Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-08-19

| men with them: n1ce-loOking young
air service lieutenants from Self
ridge Field. Peggy's eyebrows
elevated, when she saw Gay. Her
manner made it clear that she was
surprised, and not particularly
pleased, to find a check girl from
her fathers club included among
the guests at the party.
AS for Breck, he was highly ex-
cited because he'd made a success
full trial flight that day, from De-
troit to Chicago and back again,
in record-breaking time. Dancing
and roulette were forgotten, while
he stood in the center of the room
and gave a graphic account. of his
trip.
The description was too tech
nical for Gay to grasp, and she
found herself watching the express
sions on different peoples faces as
they listened.
Difficult to tell exactly what
Wayne was thinking. He sat back
in his chair, taking in every word
and frowning a little at times, but
saying nothing. -. Christian Scott,
beside Dodo on the sofa, was quiet
ly practicing a coin trick; Gay had
heard him say once that he knew
nothing about airplanes, and cared
less. Charlie Pennell, Mark
Vance, and the two army aviators
were obviously interested, they
asked numerous questions. And
the women hung on Breck's words
as though MISUNDERSTANDING by
the thrill of danger, for a long test
fight with not-yet-perfected
engine was a foolhardy venture, as
Breck himself blithely admitted.
"But we made the grade" he
finished, downing the last of his
highball. "And next week we'll
get ready for the trial fight to the
coast"
mo, we WON'T" Wayne broke in.
"Not next week. Nor the, week
after"
"Why not? ?"
Because I say we won't. The
motors not right yet, and nothing
you've done so far proves to me
that it Is" Wayne's voice softened
a. little. Though you did mighty
fine work today, Breck. I'm proud
of you. What time did you land
here?"
Back in the hangar at eight
o'clock. don't care what you say,
AID, the engines a honey. I'll give
you the details tomorrow. But let's
have some fun, now. I thought
this was supposed to be a party"
From then on, the evening hit
a new pace, faster and gayer than
before. One Of the young officers
who had come with Breck-Gay
couldn't recall his name-was an
unusually fine dancer. After a few
trials of the other girls, he plainly
made up his mind that Gay was
the only satisfactory partner pres
ent, and he danced with no one
else.
When he was cut in on, he
lurked impatiently at the side of
the room for a few moments, and
then came darting back, tapping
Gays partner peremptorily on
the shoulder. my turn now.
Sorry!" and took her in his arms
again.
His persistence rather amused
Gay, and a tingle of satisfaction
ran through her, when she saw
Wayne watching them with a
shade Of irritation in his quickly
averted glance.
But why should she be thrilled If
Wayne was jealous, if he cared
enough to resent another mans
rushing her? There could be moth
ing between them, she told herself
firmly. Wayne was here in De-
troit only temporarily. He was
looking for a girl to pass the time
with. A girl who would love light
ly, and then say good-by when he
was ready to leave, without tears
or reproaches. Gay hadn't the
slightest intention of being that
girl. She had other plans; she
couldn't permit this sudden attrac-
ton toward Wayne to interfere
with them.
So she played up to the nice
looking officer; to. Brock; to each
man in turn; trying hard not to
think Of Wayne, not. even to look
toward him. where he sat deep in