The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-09-10
NEWS ABOUT SANDY
CHAPTER HI

Sandy.
 T want you to charter plane and help me hunt for Sandy" she
 whispered. When we find him
 when we find him. Phil. won't
 there be time enough to say what
 we will do2 have some money
 I'll give the office boy my bank book and pay for anything I can I'll pay the rest of my debt later. I promise I wifi" Her eyes supplicated.
 Phil came closer, took the slim hands in his, held them. His eyes were warm and sympathetic. His eyes were kinder than Judy had known they could be. His lips did not laugh.
 "Never mind the bank book" he
 said. "Skyways Incorporated is one of our clients. I'll get a plane and we'll leave as soon as possible. Better geS cab and run down home to dress and be ready. Wait for me at your apart ment."
 It seemed to Judy that the cab stopped for Q red light or traffic jam at every intersection. Was life forever to be like that? Would one obstacle after another keep one from the Promised Land2
 Maybe no one ever knew how close 1t had been until It's spires disappeared. She was turning the key in the wide door of the old red brick house where she lived before she remembered that she had not told her secretary where she was going. Nor had she noti- fled her editor. It was funny how the amenities of life went on when you didn't know If life had hurt you TO merely Frightened you.
 Two telephone calls straight ened out the tangled web of the day. She had weeks vacation due her from the previous sum- ,mer.
 The managing editor said, Judy honey, If someone close to you is missing, of course you must gol Luck 60 with you, child, and 1t will do Sara good to work e little harder"
 sarn Fuller, the secretary-as- sistant to Judy, tall, graceful, slim, with black hair and cool green eyes waited patiently on the line until Judy gave brief explanation of her work. | "There is no need to explain anything really, Miss Allen" her rich, amused voice said. T quite understand 1t all, perhaps some Of tt q little better than you do."
 For instance, just what2" she remembered, "oh, the layout on summer shoes You were sweet ito pick out the ones we wanted. But, Sara, I do have another job for you. My notes on the sketch about q stylist personality are in order, top drawer, left hand, In my desk. Will you make e copy, two cartoons, and turn them over to Miss Barnard7"
 Later she was to remember the anstant's silence before the girls voice came back, keyed to Q hap pier key. "Yes, I shall be glad Ito do that"
 The morning sunshine gleamed through the easement windows, and half Q dozen bronze bowls of yellow daisies danced in the shimmerIng light. Usually Judy paused appre- ciatively when she looked at her living room.
 She liked the tall windows with their warm yellow drapes, the deep chairs, some in brown with e tangle of yellow roses in their coverings one that let yellow be the background for brown flowers There were small tables, many lamps, a wide studio couch on which cushions were piled in vagrant luxury. Tn Q far corner was 8 maple cupboard that she had picked up for a couple of silver pieces at @ auction one day. Now colored glass goblets, deep blue, dark red, and purple, made a rainbow on its shelves. Crowded book shelves, here as in her office, were everywhere.
 This morning she did not notice the room. Nothing but the great fireplace that covered one wall. There was 6 fresh log on it, and the brass andirons had been newly polished Sandy had sent that log two weeks ago, because she had had nothing but canal coal when he knocked at her door one night Applewood was sweeter, he had said. Its fragrance and its colors were lovelier.
 For 6 moment, dark stricken eyes saw the log aglow - saw a tall figure standing py, 8 bright head stepping to watch the fire take hold.
 Then she was in the dressing room, selecting Q coat to wear over the dark dress. She removed her rose hat for sophisticated one that was advertised lavishly in the magazine. She gathered warm gloves, fitted @ small overnight case.
 One hour passed. That was all | right. It would take Phil a while l to round up an airpiane and driver. Two hours. Three hours. | What did people do when there | was all the time in the world in | which to waltz Tears were no good.
 Her telephone rang softly, gently, | and she flew to answer. Phil ans Wered her eager greeting.
 Judy darling, sit tight. I'm on the trail of some goo0 news. We | may not need the plane"
 Good news2" She fingered the | telephone cord nervously. ''Tell | me quick, Phil, I can't wait"
 'Sandy's ships been sighted"
 ssWhere. Phil, where?" Oh, could anyone be so composed, so quiet | when half of . miracle was hap