BeutaA £aMe,
TENTH INSTALMENT
Monty Wallace has just arrived |
in California, having broken the
Bast-West cross country airplane
record. Natalie Wade, mistaken
by him for a newspaper reporter,
writes the exclusive account of
Monty's arrival, and succeeds in
securing a trial job with a paper
in exchange for the story. Natalie
becomes attached to Monty.
Although she discovers Monty's
love for her is not sincere, Natalie
admits that die loves him. She is
assigned by her paper to report
Monty's activities for publication.
Jimmy Hale, the newspaper's
photographer, becomes Natalie's
00-worker.
Natalie interviews Jabe Marion,
a wealthy airplane builder, who
decides to build a record-breaking
'round the world plane for Monty.
Marion's daughter, Sunny, ex
quisitely beautiful, is attracted to
Monty. She invites Natalie to dine
with her, when they meet the avi
ator unexpectedly.
Natalie discovers that Sunny is
jealous of her friendship with
Monty, and that she Is trying to
prevent them from being alone.
After driving to a mountain re
sort with Sunny and Jimmy,
Monty again declares his love for
Natalie.
Natalie induces Monty to set
out with her in an airplane search
for two missing aviators. At dusk
Monty lands the plane in the
open country, where he and
Natalie must spend the night.
Resuming the search in the
morning, they finally locate the
fliers. Natalie wires the story to
her paper. That night at dinner,
Marion announces a non-stop,
•round the world flight, with
Monty piloting the new plane,
"Sunny Marion.'
Monty's plan is to have ten re
fuelling stations along the route,
where pilots are to go aloft to re
fuel his plane. Monty flies with
Natalie to New York, where he
will begin the flight eastward.
They are followed by Jimmy and
Sunny.
They would be talking these
men, of casual things over their
short-wave sets while the man she
loved went to his doom for all
they knew, over the Atlantic.
When a storm struck their ship
over the Alleghanes as they head
ed for the southern route of flight
her last hope of Mont's safety fled
That storm would overtake him
in mid-Atlantic. It would hurl
him down into the angry ocean.
Her imagination pictured him
going to destruction and she wish
ed that she might go with him.
But Jabe Marion laughed at her
fears when she said something of
the sort.
"Mont knows what he's doing,"
he declared. "It's a daring thing,
but he is using that storm to cut
his flying'time on the first leg. It
means a tail wind for him most of
the way."
Their own ship mounted high
er and higher to escape the fury
of the wind. Both pilots stuck to
the forward cabin. Now and then
she was sure they were anxious
about the fate of their own plane.
But at last she knew that the
danger was past. Moonlight shone
on a rolling sea of clouds beneath
at last and when they made their
early morning stop even these
clouds had disappeared.
It was still early to have word
from Mont. But it seemed to her
significant that he had nowhere
circled a vessel or shown the great
white MAC on his under wing sur
faces to any person anywhere.
The night had been madness
and now the day flight over the
desert stretched before her like a
terrifying sentence of imprison
ment.
Jimmy had paid her little heed.
But he had hung over Sunny Mar
ion throughout the night and even
now was clinging to her arm as
they moved about the hangar
grounds after breakfast.
Jabe Marion had been kindly
but there had been little under
standing in him. He wondered ap
parently that a mere newspaper
writer could be so much concern
ed at the outcome of the flight.
Father and daughter now moved
together toward the tri-motor and
Jimmy Hale stood for an instant
at Natalie's side.
"Keep a stiff upper lip, kid," he
said huskily. "Plenty worse fliers
than him have made it easy across
the Atlantic."
She thanked *him for the cour
age that word gave her and climb
ed with him into the cabin of their
ship.
Another stretch of dreary hours,
another and another and at last
they were dropping down on the
home port. Natalie wanted to leap
and race to the flight office for
word of Mont. But she managed
to sit still till the plane grounded.
Then she walked with the others
to the company hangar.
A couple of young men from the
office came out to meet them.
"Any word?" she cried out when
she could not keep silent any long
er.
She faltered when they shook
their heads.
But when they came closer and
said quietly that Mont was over
due at the first control station,
she gave a little cry and slumped
to the ground. Blackness engulfed
her and she knew no more till
they brought her to in in the
small office.
Her eyes, opening, lighted first
on Jimmy Hale's white face.
Sunny stood beside him and
her face showed genuine alarm.
But that glance of triumph was
still there, it seemed, as Natalie
struggled to sit up.
"Gosh, kid, you gave us a
scare," cried Jimmy. "Don't take
It so hard. You know Mont Wal
lace. He isn't licked yet."
"I know," Natalie said softly,
"but it frightens me to think of
him alone out there."
Mack Hanlon burst into the
place then. He seemed as much
concerned as Jimmy. "What's the
matter, Nat? They told me you
passed out."
"Just scared, I guess," she told
him. "And tired. Let me get at a
typewriter and I'll give you a
yarn."
"Forget it," Mack bade her.
"Take the day off till you get in
to shape."
But Natalie insisted on writing
what she could, and as she wrote
her courage came back. For she
found herself writing the story
of the millions who waited for
word of the world flier. And the
story was one of prayer and con
fidence.
"If the lift of human hearts
can keep his plane aloft," she
wrote, "then Mont Wallace is
safe."
