The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-11-28
. SERIAL STORY
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| happen in the next few weeks. Diane said cheerfully, wen sit and twiddle our thumbs"
 Judy wanted to ask her father when Jack Hanley's orders to re port to North Island would come through, but she didn't quite dare. Once or twice, in the evening, while he read his Naval Preceed- ings or one of the old books of sea lore, the collection of which was his hobby, she girded herself to ask, But each time, something within failed her, and no sound came.
 The Enterprise was steaming miles otf the coast somewhere, she knew. As always, when it was out there, she tried to picture the great gray waves, the long deck with its white-painted lines, sec tioning of the sQuadrons. Be- cause it was one of the newest of the airplane carriers, the Enter prise had a high plane deck, with cabins and the usual quarterback accommodations underneath. It was curious, she thought, how in frequently she had been on board Jacks ship. Was it because his work meant so much to him that he hardly ever spoke of it? That would explain his instinctive shy ing away from parading the ship on which he worked.
 
 When she went to bed, she could- mt sleep. She lay wideeyed, through the still, dark hours. She kept re- membering that Jack was out at sea. Navy wings. But he wouldn't be flying now, at night. Or might he? She had heard Bill speaking of landing flares; she had heard him joking about flyers who got lost and couldn't find the ship when they got back.
 The Enterprise was mother eagle, sending aloft her eaglets. They roamed the sky, they flew miles into the blue, ahead of the slow-moving ships of the line, and then they came back. Really, she knew little of the living branch of the service. Long ago she had visited on the Station at Pensa- cola, but all she remembered was swimming inside the steel shark net there. That and the hangars the line of student craft drawn up, the fledgling flyers standing at attention beside their ships.
 Lakehurst was 8 more familiar world. Lying there awake, she would remember achingly how she and Ward had entered the dim ness of the huge hangar. How they had compared the small Los Angeles with the huge, silver Akron. Ward had explained thei, new water recovery system, ane he had shown her the toggle; which released the ballast. There had always been a sign in front of the marine sentry's hut, as yor entered the station. Condition One" Or, Condition Two" Or Condition Three. Condition one wal when all the men were actually at their stations. Ward had ex- plained about the non-rigids, taken her across the fiat, sandy field to the hangar where they were kept The ''k-3" was the ship on which he had trained. He told her that blimps not only had 8 distinct naval usefulness for convoy, anti mine and anti-submarine work but they also allowed restless lighter-than-air men to get into the air and keep their hand" in At that time the Macon had not yet been completed. She thought sadly of how Wards dreams hac been dashed to dust. The beau. tiful, belived dirigible had killed him. The other one, of which he talked with much pride, was gone too. Jack Hanley, flying over the ocean in the darkness, might never have a chance again to hook his plane into the belly of an air. ship.
 Judy wished that Jack was given 10 taking or ms WorK as ward had been. Perhaps that would make her feel closer to him. She was Navy girl, and shoptalk that might have bored a debutante found her an eager listener. She wondered whe- ther Jack didn't confide in her be- cause he thought she wouldn't care about anything that touched his personal life. After all, she had told him plainly she didn't love him.
 At moments like this, alone in her dark room, Judy wondered how wide was the margin that separated the trust and faith she had in Jack from love. Love. But then, quickly, there would flame into her blood the memory of Dwight Campbell. No kiss of Jacks could set her senses reeling I~l- TL