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STRAIT
GATE
By RUTH
COMFORT MITCHELL
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"Why not? Women have courage;
the skill they may learn. In the
ancient history of my country the
women fought often beside their
men.” *
"I know." She remembered the
governess’ books from the library.
"My grandmother,” he began
again, his voice warmer than she
had heard it before, “there eould
be no more of courage in woman or
•man.” Presently he said, "Your
grandmother I also like.”
Sarah Lynn kindled. “Oh, Great
granny’s splendid! She ran away
from home when she was fifteen
and joined an emigrant train and
came across the plains in a covered
wagon, and there were Indians and
hunger and thirst and —”
They were running into Danavale.
“Oh, not my uncle’s house! I want
to go home, please. To the left.”
It would be over in a moment and
there was a thing she must ask.
'Tve been wondering. There isn’t
any fear, I know that, of course,
but when you’re flying alone, hour
after hour, do you ever think about
death?”
"Often,” he told her readily.
“With great interest. But not with
—what is your word?—eagerment?”
She nodded; it seemed an excel
lent word.
"This house?” The large, corn
placement dwelling of Edwin and
Adelaide Dana was all golden win
dows. "Os death: yes. An adven
ture,” Gunnar Thorwald said, stop
ping the car. “Life is one adven
ture; death is another. I wish you
the good-evening.”
Sarah Lynn stepped out, and in
stantly, without another word, he
was away.
Gunnar Thorwald drove Conrad
Jordan’s car swiftly back to the air
port and found the Hermod put
away for the night and his friend
waiting for him outside the hangar.
"So,” the Norwegian ace said
gravely, “you are satisfied? I have
asked the pardon; 1 have taken her
to fly. It is finished.”
It must have been almost at the
same instant that Lynn Dana was
typing to his traveling cousin in
Geneva. ."And so, Sally Ann, my
dear, it has begun!”
Sarah Lynn was twenty years old
on the fifteenth of June. Her first
waking thought was, "Now I’m ex
actly old enough to begin my flight
training!"
For months she had been saying,
"I’d like to fly,” and “I want to
fly,” and finally, “I’m going to fly!”
but without any deeper delving into
the proposition.
Sarah Lynn’s place at the break
fast table was festive with flowers
and tissue-and-ribboned packages.
Her mother made much of birth
days.
Her dark and difficult daughter
opened her gifts with grateful
warmth and ran to kiss and thank
her. • *
“Fm so glad they you hap
py, darling. But you haven’t looked
at the big box yet.” she reminded
herarchly.
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It would be from Duncan Van Dor
en, of course, from the smartest of
San Francisco florists. She lifted
away damp layers of glistening
green paper and registered authen
tic appreciation. She touched lilies
of-the-valley and forget-me-nots and
tiny pink rosebuds with her brown
figer-tips. "Duncan has perfect
taste.”
“Ah, yes. hasn’t he?” her mother
said gratefully. “Will you arrange
them now, dear? The low green
bowls and the little crystal vases
for the lilies?”
"You fix them for me, Mother,
please! You do it so much better—
and Penny's waiting. I promised
to walk with her.”
Mrs. Dana was wistfully cheery
about it, sure that a brisk walk
would do her child good. "But don’t
stay away too long, darling!” she
said with the look which meant her
sly, sweet hopes. “Happy plans for
the birthday."
Sarah Lynn found the governess
and the greyhound waiting for her.
They set off together through the
Increasing loveliness of the day.
"Queer! No presents from Great
granny and Uncle Lynn!”
“Ah, well, the day’s not done!”
Miss Pennington wagged her head
in its stern, .out-dated sailor hat.
"Penny, where shall we go? The
high meadow? Remember how I
used to tease the ladybugs and
make them fly away home and tell
them their hoqses were on fire and
their children would burn?”
"I remember.”
"Uncle Lynn and Great-granny
used to call me Ladybug, didn’t
they? I haven’t thought of that for
years.”
"Haven’t you, Indeed?”
Something in her tone made Sarah
Lynn halt. “Penny, dear, we are
going too fast? Lightning seems to
set the pace but we can shift into
low if you like!”
"Certainly not!”
"Oh, look at Lightning;” The
greyhound, at the bend of the road,
tensely silhouetted, was gazing fix
edly into space. "Isn’t she glori
ous when she’s sighting something?
Her lines do things to me, like sun
sets and symphonies.”
They rounded the curve and Sar
ah Lynn cried: "There’s a plane!
Look, Penny—a plane in our field!”
She began to run, Lightning bound
ing before with shrill, suspicious
barks.
There in the center of the broad
meadow, searing already toward the
long, bright, rainless summer, an
airplane rested on the ground like
some great bird briefly breaking its
flight. It did not look disabled to
Sarah Lynn, and the pilot stood un
hurt beside it. Out of gas, prob
ably. There was a closed car close
by, and she was abreast of it be
fore she realized it was the one
shared by her great-grandmother
and her uncle.
She stood still, then, beginning to
shake with excitement.
The ancestress hopped nimbly out
of the machine and hurried to her.
There were dabs of dull crimson on
her cheek-bones and she was laugh
ing in her shrill, cackling giggle.
Her great - granddaughter man
aged a strangled whisper. "What—
what is it?”
"It’s your covered wagon, Sairy
Lynn!”
"For me? To keep?” Questions
going off like a string of small fire
crackers.
“Yours,” Lynn Dana answered
from the windows of the car.
She ran to him, her mouth work
ing. "Uncle Lynn, Uncle Lynn! Not
—belonging to me? To fly?”
"All yours and only yours. Many
happy returns from Great-Granny
and me. We let Conrad Jordan and
Gunnar Thorwald pick it out for us,
but we were very firm about having
a Gipsy Moth.” He grinned at her.
"It \vas the nearest we could get”
Then she saw what he meant. The
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The pilot tugged briefly at his cap.
"Le Roy’s my name. Flew her
over for you.” He had a deeply
scarred face and a bitter mouth,
but there was a look of weathered
and seasoned youth about him.
"Want to take a has?”
Continued next week
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