanted to start living like one." "I see," Bart spoke stiffly, in the tone of one who didn't see at all. He had liked to think of .Christio, secure, protected under (tha parenjal roof. It was not that he wanted favors. He detested them. But he wanted to feel easy about his young wife while he was off taking risks. a a PHRISTIE thought unhappily: I worked so hard to get it ready for a surprise. I was so thrilled about it and Bart thinks it was all a pose. "I'm sorry, darling." Bart was holding her close, kissing her. "It's really a swell little place. But I hate the thought of you staying here alone." "I'll manage fine. It will be good for me," Christie said. Her voice was hollow, drained of ex ultation. "We're invited to have dinner with the folks." "Good enough," Bart replied. "I thought maybe you were planning to show me some plain and fancy cooking." The pantry was stocked and the ice box was filled. Christie had hoped Bart would say: "Let's stay home and try out the new stove." But he hadn't He had said "good enough." He thought rich Christie Colton was putting on an act, telling the world she was go ing to be brave and live on a sol dier's salary. What Bart didn't know was that she loved all this. As they left the elevator they came face to face with Stephen Marston. "Well, think of meeting you two here." he drawled. "Slumming?" "We live here." Christie an swered, an edge to her voice. "Not really." He was staring at her in amazement "I live here, too," he said. "My mother and I. May we call?" "Please do," Christie's eyes traveled to Bart's immobile, face. Bart was acting rude. Very rude. "It's nice we're neighbors," she added impulsively. It was after they had driven off that Bart spoke: "Do you have to be so all-fired nice to that fellow? Wasn't saving his life enough?" "You dont like him." Christie said slowly. ' "I don't like him at all," Bart answered. (To Be Continued) HOLD EVERYTHING! I I "I fcnew him in college he always knew all the answers." 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