The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-09-12

sonly one moment before Judy had walked to music. Now, as she saw tAe pictures of Sandy and a girl whose eyes were wide and intriguing whose hair was halo of curls, the song went away, the violins died, and she was alone. Alone-and she didn't know why.
 YOUNG AVIATOR RISKS
 LIFE FOR DEBUTANTE
 She read the words again and again, frightened to go into the smaller type that told a more complete story. She could not sit there forever, though, with people milling around her. Her plane was going west in a little while, and she must decide quickly whether she was going with it or taking a train back to New York.
 So she read. And when the tale was done her decision was made. Made in spite of the yell low telegram that was still calshed in her hand. Sandy had made a fool of her. And hadn't cared. He could send his love across the silver wires to her at the same time that he told 1t to a blue-eyed, golden-haired heiress, whose name was synonymous with glarnor in the social world.
 Now she recognized that haunt ins face in the late editions. It belonged to Margaret (better known as Peg1 Gordan. She had lheer voted the most popular, most beautiful, most colorful debutante Ict the preceding winter.
 The story was simple enough. Irving over the Rockies, Sandy Bad sighted a distress signal. IThere wasn't much room for his Ieliip to land for that flat plateau was partly occupied by Pegs own ship.
 However, he had flashed an ans lver that he was coming down land proceeded to do so. Some ttfinR had happened to the ignition lin his descent, but beyond some Iscratches he was all right.
 Peg Gordan had put up the signal as an emergency call. She Ialone was able to fly the airship Ithat had brought the guests to her hhouse party at her fathers lodge Enside the protected plateau. She Ihad made it. in two trips. When lshs wprained her ankle there was tno way out of the hollow unless I&he climbed, which was now im- lnossiAle, or caught the attention Pot another ship.
 Fortunately, the report read, IEandy Zimmerman had taken the ArisK ns landing. Had the ntory ggtcnped there, Judy would not Ilnaye minded. She would have Erealized that she could not gain lentrance to the valley where ESandy had to wait while his plane was repaired. She would have Iplnned a silent medal on Sandys tiacket for his successful flight to Eohtain medical ah for Miss Cor ldan. She would have gone back lto her apartment to have the Eapplewood log blazing and the livery candles lighted when he Ieakne running up the stairs.
 She would have sat in her xnow-white office and talked about styles, creams, a good powder base I.-why 6 rose frock allures man and a black may frighten him. All lthe time she would have been think ing that sandy was coming back Sandy was coming back T
 1 But there was another paragraph 10 the story. Another paragraph where there should have been only . period.
 1t explained that Sandy and Miss Gordan had known each other for some time, that undoubt- edly the young aviator had had a plan in mind in charting his course to San Francisco; that her signal and his acknowledgement Eilad been ( remarkable coinci-
 ence.
 stood up finally, crossed
 @ d and cancelled her <. ae l to return home by eirpIane ne did not want to ride with the wind and stars tonight. She wanted to crawl into lower berth and sob until there were no more tears, ever. Sob until she would never be sad again. Last tears hurt most, she had read. IAfter them, you moved quietly, head high, eyes shining, and mo- body knew if you walked to sing ing drums or listened to wings forever growing fainter in the dis tance. Why hadn't Sandy mentioned Tcg? She had told him about Phil. There was difference, though. She had not taken Phil seriously while Sandy might have held Pegs laughing face, blue eyes, and golden curls in an inner, sacred place.
 Some day this would be over.