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January 21, 1943

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 17

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MASON CITY* GLOBE-GAZETTE CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT W h e n the opportunity did present itselt for Abby and Paige to return to Honolulu, it was by Clipper. As they hurriedly packed light baggage, in answer to a quick call, Paige remarked, "1 hope my luck holds, at least until we take olf. I have seen Eugenia but that one time, and that's been »t least three weeks." "And you won't," Abby stole a second from her work. "I had what is known as 'words' with Eugenia. I'm the only person who can call me homely and get by with it. San Francisco wasn't big enough for the two of us--as I pointed- out to her." The white- haired woman smoothed the 'hips of her zebra-striped silk dress with motions as savage as her attack on the blond girl, then returned ,to the battle of stuffing too many clothes into one bag. Soon she put on a brown Alas- ka.seal coat over the ferocity of her.zebra dress. Paige was elbowing her way into the gray- striped topcoat that matched her suit, the same traveling outfit ·he had worn when leaving with Rusty ,,on the Mazatlan. ' J'Paige," blurted .Abby, For several minutes Abby was quiet except for her jaws, busy with chewing gum. Finally she said. "I wonder how soon we set fed?" Paige laughed aloud. "You're beginning to like it here, Abby." THURSDAY, JANUARY 21, 1943 Restwick * Carnes was flying "I've before and I'm saying it ?gain, for the last time, you don't HAVE to go with me." "You need someone with you." To lessen the anxiety in the little woman's faded eyes the girl added, "Besides, I want to go -it'll be such fun to see Rusty. I want to watch him squirm." Abby Tyson made no answer. It was difficult to believe, even when the Clipper was traveling very, very gently upward, that they were 011 their way to Hono- seemed isolated, \vhat it had en-. lulu. The place inaccessible dured. Gradually Abby began to !can back from her decidedly uncomfortable perch on the edge ot her seat. "I wish I could decide it I like it up here. I'll admit the water doesn't seem so cold and wet from this height." "That's right," agreed Paige. She chuckled. "And there is another advantage. I£ you're so scared you sleep in your clothes tonight, it will be for only one night instead of four as it was on the Lorelei. Pierre wouldn't have to go through so many fits." also, in a private plane. The one he kept at his Kaneohe place. The one he had kept in the city had gone up in flames as the military planes had. "Not that you would be allowed to fly even if it had not been destroyed," he had been told. "The armed forces must not be confused unnecessarily by unknown planes." All the same, Rusty was in the air, for the first time since that fateful December 7. And it was Jlorious to be flying. That is, fly- ng as he was, strictly for pleasure. It was glorious also, to be defying orders. They even wanted to take the sky away from him. He intended to enjoy this freedom to the utmost. That was what flying should be. Freedom. Not a stilted martial pattern of many planes bent upon destruction. It was an escape, a place to go when you wanted to be even more important than Restwick Carnes 111. It was where you went when you wanted to s feel you owned the world. You could look down and see so much o£ it. That was the way Rusty felt about flying. He headed higher into the sky, did several sharp turns, and then some dips, just to prove he really could fly. The trouble was, a guy like General Clemmons could make a young fellow wonder about himself. Rusty didn't like that. He increased his speed and climbed still higher. He began to circle, around and around, over his and Abby Tyson's plantations. Yes, .Restwick Carnes intended to enjoy this ride.. He had had hard time getting up. The planta- tiorl runway had been clotted with weeds and floxvers and vines. AH that interference had to be cleared and by only one boy. Other boys had been assigned temporarily to war duties. Just another example, Rusty thought furiously, of the ac-. cursed.war ruining his life. , He turned his ship and flew toward the Pali. The wind, treacherous enough when one was on the ground, was even more dangerous in. a plane. Kusty felt the little ship's body toss as if it were made of paper. He leaned to one side to peer down at that steep mountain and into the rocky wet valley below it. If a plane fell there it would be the same as dropping an egg in a rock garden. Suddenly he wondered into what sort of pliice Denison's plane had fallen. The thought made him shiver. He remembered also standing at Eugenia's hotel windows after she had told him of Paige's past, remembered also, watching the planes out over the harbor. He remembered his certainty that Paige's Denison had fallen purposely; he remembered how intensely he had understood a man taking that way out if confronted with such a sorrow now. The situation was reversed. His Eugenia was the wicXed one, wicked with a wickedness that chilled the blood. Restwick Carnes 1 - lungs gasped for air. He