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Show Sally of Sky Alley By Verm Broun x SYNOPSIS Sally Barnard, girl flier, has been testing and flying the Silver 8treek. . the famous ship of Captain Dick Hutchinson, while Hutch remains in the mountains, getting in shape for . the Boston speed derby. Hutch has promised Sally, with whom he was . once In love and who has loved him . for a long time, that he will give up - drinking. He has also promised to renounce Yvonne Wedeworth. beauti- - ful wife of Colonel T. Wellington - Wadsworth, the backer of his record-breaking record-breaking flight Yvonne, too. has . promised Joe Wadsworth, Iter brother-in-law, to forget Hutch, to protect the colonel and her two small chil- , dren. jiul promises are easily broken. - Hutch comes back to town the night before the derby, and Yvonne, desperate des-perate to see him, slips away from Wellington Heights, comes to the city and calls him on the telephone. CHAPTtB 11 Without slopping for hat or cost. Hutch rushed out of his apartment and down to the street He ran most of the way to the corner, where Yvonne stood waiting. Yvonne with her green eyes full of tears, In her simple black frock looking more like a echool girl than a fashionable society so-ciety matron. Never had ahe been so appealing Hutch took both her hands in his. Neither of them could apeek; they could only stand and gaie Into each ' other's eyes. A crowd of street urchins . playing under the street light be- - came curioua and drew near. "We cent stay here, darling: you'd better come back to the apartment with ana," Hutch said uncertainly. Yvonne went with him unproteet-tnciy. unproteet-tnciy. Once Inside his rooms she threw herself Into hia arms and sobbed wildly. "You wanted, to go away from ma," - she repeated again and again; "you never even telephoned mer Hutch comforted her as beet he - could. He told her of the days In the Z woods. He held her close until her - sobs stopped. Then he drew her down - beside him on the sofa. - "You've got to listen to everything T. I hsve to say, my sweet" he ordered! - "I've thought things out pretty well I while 1 waa away. All I did was to think of you, dearP - Yvonne sighed In perfect content- tnent ..' "first of all, you've got to get a divorce. That much la certain. There Isn't any use In our going along like this any more." Hutch held Yvonne's hands tight snd when she started to Interrupt him, he kissed her. "fm going to fly this derby, win It and then I'm going abroad. I have a chance to fly out of Le Bourget this winter end down in Nice. I'm going to do that While I am gone you are going to get your divorce. In the spring you can come over. We'll be married quietly In aome little French village and we H have a flying honeymoon honey-moon over Germany! I have It all planned. If I'm careful I can save enough money to start us off. and we'll get along. No Paris clothes for you. though!" JVIT ONE Yvonne sst silent "Whst is the answer, sweetheart?" he murmured, his Hps pressed close sgalnst her flaming hair. "Hutch! Hutchl It Is the asms old qusrrel, the same old fight! I won't run off with you unless you promise to give up flying! I simply rsn't!" Yvonne buried her face In her hands. She was shivering. "Get me s highball Please, Hutch! I need It!" Hutch went over to the telephone and ordered Ice and charged water. While he waa walling for the bellboy to bring them, he unlocked the liquor cabinet with a key he had left tn his desk and took out a quart of rye. His hand shook as ha opened It and while Yvonne stood staring out of the window down Into the traffie below, Hutch poured himaelf a drink of straight liquor and drank It hurriedly. "I need that after this scene," he told himaelf. "Just on and I'll be all the materials for mixing the highballs were at hand, he fixed Yvonne a glass and brought it to her. Then he mixed one for himself. "I'll allow myself Just on. Got to fly tomorrow, you know. Yvonne. 