The Prescott daily news., 1920-03-03
THE FLYER
By T. B. ANDERSON

stand why pretty Althea Dorrance favored Gale Marston as a sweetheart, least of all her crossgrained pars.- monious, yet wealthy grandfather. He allowed her no visitors. and when he sound that she was meeting Gale candesunely at the rear garden gate. he surprised the romantic duo and eaye Gale a severe dressing down. If I find you skulking about my premises again." declared the drastic old tyro, "Tll get out my shotgun You'd better do something in the world before you think of getting mar rled."
 The tawnt cut deep. To his own way of thinking, Gale averaged pret- ty we'll for young man of twenty two. He had worked up from entry derk to bookkeeper, was receiving ouite a liberal salary. lived respect ably, dressed we'll and loved Althea, which was the erux of the situation. And Althea loved him in return that was the joy that drove away the despair caused by the cruel and cheer less opposition of crusty, mean souled old man.
 Do something in the world, eh?" communed Gale with himself, as he saw Althea driven, rather than led. into the house by her tyrannical rela- tive in tears What does he mean? I'm headed right in business way and they elected me president of the Merchants club last week. They gave me a great sendoff in the papers. too. Maybe the old curmudgeon is think ing of Darcy Moore, who invented new collar button and made lot out of it. Or that favOrite of his, Ben Junkin. I'll bet that's it! Junkin has become professional aviator. MT. Marston tried to interest Althea in Junkin, but she won't have 1t. Yes, he's limiting at what a superior fel- low Junkin is. His stunts down at the aviation training field make the old man think he's won fame and is worthy of winning Althea! Well, it's given me an idea"
 The young mans idea was soon put into execution. He decided to cater to the belief that to amount to any thing in the world fellow must be- come a hero, or a money success, at tain notoriety and get to be looked upon as Somebody" The aviation field seemed sensational and popular. They were offering to teach aspirants the way to fly at the field. ten miles distant, with view to training re- cruits for the army and postal service in the future. Gale got a leave of absence of two days and went down to Ardmore.
 Ben Junkin was there, the king of the roost, so to speak. He was so filed with sense of his own impor- tance, that he feigned great interest in Dale's frankly expressed aspiration to become an "ace." He flattered the hopes of the novice and then took one of the expert aviators aside.
 "See here, Jim," he said coniden- tially, 1T want you to put that fellow through the paces. He's got the fly ing bug. Encourage him. Wear him out with the tests
 "A1l right" acceded the other.
 Gale Marston never forgot the day he put in with these practical jokers. They took him to a building where tub-like contrivance wheeled him around on his feet at lightning speed. This he was told was done to test any tendency towards dizziness. Then he was swung aloft on one foot to dls- cover any tendency towards rush or blood to the head.
 When Jim took him up in the ar he gave the propellers tip which sent the victim rolling to the bottom Of the pit. Then he made a sharp dive with the machine, yelling out' "Oughl I've lost control!" He al- lowed the airship to strike the ground nose first, and Gale was sent whirllng twenty feet across the field. By thls time Gale began to suspect horseplay. He lighted himself pluckily, sat OF the ground, lit cigarette and coolly remarked:
 Fine exercise, eh?"
 He was bruised, he had been fright fully scared, he was through wilh aeronautics, but Gale displayed sheer pluck to the last and, limping from the field, decided that he would there after devote his energies distinctly to winning Althea exclusively. No more trucking to the prejudices or favonF ism Of the whimsical .'osiai Tor rance lie gut word tO A'tllea uh"