Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1923-11-30


t@. 1919. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.)
Caroline Andrews stood at the open
window, looking wistfully after the
big gray car as II rolled away from
the gate. Aunt Bessie and Diana
waved their hands gayly, and the two
Misses Bassett bowed gracious fare
well.
MY middle name must be Cipder-
ella" sighed Caroline. 100 bad there
10 never an empty seat for mellow
have hoped they would ask me to go
to the aviation field with them to
welcome the fliers back from their
long tripl II would be wonderful to
see them emerge from the clouds, dim
gray specks. growing larger and larger
until they loom like great birds-Cin-
derella Andrews, wake upi find poor
little Nan and take her out to the
daisy nsld-perhaps we can see the
alrmen coming home"
Inspired by this thought, Caroline
discovered Diana's little daughter
about to food the upper floor with a
brimming bathtub and both faucets
running.
Let US 60 out and look for the
flying machines,' suggested Caroline
Wouldn't 1t be fine If we could 60 to
the flying field and watch them land,
and perhaps meet them face to face?'
"UmW agreed Nan, then she added
hopefully, Maybe they will fly over
the garden and come tumbllng down
then we could see them before mother
and grandma"
How dreadful, to think of their
falling such brave men, too"
II won't fink of that. will fink
they come because they want TO-"
THAT is better"
They sat down in the daisy field
and made wreaths OF daisies, until
suddenly Mans far-seeing eyes spied
something in the sky.
"They come-they comep she
danced excitedly.
Together they watched the gray
flecks separate, grow larger, larger.
They are coming this way. Caro-
line crleu nan.
Eyes. dearp
"Oh. he Is falling, falllng-look, he
might fall on beel" screeched Nan,
who had suffered a bitter experience
with bee the week before.
"Oh, Nan, can you hear themf'
"Um-sound like a million bees"
"They do--oh, dear, one is coming
downright herei'
"No--he Is gliding down-the other
machine Is keeping on to tho feld--
this one Is having trouble and Is
obliged to land here. Poor fellow--toO
bad to lose the race" sighed Caro-
line, who sympathized with the down
trOdden.
"Only one can win the race" painted
Nan running to keep up with the speed
: Of the descending machine.
THAT is true-I hope this one
doesn't care very much. II 1t should
happen to be Captain Browne, he will
not care very much, for he has won
so many medals for valor and cap
tured so many prizes"
"who Is Captain Brownef"
"A great hero, dear-one Of the
bravest men Of the great war. ! MET
him when he was leaving for France
and we grew to know him very well
but was very young girl and he
has forgotten me long agop She
sighed, for Ronald Browne had been
the hero of her girlish dreams and their
brief friendship was the beginning Of
what would have been a great love,
II duty had not called him away
i've years gone BY. OF course he wssld
not know her If he met her, but oh,
how much Il meant to her to b for
hidden that visit to the flying Geld
with a possible chance Of Seeing Asr
heroi
The great machine had landed at
the other end Of the nsld and Hiding
an obstructing fence. turned and came
bounding swiftly toward them. CARO-
line and Nan had to run into tbs
shelter Of the hedge to escape the
touch Of the widespread pinions.
Here comes man-1 think
IT'S your he-row." squealed Nan, to
whom life was one romance Gfter
another.
Hush, darling, see the poor nan h
staggering; perhaps he 10 huftP
They went TO meet him, sweet cen
eern on each face. The man, smSfg-
Ing from his helmet, disclosed q face
bronxed by sun and redeemed by Nihds.
A nne, brave face, with very sharp
blue eyes that singled out little Nan
and swung her to his broad sh2plaer.
IT hope you are not hurt" said Gar
cline, her heart throbbing faster tphn
his engine had done, for It was iAdesd
her Captain Browne.
mot at all, thank you; stlM and
sore from sitting so many houtb. Ny
engine has gone wrong, and II had
the proper tools here"
"You will find plenty Of tools IN the
garage. The man is away with the
car or he might help you" Caroline
pointed toward the house.
Nan, in her opinion, had been silent
long enough. Are you a he-rowr
she pIpsd. peerlng down from her
high perch.
"A poor hero. baby he laughed.
Lost my race to better man"
"A better engine, perhaps" muir
INJURED Caroline as she followed his
long stride through the grass
He turned and sent puzzled look
at her, a look of admiration, half REQ
oenltion. that. finally baffled, turned
away.
Maybe you are demlrlng my Caro-
line," said Nan quantity.
Maybe so. baby. She looks like