1 have to do that for the colonel. Even if I promise to stop efter tomrrw!" "I won't let you promise thstf Yvonne cried In alarm. "If you aver do. then I'll know that that 'one last flight' will be the end. I'll be sure of it Hutch! Why do you want to fly? You've done everything In this world that any filer can. You've reached the top. Whv go on?" Dirk Hutchinson shrugged his fine shoulders and mixed another drink. "Never ask a flier that We don't know. We Just do. Ask me why I taksxanother drink! I Just do, that's all." He came over and put both hands on Yvonne's shoulders. "Have you no promise to mske me, Yvonne?" he asked In a low voice. "I'll go away with you at any time and to any place you say all I want la one promise," Yvonne ssid firmly. Just then the telephone bell sounded sharply. Hutch hesitated about answering, an-swering, but Yvonne motioned him to the instrument He picked up the phone. His face showed some alarm as he heard a familiar voice. "It's Hilary Johnson," Hutch said with a grimace as he covered the transmitter with his hsnd. "He's downstairs. Wants to see me." Then- to Hilary: "Sorry, old man, I'm In bed, trying to get some rest for the flight tomorrow. tomor-row. Whst's thst? Welt, tell them I sm In town snd sm going to tly that rsre. so their storv's wrong." He turned to Yvonne again: "He saya the papers are ready set with the story that I'm not flying tomorrow!" "But I can't Hilary!" he protested "No, there's nobody here. If the girl on the switchboard told you thst, she's mistaken!" Yvonne waa thinking quickly. "Let him come up," she whispered In Hutch's esr. "I'll go In your dressing dress-ing room. Don't let him stay long!" Suiting the word. Yvonne gathered up her hat her silver fox fur and her gloves and dashed Into the Inner room. Three minutes later Hilary was knocking at Hutch's door. He came In beaming, and a photographer photog-rapher stalked behind him. "I wanted to get a picture of you. old man! There's been so much ehat-ter ehat-ter about your being out of town, I thought this, on the morning of the race, would atop them!" SALLY Hilary smiled at Hutch's face. His quick eyes went to the two highball glasses. He noted Hutch's nervousness nervous-ness snd laughed to himself. "How about a drink?" ha demanded. de-manded. There was a lot of conversation. The picture waa taken of Hutch tudving hia mane, ready for hia trip. Hutch paced the floor nervously. Hilary smiled wickedly. It amused him to see the poised young flier so nervous and upset "I think your vacation dldnt do much for your nervea," Hilary remarked re-marked drllv. Hutch took another drink and offered Hilary one. "I understand the colonel Is going all about town talking about your ensagement to Sally!" Hutch nodded. He wished desperately that Hilary would go. Hutch could not alt still. He paced the rug. Twice hia telephone tele-phone rang and he Jumped nervously st the sound of the bell. Hilary smiled, but he held his ground. The last time the phone rang, it waa Sally. "I'm so glad to hear your voice. Hutch!" she cried. "They've been saying say-ing you weren't going to come back for the derby, but I knew you would. The maps are all ready and both Tom and I have flown the route severs! sev-ers! times the last week to get the shortest point!" Hutch answered In monosyllables. He tried to be pleasant, but he could think only of Yvonne In the next room waiting for Hilary to go. "Anything I can do for you?" Sally 'asked casually. ! , "Not a thing. Sally," he replied, and wished fervently she would hsng up ! the receiver. Sally got something of I this from his tons. She could not I understand his attitude, but ahe aaidi I nothing. She had assured herself I that Hutch waa all right, that he : would be out early for the race. ! "Until I o'clockr she said. "Happy landings!" I Hutch turned from the phone with his hsnds shsklng. He took another drink and faced Hilary. "AVI HEE COMB OUT!" I "Will the race be tough?" Hilary 'asked. "It seems simple, but well all be I flying at top speed and we've got to : make every second count," Hutch answered, an-swered, trying to steady his voice, j "Everything depends on the pilot The smart one will win." "That means you!" Hilary answered i promptly. Hutch sat silent, looking Into the bottom of his glsss. Suddenly he srose, shook his heed and poured another an-other drink. ' i As the men talked. Yvonne watched 'and waited from behind the closed door. She could hear their talk and she clenched her fingernails into the pslms f her hands. Then suddenly she made a decision. Hutch must not fly the race! Somehow she must 1 stop him. As she listened to the two j men, and the clink of glasses, an idea ' came to her. She smiled, nodded, i Her plans were made. There waa one I way and she'd sea that that way succeeded. suc-ceeded. "Hsve another?" Hilary was saying to Hutch. The pilot nodded and moved his head restlessly. ! The photographer had been gone some time. Hilary grinned in a friendly fashion and remarked: "I propose a toast. To Yvonne!" 1 Hutch stood rigid for a second, then he tried to smile and touched his glas to Hilary's. "Come on. Hutch, be a sportr the newspaper man said suddenly. "Do von. and Yvonne think I'm dumb? Have her come out and take a drink with us!" (To Be Continued) (Copyright by Public Ledger) |
