The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-09-19
SANDY COMES BACK
CHAPTER XT

Judy did not answer the telephone call that came at in the morning She shivered slightly as the sound died away, vanishing across hills and mountains and rivers.
 Tonight she had finished chap ter of her life. Sandy was out of 1t. She could write "the end" Period
 She took warm shower in the morning, followed by one that was cold and brisk. She had a new office ensemble which she de- cided to wear. The skirt was a soft navy that matched slippers, gloves, and wrap-around turban. The jacket and blouse were made from . new lightweight natural woolen.
 A hurdy-grudy was playing a song from a musical comedy she had seen with Philip, and she sang along with the tune of the wandering musician. When the minstrel picked up a tune which she had shared at another show with Sandy, she tossed the man & quarter and hurried into the nearest coffee shop.
 odd how songs made bridge across ones life. Each had It's memories. She must make a bon fire and burn all rhythms, now Funny how the projection of half @ dozen measures of song could set tn c key for an hour, a day, forever.
 There were violets in the cool, gray box on her desk. Burying her face in their dewy fragrance she did not glance at the card im- mediately. It would say Philip"
 Beside the box was a news paper neatly turned to an inner page where short story an- nounced that Sandy and Peg were leaving California for the Gordan lodge. Sandy's monoplane was being repaired more rapidly than had been considered possible at first. Judy understood that. Pegs father talked in millions, Nat urally he would reward boy who had cracked up because he an- swered that mans daughters sig ual for help.
 A picture of Peg accompanied the story. Good work, Peg Not many debutantes had the chance to be rescued by a hirdman. Maybe your glamor was growing pale. You'll be tops again!
 At the same time Judy toh herself that Sandy, as an aviator, even one who had made speed dashes and won cups and money for altitude records, would not have merited such space in the press, had Peg not been Gordan.
 It wasn't fair to Sandy. Then she remembered wall had sprung up between herself and Sandy. There 1t stood a grim, gray fortress that he could never cross. He and Peg were on one side of 1t. She and Phil were on the other.
 She picked up the card that ac-' companied the flowers. Don't you ever answer your telephone? You're nutty but love you" The card bore Sandy's initials. Judy knew her bar riegs were going, A lump filled her throat so that she could neither speak nor swallow. So Sandy was still in pursuit. Maybe he strung hearts on 6 watch chain as old chiefs used to collect scalps. Any way, he had wired flowers and message to her when all of the time sine had been so close to his voice.
 She was through with tears. They gave you nothing but a red nose. When Sara Fuller came in, Judy nodded curtly. She would have smiled forgivingly-any girl knew life had its ski jumps for women - but Sara did not give her chance to do anything.
 Sorry made such a batch of things on the last news proofs. The book had already gone to bed or I would have corrected 1t. Phil hauled me over the coals." She opened an immense black pocket book, which Judy knew had cost more than 8 weeks salary.
 Suppose we skip the misplaced hy-line." Judy suggested. "Acci- dents happen"
 The green eyes were amused. ''xes, my infant, they do take my new gray lace turban of to you for yoilr story. It was honestly good.
 Thanks. The secrets safe" She apoke casually but cherished an unwelcome idea that nothing in the low once with it's daisy-sprinkled