realized he had been holding his breath for several seconds. The palms, even the back of his hands, were wet. He felt as if something verminous were crawling along his spine. Fighting the battering wind, he nosed his little ship toward its home hangar. Choppo's joyous yell greeted him when he landed before the plantation hangar. The youngster came running across the grass-covered field. "Take me up this time, Husty. Take me. Will you, huh?" The man's hand clutched the thatch o f - h a i r on Choppo's head so tightly that, for a second, tears were hard to control, but Choppo] managed. The gaze he lifted to Restwick Cat'nes was dry. He did not repeat his pleading to be taken up. He just trailed at Ihe man's feet, into the wide lanai, across the living room, on into a library where Rusty sat down behind an enormous desk. He spoke to the child, "Choppo, I have something very important to do. I want you to pack somt! clolhes and go with the houseboy io Denison Ware's." His voice was less strong. "I know how much you like Denison." The boy's expression was a mixture o£ anticipation and dutiful loyalty. "Oh, I do, Rusty. I always have fun with him, but I wouldn't --gee, Rusty, I don't wanna leave you. You might need me." ''Not right now. Run along, Choppo. Pack your riding clothes. And hurry, because as soon as you've gone I have to go up again." He listened to the boy's footsteps across the floor. They made tapping sounds up the stairs. Restwick Carnes reached for a shot-glass and poured himself a straight drink of Bourbon. He changed his mind and poured it into a highball glass, then picked up the bottle and added to it until the glass was three-fourths full. He filled it with plain water. He was glad he hadn't had a drink earlier in the day. There was something too warm and wonderful about a first drink. This was the moment for it. · He drank as it he were drinking water. A second time he filled his glass in the same manner. This time he walked to a mirror and looked at himself. Those sapphire- blue eyes were half frightened, half determined. The whisky rolled around his heart in a devil- may-care warmth that comforted. "Small detail!" muttered Rest- wick Carnes III, and drained his glass. W ¥ # The Clipper landing was a matter of closed windows and many soldiers standing nearby. The days of leis and music were gone. Abby's chauffeur, in answer to her cable, waa there. Not with her large limousine, but v.'ith a tiny coupe, "Even so, madame, we're a p t to have to cct out and pu^li--gas rationing, you know." Abby Tyson paid little a t t e n t i o n . She \vas busy searching ttie crowd. "Where is CtJOppo?" AJici llieiz she 5.,-ny Deniton Ware. Mantling beside his station wagon. "Where is Choppo'. 1 " she demanded of him. Her voice was alarmed. He dashed toward her and gripped her arm. "Choppo is with mo.'He--" his dark eyes darted to Paige's face, tried to find the answer to a question not even worded. "Abby, Rusty \venl ui iti In- !;···(· is- lerdny. He haH nn "·"' "But Rusty Is a wonderful pilot! He wouldn't liave u i i -- ' . "Oh, Denison--oh, poor l i t t l e Choppo:" They both swerved to watch PaiRc. Tiie yirl walked lo Hie small coupe and got in. Abby caught her chauffeur's eye and gestured to Cenison Ware's sla* lion wagon. She climbed in beiidc Deni- soa and they headed toward Kanc-oln:. Neither spofce for-m"iy " '··... - Finally Denisoa said, "Abby, ctioppo thinks Rusty was uumt; : u t . i ^ U i L n b .,,. the arjuy." "I'll remember." the little woman aatd. "And. Abby--" the dark-haired man renL'))?d over to grasp the hand that trembled like a leaf. "Children forget." Abby was motionless for an Instant a n d t t i p n she returned the touch of Denison Ware's hand. She even managed to t u r n and look at him with her brim- njtng eyes. "I knou-. dear. And," she consoled, "AO do adults. So will Paige. She'c not sricvina because ol love. It's a grief bom of decency a n d a generous hearl-rjust be I p a t i e n t , Denison. Just be patient. I (The End) SCORCHY / SM1TH- BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK WIU. ACORMS-fc PROVIDE. * MUCH . «04 FttB AS o* CotfH By R.J. SCQTT ·fHOUSANDS Of- CHlKESr \ V/OHC.H W(RE CRIPPLED B 1 / ASTYLE.rcEroFKNM.5S ir4 ·RICH** M l LIES WERE BOUHD M, CHILDHOOD,WHICH CONVEefEDTHF «£T info LITTLE- MORE THAN PEQ4. ·WE SHOE WAS WORN 3N WE' WEAT TOE. l.ON WILt- KoNEYBREAD KEEP DAILY CROSSWORD SEED ACBOBS ' I.' A lever 4. Dove sound 7. Strained ft. Reiplratory .organ* 12. Auumed . ' name, ·1J: Scarf I 14. Break 15. Cubic meter 18 16. Want of 21 variety U.Earth 32 /M/U| j --. ~ 20. Depend on tt. Twilled Vfabric 22. Girl's name 35. Part of day («bbr.) 36. Stringed .instrument fT. Helmsman -39. Hazy iO.Hljhert Affirmative 23. Queen of reply England Smart 24. Toward along trie Ice Eject* 26. A Stat« At one time (abbr.) Goby 28.Esker Arm bone 29. Smali vewel Magnificent 31. Sea gull Spires 34. Atoms Tidy 35. Leg Shade tree bone (pi.) Capital of 37. Coring Latvia Implement Shoulder 38. Long lor ornaments 39. Cattle BOB DOB) HSB QEIEJGi BQSJQH SIDES 3HBC3H aatDBQ EEBSH BBQEH QEOHB BQDI3Q G3DEE1H YeBterrfiy'i ABIMTCF 40. 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