Evening star., 1941-10-21

slim figure, the healthy, bronzed
skin, the smartly tailored linen
sports dress.
1T has been quite while, hasn't
lt?" Claire said rs father busy?"
Miss Evans smiled at the formal
fly and at Clare's continued prog
ress toward the studded leather
swinging door of Mr.. Cartridges pri-
vate Office. Go right in" she said.
I'm sure it's all right"
Stephen Calridge was at his desk
debating to his secretary when Clare
entered. He stopped in the middle
of a sentence and with hearty
well, WE'LL This is pleasant sur
prise" heaved his heavy body out
of the leather cushioned swivel chair
and came around the corner of the
desk to take his daughters arm.
IT thought I'd let you take me to
lunch, Dad,s Clare said, patting his
hand on her arm affectionately. She
turned then to the girl at the desk,
who had risen and was briSkly or
ganiZing her notebook and pencils
and a sheaf of letters into a neat
little pile. How are you, Betty?"
she asked pleasantly.
Fine, Clare" Betty Crowell an
swered with businesslike brevity.
And you?" Without waiting for an
answer, she added, Il hear you're
taking up flying"
A Slight Tiff.
Clare looked at her father, think
Ing it curious that he should have
discussed the matter with his Secre-
tary so shortly after it had been
first mentioned. Mr.. Calridge nodded
sideways at his secretary. Betty
is interested in flying, you know.
She happened to mention just this
morning that shes been taking les
sons out at the new airport for the
last several weeks. Goes out before
work two or three mornings week"
"Why-how interesting Clare
said. How do you like it, Betty?"
Il think its worth knowing some
thing about" Betty Crowell said.
TITS comparatively young industry
and there's no telling how great its
future Will be.
oh" Clare said. She knew what
was implied in the remark. but she
had got over being provoked by
Betty Crowell's Jealousy. She was
supposed to blush and feel very un-
comfortable before her father in
comparison to this brilliant, efficient
and farseeing young businesswom-
an. She turned wide, innocent eyes
on the girl. And the instructor is
just the type you always did admire,
isn't he, Betty? Tall, dark and
handsome"
Betty tossed her dark hair in
differently and allowed smile to
touch her lips. Then. as if she had
no more time for foolishneSs of this
sort, she picked up her things,
nodded a formal adieu and left the
room.
That young lady will get by"
Stephen Calridge said apprecia-
lively. Keen as a knife edge"
Clare nodded agreement, then she
leaned against the desk and looked
up at her father. well, how about
this luncheon I came down here
for?"
Her father looked at the brass
bound nautical clock on the book
case. I'm afraid I can't, my dear.
It's quarter to II and I have a date
with Bronby at the club for quarter
after. 1t will be very dull busi-
ness session or I'd ask you to join
us. Was there anything in particu-
lar on your mind?"
A Tragic Past.
Glare was disappointed, but an
even better idea Immediately oc-
CURED to her. Maybe Betty can
Join me-" she said. Il just wanted
to talk about my new career-fy-
ing. you know. I'll, ask her on the
way out" She picked up her purse,
kissed her father on the cheek, and
ua1ked IN tho dior "See vo,I at