The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-04-11

The trip was rough. 1t would
have been bad enough, Irene
thought, if she hadn't been expected
to serve lunch. but the task Of pre-
pairing even the simplest meal in q
kitchenette which consisted Of foot
square shelf was a difficult one As
she poured the coffee the cream up
set and when she stopped down tc
mop up the cream, the hot coffee
slid down her neck.
Then just when the trays were
ready to serve the plane hit an un-
expected air bump and the coffee
spilled for the second time all over
the napkins and plates. It was al
most as If the mischievous Tom
MERIT was doing it deliberately to
torment her.
BY the time they reached Seattle
Irene was glad to stumble into the
I Limousine bound for the hotel where
rooms for the air hostesSes we're re-
served.
] she felt i'll and discouraged. If all
the trips were like this one, 1t
wouldn't be worth it, she thought,
hurrying out Of her clothes and slip
ping into a bed which continued to
pitch even after she had closed her
eyes.
She must have slept, because when
she opened them it was after and
the telephone was ringing. Toms
voice Jeered, you sound as if you
had been asleep"
Il have"
AT 8 in the evening? Get dressed
and let's go places"
Once before she had accepted that
invitation to learn that Toms idea
of a perfect evening was succession
of amorous advances leading up to
the inevitable conclusion.
Il can't" she evaded. Too tired"
Don't be that way" he begged.
I'll leave you alone if that's what
you're afraid Of"
I'm not afraid, Tom. Just too
exhausted to battle with you"
There will be no battle" he
promised. Word of honor. Come
on. 1t will do you good"
Thus urged, Irene rose and
dressed again. To find just as she
suspected that Toms word on such
matters was worthless. He let her
alone just long enough to eat her
dinner, then he began.
What do you have against me,
baby? Why won't you kiss me?"
That any girl might not want to
kiss the handsomest pilot on the
air line was incomprehensible.
you're the funniest kid I ever
saw" he said, when after an eve
ming wasted in argument he brought
her back to her hotel. II can't I'M
derstand how a girl as pretty as you
are can be 50 Self-sufficient"
Perhaps that's why" she an
sWered YEARLY.
TIVE trip to Portland and to
Il San Francisco were uneventful
But an incident occurred on the
way home from Los Angeles that
week which strengthened her reso-
luton not to accept engagements
with passengers. A man got on at
the Burbank airport after bidding
his wife and two children good-by.
He was a tired looking man in his
early thirties, slender and well
dressed, but wearing black beret.
His wife was young and blond and
pretty. The children daintily fresh
IN summer clothes danced about him
shouting, I'VE want to go with you,
daddy. Take us, too"
1t was the noise they were max
ing which attracted Irene's atten-
ton in the first place. Then she
saw that there were tears in the
eyes of the girl who chung to him
She was still watching as the plane
circled back past the airport, but
her husband was too busy getting
settled to look for her. The name
on his ticket was Norman Drury anc
he was going to San Francisco.
When Irene perched on the arm
of his chair to chat as was her Gus.
tom he said, Aren't you new?"
I've been working two weeks"
II make this trip once or twict
a month" he said. And I was sur'
I hadn't seen you before. On,
wouldn't forget a girl like you."
She smiled and started to NOV,
away.
Don't goI" he begged. I'D hk
to talk to you. My interest in pref
ty girls is not personal. I'm mar
ried."
80 I perceived" she retorted.
MY wife is wonderful girl. Yer,
broadminded. But then she'd hav
to be. Wives of men connected will
motion pictures can't afford to b
otherwise"
So he was connected with motion
pictures, was he? Well, he looket
it, Irene thought. Slight and three
with rather a cynical expression ant
lines about his eyes. Even withou
the beret he would have compiled
exactly with her idea of movie di
rector.
He made no further attempt t
converse with her but opened {
portfolio conSpicuously filled Will