Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-07-13
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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DURING THE week that FOL
lowed, while the whole town OF
Perryville waited for the trial to
begin, Sarah Anne went more and
more to the flying field. The first
day she had looked at that para
chute tower. Then she spoke:
mind if 1 made jump?"
"You can't mean it?" Jack was
astounded. His voice refused to
register the fact that she would.
Certainly I mean it," she an
swered stubbornly. Now" Bernice
had jumped and Bob Kennedy had
admired her for it. Well, she could
show as much daring. She had a
hollow feeling in her stomach, but
she went through with the jump.
There was a dreadful moment
when she felt herself falling into
space, and a glorious one when the
great umbrella opened and she be-
gan to drift serenely earthward.
"I want to do it again." she said,
when she landed, and sat quietly
while her parachute was packed.
It was easier the second time.
She went home, not so fright
,ened, not so worried, as she had
been of late. And at the parsonage
she found Judy, in sunny yellow
linen frock, waiting. She wore a felt
hat of sea-green and her accesso-
ries were dull brown.
Sarah Anne did not reflect that
common bono of trouble could re-
unite two people quickly. She knew
merely that Judy was back. And
she poured herself a tall glass of
iced tea and chose a hot buttered
muffin from a tea tray before she
leaned back in her chair and
smiled.
"You're out of the schools, aren't
you, Sarah Anne ?" Judy asked.
"And put out Of my class, too.
I'm not a nice person. might give
little boys and girls ideas. But how
did you know about the school?"
"Your designations in tonight's
paper. But you were asked for it.
Never mind. I know it." She
glanced down the walk. isn't that
Bob coming? Bob, the aviator?
He's almost walking without
limp"
It was Bob. And Sarah Anne was
light, merry, cordial as she gave
him glass Of the iced beverage,
and passed the tray of tea sand
wiches and mullins. She noticed
that he was genuinely friendly to
Judith. But to her he remained
courteously cool, remote. She might
have been sitting in a chair at the
far end Of the veranda.
Very well, if he wanted to be-
lieve that she had written letters
and been a bad influence in her
sisters life, let him think so. She
would not explain. She would
erase his face from her mind. She
would become so free from him
that tall shoulders in a crowd |
would not grow oddly disturbing
when the head above them had |
rough, bright hair. That had hap
pened to her two or three times and |
she had wondered how long it took
to say goodby, silently, to some
thing that couldn't be important |
because it never really had hap
pened.
my new ship will be here tomor-
row." Bob said presently. I'm TAX
ing it up alone about noon. After
all, you don't have to walk in a
ship, so my bum leg won't inter-
fere."
Corrinne, looking much better.
now that her days of numbness
had given way to youths healthy
and interest in events,
even unpleasant ones, came out in
time to hear that remark. She had
combed her gold hair into a halo
around her head, and her eyes
were unusually blue. Her skirt and
bolero were a clear poppy red, and
her scrap of blouse was sheer
lawn. She looked Elusive and ex-
pensive, and no one could guess
that she had made her own clothes
at the cost of two dollars and 4
cents.
Sarah Anne knew that the rose 4
and blue and white stripes that
streaked her own shirtwaist dress
had been crisp and clean before
hose jumps. Now they sagged and 1
she did, too. Her top-of- -the-head /
cprls were falling down. |.
But she held her chin bravely. !