The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-08-16

wood everything would be as he
wanted.
1t was simply that he was unable
to conceive of a world in which
things were not as he wanted them.
For II years it had been that kind
of a world for ragonet-and he
had quite forgotten the hard years
which had preceded those 10 magic
ones.
II last they roared into the
n Crestmont airport and the
driver stopped the car with scream
ing brakes. 10 saw the plane, a
speedy snub-nosed monoplane, with
two cowled cockpits in line. AL
ready the propeller was turning and
the portable steps were ready by
the fueslage.
1T won't be such chummy
jaunt." Fragonet explained, get
ting out of the car. But therell be
stops when we can talk. I wanted
a cabin plane. with the seats to-
gether, but the fools sent up this"
JOS heart skipped a beat at the
realization that the pilot who had
delivered the plane would not be
returning with them. i hope, "
she said, trying her best to make
her voice sound jaunty, that you're
not as reckless plotting plane as
you are about other things"
Fragonet laughed. I'm good
pilot" he tod her.
In the tiny but modern Crestmont
airport station they drank some
black coffee, donned flying helmets
and fleece lined coats which Frag-
onet produced from the luggage
compartment of the plane. Almost
before she knew it, 10 was settled
deep in one Of the cockpits, con-
scious of the well-wishing grins Of
the hangar attendants who stood by
to watch the take-Off.
Fragonet, grotesque in his tight
helmet and goggles, turned and
waved to her. She nodded nerv-
ously felt the plane bouncing
roughly along the runway, felt it
lift smoothly beneath her.
When they had leveled out, and
Fragonet had given her another re-
assuring signal, 10 raised herself
slightly against the canvas belt and
peered below her. The trees looked
like squat shrubs in the afternoon
sunlight. Crest Lake, far in the dis
lance. was a blue gem hardly large
enough for a mans ring. And the
roofs of the Inn and the clrcllng
cottages we're maroon dots against
the green forest.
10 settled back into the cockpit
again. thinking of Bret, and Douglas
Marsh. Of Todd Barston, and
Babs-and good old Tubby. Which
of them would see her first again?
Or would she see any of them, ever.
She looked through the wind
shield at the helmeted head of Fra
Comet. He was plotting her now.
She felt helpless, more alone than
ever. Instinctively she wanted to
trust Fragonet. After all, he loved
her. After all, to Fragonet she was
important enough to guard and
guide and keep.
10 DARIEN would never forget
j her first awesome glimpse of Hol-
lywood. Miles before the plane had
reached the Los Angeles airport, she
had seen the vast stretch Of build
ings pressing from the blue sea into
the very foothills, and she had
thought, Can Hollywood be as big
as this?" Then she remembered
that Hollywood was in reality only
a section of a huge California
metropolis, that it had far 0utgrown
the days when it was a rambling
little town reached by a rather drab
highway, lined with eucalyptus
trees, from Los Angeles.
Those were the days when motion
pictures had been made in barn-like
structures-long before the era Of
Hollywood blvd's towers and Will
shire-blv swank apartment-hotels
and swankier shops.
She had been dead tired when
she climbed from the plane at the
airport and started out by car to
the apartment which F'ragOnet had
suggested for 10. Nevertheless she
watched eagerly and was surprised
when Fragonet said with a smile,
This is Hollywood, 10. ="
But how can you tell?" Joe
laughed.
Well Fragonet replied, "yOu
may see Comanche Indians on the
street-or gold miners or even
team of mules