The Washington times., 1934-04-28


what kind Of sandwich do
you want? Would you like some
thing to drink? Is Kevin gomez"
"YeS-we finished with the
paper around eleven. Kevin left
then. He has to go to Los Gatos
tomorrow morning - to the
Carew's, you know"
"Oh!" said Pippin. "Well-
I'll forage around and see what
delicacies can find"
Pippin made the sandwiches
with great dispatch. She moved
quickly to keep pace with the
deep, gnawing ache in her mind.
Spending Sunday with Jane
Carew again! She was ready to
weep because the light, tender
moment when his lips whispered
against her ear had meant so
much.
Alone in her room, Pippin
folded the kimono deftly. She
knelt q while lingering the silks
in the camphor wood chest. She
was seeing Bills face with the
lips smiling but the brown eyes
intent, questioning, a little sad.
you're not listening to me, Pip
pin-you're off in a dream some
Where-I wish you'd come back"
Dismal View
She closed the chest and
thought darkly: "Well-that's
that! And that's all of that!"
She lay in bed, her thoughts
centered about the ache in her
heart. What is this strange, ter
rible, compelling power one hu-
man being exertS on another?
Is it really nothing but a chemi-
Cal attraction? And are the
older people right? She had
often heard them talk-with
such sweet Gisdain. Young love!
Nothing but a wild infatuation;
an insane physical magnetism.
It soon passes. Nothing remains;
no companionShip of the spirit,
no community of interests. And
Of all the men in the world, the
one who has this binding power
on you, may be the least suitable
as a life mate. Because you are
madly attracted is no proof you
should be attracted.
But this was too dismal, too
calculating view. Pippin didn't
at all believe it. Older people
forget. They look back but mem
ory is not the same as the living
moment.
Yet that week she was very
sweet to Gregg and she did not
fight against the attraction Bill
had for her. Every evening she
went with him in the plane.
Once he let her handle the
wheel alone. When her eyes,
beautiful with excl t ement,
looked into his, he shouted:
Like it? What did I tell you?
You'll be good at it! You'll be
great!"
Thursday they were returning
from an unusually long flight.
Below them the rhythmic shore
line of Monterey swept down
from the vast rock cliffs of the
Highlands past the deep pine
forest to flare open on the bluest
Of blue bays.
"The most poetic spot in the
world. Shall we stop off and
have dinner? Be afraid flying
home in the dark, Pippin?"
mot afraid! Let's stop!"
"Next week if you're camel"
She smiled and tried to make
out the sand dunes. They were
SO glistening white. But even the
high spray daShing on the rocks
was but a momentary bubble
that she half saw and half
fancied she saw.
Broken Oil Line
They sailed north, then east
ward till they were over the val
ley and the rough, hulking
mountains in the background
Of Livermore. The peaks were
purple. Far out toward the
sea a mist had gathered. The
sunset sky was full of flowers
that gradually fell to pieces,
streWing petals Of flame from
the highest cliff to the far
faint horizon line.
Look out, Bill-all living
color!"
He nodded. His face had a
set, anxious look and he didn't
take his eyes from the gauge.
Engines a bit hot. Don't
worry!"
But she saw that he flew low
er; they were circling about,
and all the land below them
had a wild, deSolate aspect as
though no human thing had
even traversed it's gaunt, un.
friendly reach.
"I'l find a place to land.
Oil feed line is broken.
She said nothing. She
though: "It's so lonely!" and
her heart stretched a bit.
Now they were above a wide,
barren field, wedged between
the dark, gloomy hills. AS they
descended, the ground showed
newly plowed.
Bill took up again, making a
wider circle. He flew down
again, then went high. Pippin
watched his profile. It seemed
to grow thin, pale, grim.