The Washington times., 1934-04-26

In love with long ago. 1snE ne'
Pippin?"
She said, smiling: eyes, along
with the grocery clerk and the
musician"
mo. Not along with them.
Does he know you love him?"
She gave a sudden quick, con-
fused laugh: II haven't told
him; he hasn't asked. I don't
think he's going to ask. Bill.
He's interested in one thing
his work. You know the old
line Down to Gehenna or UP to
the throne, he travels fastest
who travels alone
Bills brown eyes usually gay
and carefree were now fixed in
tently on Pippin's. He said
slowly: "You wouldn't interfere
with his work, Pippin."
Thanks a lott" The pleading
anxiety in Bills face. urged her
to add: I'm not waiting to get
married, Bill. I'm not even
thinking of it. I have four
months more at college. Then I
want to get a Masters Degree.
I can arrange to work for it in
my fathers laboratory. After
all, I'm not quite 81. I want to
wing through the sky like a bird
for a year or two yet"
Bill glanced about, saw no one
passing and reaching down with
q happy chuckle, touched his
lips to Pippin's cheek.
She said with a shock, yet
thrilled by his audacity: I'm the
broad daylight"
Good any time, dear!"
That afternoon while Pippin
studied. the scene with Bill and
Kevin, both bare-headed in the
sunlight, kept passing across the
page. She wondered what Kevin
thought. Did he think about it,
at all? She lived again that mo-
ment when his hands touched
her face: his lips on her closed
eyes and on her mouth so that
her whole being flowed out in
love to him But did he mean
her to dwell on this? A mere
random impulse induced by the
music, the soft lights, any pretty
girl
Second Flight
She turned again to her book
and resolutely. grimly, put his
image out of her mind.
That evening Bill took her
again in the plane. They flew
northward. A distant mountain
range flashed snowy peaks
against the purple sky. Below
them the whole vast San Fran
cisco Bay was turned to gold;
the brown bare cliffs that wall
the northern channel of the
Golden Gate were dreamy in a
veil Of silver mist.
"It'S Oeautiful!" Pippin called.
''You are!" Bill answered.
It was Deep twilight when
they returned to the flying field.
The moon had already risen, an
enormous yellow disk that
looked as though it might drop
from the low turquoise sky. Bill
pointed to it, letting his hand
drift back across Pippin's hair.
There seems a tide of feel
ing in us. The moon pulls on it
as it pulls on the sea. I've
thought Of you so many times
when I've walked the ship at
night with only the moon for
company that I can't look at it
now without seeing an image Of
you with your hair blowing and
your eyes aShine. You were good
company il the lonely times"
The darkness weaved about
them like a web closing. Bill
leaned down and with his arm
about Pippin said softly: "You
used to say sweet things to me,
Pippin. You've no idea the dear
delightful things you used to
say"
His face cut sharply with a
kind of light through the half
dark. She felt a warmth, a pity
or a tenderness and closed her
eyes with sigh when Bill kissed
her.
They had dinner together. It
was after 9 o'clock when she
bade good night to Bill and went
with a little rush across the
veranda, intending to pound
away for the next two or three
hours at her books.
She stepped into the living
room. A shadow took life and
came toward her.
Don't get fused. I'm not 60
ing to jaw at you. You've been
having a swell time. You didn't
give me the date last Saturday.
You've been out Monday, Tues
day and Wednesday. You forgot
we had this date for tonight.
I've been here since quarter Of
eight. But it's all right. I'm not
Sore!"
Pippin was afraid to look in
Gregg's face. There was catch
in this generosity somewhere.
His sharp intense blue eyes
narrowed. This always made his
nose pugnaciouS and his jaw
prominent.
Lets 60 in there to that
sun room. I'VE got some things
there I want to read to you"
Forgotten Dates
Gregg had two bookS-one
was on Russia. He turned the
pages. parts Of which he had