It seemed as she wrote that this
must be true, that Mont could not
fail and she finished with new
strength, to wait for the delayed
news from him.
Jimmy had gone on to the of
fice. Sunny and Jabe Marion had
gone home to rest, leaving behind
instructions that the first word
should be relayed to them. But
Natalie could not rest. She could
not leave the side of the little
radio operator who huddled over
his short-wave set.
It was dark outside the small
office, when at last the operator
stiffened suddenly to intense lis
tening.
"Great scott, what a flight!"
the operator shrieked, rattling his
key like mad. "Moscow?" The
second control. Boy, oh boy!"
Natalie was on her feet, shriek
ing.
She grabbed the office tele
phone then and yelled the news
to Mack Hanlon who had taken
the late watch, while the little op
erator poured details into her
ears.
"He passed up the first control.
Broke all records across the At
lantic. Had gas enough left for
Moscow. Went straight through
riding the tail-wind,"
Mack was yelling in turn at the
other end of the line. Someone
was using another line to notify
jabe Marion and Sunny.
"Refueling O. K. at Moscow,"
Natalie shrieked on. "He's off for
No. 5 taking the northern route.
That's Siberia. They can't stop
him now."
She banged out another story
for the early extras and then rac
ed for home and bed.
Jimmy got her on the line just
before she turned in and his en
thusiasm nearly matched her own.
After that she slept .The flight
for her was as good as over. She
wanted to be ready to write the
story of his success.
It was late when she waked but
she did not lose heart when she
found that Mont was again unre
ported. That day she wrote an
other story and even when noth
ing had been heard of him that
night she went home in serene
confidence that success was his.
Morning, however, sent her in
to panic again. She had left word
that she was to be called when
the report came but there had
been no call. The telephone told
her that nothing had been heard.
She knew that he. carried gasoline
enough to cover two legs of the
ilight at once if he chose. But
now he should have been ready
for the flight to Nome and he
could not make that without re
fueling.
Another day passed and anoth
er then It was certain that he was
down somewhere. No possible
hope could be held out. He was
down somewhere in Siberia as
Jimmy Mattern had been.
Mattern had come through af
ter tremendous hardships. Natalie
knew that if Mont still lived he
faced the same difficulties. Some
where in the awful wilderness of
Russia's old prison colony he was
dead or fighting for his life.
The girl went under then. She
could not hold up longer. She
could not battle through her daily
story of the search for him.
Mack Hanlon saw it and told
her she must take a rest.
"You've been working on your
nerve," he told her. "You've got
to quit for a while. Your Job will
be here when you want. The old
man told me this morning. But
you've got to get yourself in shape.
It's no good trying to go on."
But idleness was almost as bad,
it seemed as work. For days she
stayed in bed but it seemed that
ihe could not rest. When exhaus
tion finally claimed her, she
would go into a dim consciousness
that passed for sleep but she
would wake as tired as before, as
little able to think or to fight.
Jimmy Hale called up now and
then and told her he would let
her know the instant anything
was heard but he would not come
to see her.
"I can't do it, Nat," he said,
"while Mont is missing. If he's all
right, I'll be up, and if they find
him dead, 111 stick with you till
the end of time. But I can't come
up now, kid. Don't ask me."
At last she understood what was
the matter with Jimmy. He was
putting up Ids own fight. He had
deiiied his love for her and had
fought his battle, but he knew he
would have it all to do over again
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if he saw her. And besides, there
was some strange honor In him]
that would not let him come to
her while there was a chance that I
Mont would be back.
Perhaps, it was not quite that
either. It was too much like wait
ing for Mont's death and that he
might hope- it meant to him.
With Mont alive Jimmy could
come back knowing there was no
hope for him. With Mont dead, he
might come back with hope. But
not to know was too much for
Jimmy Hale.
Her heart went out to the boy.
And then one day when she was
sitting on the ocean shore trying
toget back her strength to meet
the dread news she was sure would
one day come, she saw that Jim
my walked with Sunny Marion
along the rocks above.
The girl seemed to be a shadow
of herself. Natalie sat up. For the
first time it occurred to her that
Sunny might be as hard hit as
she. Surely the tragedy of uncer
tainty ought to have brought
them together before this.
Sunny was spreading a
on the rocks and Jimmy left her
there presently without seeing
that the girl below was Natalie
Wade.
When the boy was gone, Nata
lie climbed up to where the golden
girl sat staring at the sea.
Sunny sprang up at sight of her
as though she saw a vision.
"Natalie," she cried. "Please
Natalie, don't come up here. Don't
look at me like that."
"Don't be silly!" Natalie tried
to laug. "You and I ought to get
together. If we're going to go
crazy over the same man, we
might as well get it off our chests
by talking to each other.
Sunny stood helplessly while
Natalie climbed the rock to her
side .When the dark girl took her
into her arms. Sunny burst into
tears.
"Oh, Nat," she cried, with sobs.
"I cheated. I loved him so. I was
bound you shouldn't have him.
You know, I think. I was out with
him that night."
"Let's forget about all that."
Natalie begged. "Let's just talk
about him."
And so, clinging to each other,
they sat together beside the sea
until a madman raced his car
along the beach and ran scream
ing to where they sat.
Jimmy was speechless when he
reached the two. He was not much
given to running, though he could
run, as f he had once, demonstrated.
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