The times-news., 1938-11-07
. SERIAL STORY
LOVERS AWE|GH
Continued from page one)


in the moonlight. He had said
lot of things in this miserable
half hour since they had left
the others i'm the wardroom,
after dinner. Vague, round
about things. She didn't quite
know what he was driving at.
Now, suddenly, he burst out, II m
irving to tell you this, Judy Al
cott, He's not your kind You
mustn't go with him. He's navy
politician, with his eyes on the
main chance. He's after pull, in
fluence, quick promotions. And
vour father is an admiral" "
For moment, she was stunned.
Dwight Campbell, gay and person.
able and so goOd-lOoking he re-
minded you of a movie actor play
ing the role of officer. Dwight
with whom she had danced until
two in the morning, only last
night. Dwight with whom she'd
ridden countless, star-srinkled
hours. and whose arms had held
her close in an embrace that had
stirred her heart for the first time
since those other embraces
those kisses she mustn't remem-
Der.
And yet, no matter how many
times she told herself she mustn't
remember, she could never for
get. Jack Hanley's face grew
misty, and even the face OF
Dwight faded. There wa sOnly
Ward Fenning. Ward splendid
and invulnerable in his youth, in
his Viking strength, with his light
hair falling across his tanned fore
head. and his blue eyeS-as blue
as her own-laughing down INTO
her face.
Ward Fenning had not worn
navy blue and brass buttons when
she met him, although he was a
junior grade lieutenant. He'd
worn the khaki of a flying man.
He was lighter-than-air, at Lake
hrst.
Her breath caught with the
memory of Lakehurst in the
spring. She had been such an
eager, reckless child Her hair.
that was now brushed into smooth
waves, had rioted over her head
then in what was called a "wind-
blown" bob. She had worn snub-
DoSed little sandals ,and perky,
simple, frocks. There were three
freckles powdered across the
bridge of her nose, and she hadn't
4eeded lipstick on the fresh,
young mouth.
They had been so terribly in
love. she and Ward. Night after
night they had sat at the edge of
the lake in the small town near
the station, watching the dark
water, telling each other silly, ten
der things. Kissing. Planning for
the future. When Ward was an
admiral :. When he had a whole
squadron of huge powerful silver
fish sailing the skies. He had be-
lieved in dirigibles so utterly. He
used to tell her that the largest,
best airplanes couldn't fly oceans
with the ease and certainty of a
dirigible. He had talked about
loads, about strange engineering
terms she didn't know. He used
to say, .'Dirigibles are still in their
infancy! Why, in al 1.-The history
of the world, there have only been
157 of them. Look at submarines,
look at autos, look at airplanes!
And yet, the dirigible is a swell,
competent baby"
Ward had written a thesis at
NJ. l. T. on dirigibles. 1t was his
dream, and now that he was at
Lakehurst, he was working hard
and earnestly to clothe the dream
in reality.
They had talked about getting
married, too, those nights on the
lakes edge. And she had said,
Mother and Dad are so old
fashioned They don't under
stand" Her lips had quivered.
"They think Pm too young! Too
young" She clung to him. 81
couldn't love you any more, no
matter how much older | got
Why can't they let us get mar
ried now. Why must we wait"
Ward stroked her hair, and put
little kisses at the lobe of her ear.
Il know, sweet" he said. 81
know"
She said rebiiliously, "Three
years! 1t seems like eternity. |
don't think | can live that long,
His lips on hers told her how
much he wanted her. His hand,
holding hers, was tense with the
longing. But he said Loyalty,
Your efolks are right. Your
only sixteen"
Sixteen! But she had known,
the first time she saw him that