The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-10-24
SYNOPSIS

While the newsboys shouted, "All
about the big gang killing" Fanchon
Meredith and man named Tony
planned their getaway. Tony gives
Fanchon $4,000 and reserves pas.
sage for her under the name of
Miss Smith on an airplane char
tered by the wealthy Mr.. Eames en-
route to New York. A fellow-pas-
senger, whom she had previously
met on the boat coming from
Hawaii, recognizes Fanchon. She
is Evelyn Howard. Evelyn is going
to live with the wealthy Mrs. ALI
son Carstairs, an aunt whom she has
never seen. Fanchon envies Evelyn
flying to happiness, while she is try
ing to escape because she was
Tony's girl-Tony, who lied his
way through life and whom she had
innocently accepted on face value.
CHAPTER III q
A. dusk they landed at the flying
field outside of the small town in
which they were to spend the night.
There was hotel of sorts and ac-
commodations had been arranged
for them. On the ground they were
all little stiff, little cramped.
Mrs. Eames confessed to a head
ache. She would, she said, go early
to bed as they were to start directly
after dawn on the morrow. The
pilot, the mechanic and the steward
vanished, it seemed, into thin air;
they were taking the plane back, on
the following day. Another plane,
another pilot and mechanic would
continue the trip. Il had chance"
Eanes told Fanchon and Evelyn,
when they had arrived at the hotel,
had washed up and inspected their
rooms and were dining together on
the best the hotel could afford, ITO
charter the planes from this particu-
lar company at less than usual rates.
A friend of mine," he said ilnpor-
family, backed it :"
He added that he and his wife and
son had wanted to make the two
stop fight rather than what he
termed the regular train and air"
trip. More unusual" he explained
complacently. He was, Fanchon
learned, from Jersey. President of
almost everything in the town. She
had swift mental picture of him
addressing some business mems
luncheon club on the future of avi-
alton. His son, it seemed, wished to
go into the commercial end OF it
it was for his sake, Mrs. Eames had
added, that they were taking the
trip.
After dinner everyone went to
their rooms. Fanchon undressed
and lay down OH the narrow bed and
stared through the one window. 1t
was still and warm. She couldn't
sleep. She was bone tired but she
couldn't sleep. If only there were
someone to whom she could talk, of
whom she might ask advice!
A knock at her door. MAY l
come in::' asked Evelyn Howard.
Fanchon called out please
do" and Evelyn, in a silk kimona
and floppy mules, her hair neatly
waved with combs and the combs
held in place with net, advanced
a cold-creamcd face into the room.
My rooms dreadfully hot; hotter
than this" she complained, II can't
sleep, I'm too excited"
She sat down on the bed beside
Fanchon and began to talk. She
hadn't, she said, any idea of what
Mrs. Carstairs' plans might be.
That they would include Southamp-
ton, Newport, Park Avenue, Europe,
the best shops, the most expensive
clothes and marvellous good times,
she hadn't the least doubt. She sat,
hugging her thin knees, her rather
pale blue eyes illuminated with ex-
pectation. after all these years of
school teaching" she exclaimed,
1T will be too wonderful! Breakfast
in bed, maid of my ownl Some
one to sew on straps! I've always
hated straps" she confded.
Fanchon laughed. Somehow that
touch made Evelyn seem more HUI
man, little more likable. She
wasn't, after all, such a bad sort.
How old are you:" Fanchon asked
the other girl, idly.
"Twenty-four. I've been teach
ing since was eighteen and I'm fed
up with it. But that's all over now.
We must sec something OF eacl,
either when we get TO New York"
Evelyn ratified OH. What are your
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