Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1936-11-10
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1900 By MARIE BLIZZARD NM9ID
CHAPTER AZ
RELEASED BY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION

TIES DOING nicely but there's
something mysterious about it
-. you know what plane crashes
are he's doing nicely but
there's something mysteriou S
about -
The phrases ran together crazily
and came out nowhere in Alix's
mind. They wouldn't say John was
doing nicely if he were gravely ill,
would they? What could be mvs-
ferrous about it? Why would he
be moved to another hospital with
out naming the hospital? You
know what plane crashes are.
Terrible injuries /. legs, arms.
Alix said, Excuse me-" to a
man with an arnnful of packages
when she nearly knocked him
down. She said, "I'm sorry" to
the policeman who pulled her back
from the wheels of an automobile.
She found herself pushed about bv
a milling mass of Office workers
discharged from their buildings in
the five o'clock rush. She went
along with them, having no desti-
nation.
She hadn't thought of the news
papers. Surely they would give
her news of John. He was an i'm
portant business man in New
York. The accident couldn't have
faded from the papers so soon.
She bought all the late afternoon
papers and tried to read them
standing at the corner of Fifty
ninth street and Lexington avenue.
1t was hard to do so. She went
to nearby restaurant. She or
dered toast and coffee and spread
her papers. Carefully and then
frantically she searched page after
page and at last came on a small
note.
Miss Garcia Cushing" she read.
"who was injured in the crash of
the private plane of William
O'Leary, noted sportsman, in the
Catskill mountains on Wednesday.
was discharged from the Harbor
hospital today and has returned to
her home in Park avenue. In a
statement to the press, she adj
mitted today that she will fiy back
to the coast to fulfill motion pic
ture contracts within a fortnight.
Rafael Cordoba, Spanish film
actor, states that he plans to fly
with her.
Nothing about John.
And Garcia was going to leave
him.
Alix left the papers in the res
taurant. She had things to do be-
fore the night was over. She had
to find a place to live. She had to
return to the railway station for
her luggage. She had to sleep be-
cause on the morrow she had to
, find job and start her life all
over again.
How many more times in her
life, she wondered YEARLY, was
she to make a fresh start.
She wandered back the way she
had come on Lexington avenue
and came to the Y. w. C. A. This
was where she had first met Kath-
leen. 1t was from this very place
that she had began the happiest
year of her life.
Come in," the posters said.
"Join Our Swimming Classes %
Learn to Weave" Tennis Classes
Begin Nov. l." Saturday Night
Dances for Members and Friends"
weaving, Ell? Or how about a
Saturday night dance for you and
your friends?" Alix wasn't aware
that she had said the words
aloud. She found two girls star
ing at her interestedly. To cover
her embarrassment she went in
and straight to the desk.
MAY have a room ?" she said
and as easily as that she found a
home.
It was a very modest home but
it was reasonable. There was
room in the metal hautboy for her
things and if there was only one
lamp in the room, the room wasn't
big enough to need more.
The next morning she was
dressed and had breakfasted by
nine o'clock. She scanned the
papers for news of John Sayre.
There was none.
That morning she paid her first
call at the Office of the Warner
company. She had been gone a
year. Her successor had been
married and was gone, she was
told, and there was Miss Halo