San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-08-12

ely" invited PauIs big plaearu
! beside the concrete. Drive in and
! fly." But no one drove in; so Pau
wiped his Lands and sat down in the
shade of a wing and snapped tbs
string around the brown paper cor
tanning his lunch.
He ate the fruit first and was con-
sidering whether he would eat any
thing more, when he noticed that q
new roadster had turned from the
road and was approaching over the
dry grass of his field.
He saw that the driver was a girl
and that she was alone; SO, as he
arose, he diagnosed her mOnotonous!y
10 himself, another thrill chaser"
They kept him in business-the thrill
chasers; but he was growing weary
of them. They flew, not so much for
the glory of the fight as to brag about
it afterward.
-Good morning; where's the pilotE
this girl greeted him.
Il am the pilot" Paul replied.
"Where's Paul Cranston, mean,
she corrected, with plain indication
that Paul Cranston would not be this
oil and sweat-stained man in khaki.
Il am Paul Cranston."
OH she took his word for it, then
apologized. I'm sure 1 beg your par
don. I'd read about you. you see: AM;
just now driving in with the sun in
my eyes
''Of course, see," Paul put in, anu
he did. for he knew what she had reat
about him.
It was a decidedly flattering write
ND Of the Cranstons in general, which
had appeared in the Chicago paper.
when he started his flying field a
couple OF months ago Not having a
great deal to say for Paul himself, ex-
cept that he had been trained during
the war and had flown in France. the
newspapers naturally made much OF
the fact that be was of the Providence
Cranstons, and so this girl had nat
ural expectations of q far more i'm
pressive person than Paul.
However, since you are Mr.. Grams
TOM she went on practically, shall
we get down to business"
That's what I'm here for" Paul
admitted.
"All right then; do you take or
special commissions 49,
FOR flight?'
"Of course; but to special places
and under special conditions:
Yes: / can"
"And you can keep it quiet? Not
say a word about it?'
Certainly can, if you WISH" Paul
agreed.
You'll fly me to Detroit before Z
o'clock, then: simply have to be
there by four or there's no use trying
at ell. And-well, 1 simply have to
make it. SO if you can get me there.
and keep It absolutely quiet, name
your own figure"
"Step down." Paul invited.
"You mean you'll do it,
Nonstop to Detroit is a fairly
large order" Paul admitted, but fol-
an adequate reason, l can do it."
Believe me, the reasons adequate,
the girl said. and stepped down.
She was perhaps 22. a dark-haired
dark-eyed girl of an interesting type
which Paul had been noticing fire.
guently since he came TO Chicago.
She was CARRIED entirely in white
Her slim, well-shaped hands wor'
white kid gauntlets--a rank extrava
gance when driving. He could no
see her hands, therefore, but he haC
10 fear that they were worn from
work. Her small feet were in whit,
buckskin oxfords of special handmad
last. and her white silk hat was a.;
particularly smart, small creation
CHANGING from her 10 the car, Pau
observed that it had a custom-buIl
body on the most VIGOROUSLY expcn
sive chassis. Beyond any doubt, an
assuming that her start was on som
polyglot tenement street somebod
close to her had prospered. Pap
probably, Paul thought. He put Ia
beginning of her epoch Of prosperit
before her marriageable age-abou
the time she was fourteen. Tha
would have given papa opportunity (
enter her at some extravagant finisi
ing scnooi-
THE distance to Detroit" sal
Paul. lis not only a mater of add
iional oil aud gas. 1t is so risky, II
deed. that il you came TO me to ho
you to Detroit, on nonstop fligl
for the fun Of it, l would not I
justified, if anything hapDered. U
the other hand, if it was TO save III
or s5me ones happiness, there woul
- Justification
"In other words, you want to kno
.es I've got to get TO Detroit 1