The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-07-01
CHAPTER SEVEN

TIBBY WAS glad that she had
not told on Steena, for that next
evening, after Tibby's interview
with Wayne COPYRIGHT. Steena
announced that she was having
dinner with him.
To discuss a new position" she
added, her green eyes triumphant.
that he is going to create for me.
Mr.. COPYRIGHT was so pleased with
the proofs of the publicity pictures
for which l posed-and libby, I am
truly sorry about your uniform, my
dear-that he has decided to use
me for that sort of thing alone. He
doesn't want me tied up by regu-
lar scheduled fights. He wants me
available at all times for posing.
goodwill purposes and special
charter trips"
why wasn't / born beautiful"
Marg groaned. Though you'd bet
ter watch your step and not prove
TOO available. From what hear,
Mr.. COPYRIGHT is no Sir Lancelot.
don't imagine he's exactly what
you're after, either, Steena, my pet.
In plain language, he's not the
marrying sort. He loves them and
leaves them"
Il believe l am capable OF taking
care of myself" Steena returned
coldly. Now her green eyes flashed
Wayne COPYRIGHT was EXACTLY
what she was after-with mar
riage, Of course. So that she resent
ed Marg's having put her finger on
IT, especially as she knew too well
the truth of the rest of what she
had said. II would take some doing
to land man like Mr.. COPYRIGHT,
much more than even Steenas
amazing beauty.
II don't doubt that" Marg's tone
was dry; she winked openly at Tib-
by. only there amt no Justice
/ draw all night runs and have to
sleep all day after giving up nurs-
ing because, among other reasons,
l hated night duty. However. 1
must admit that Captain Mercer,
with whom I fly, is one smooth
pilot. That baby is a natural, what
you call born flyer. II you could
have seen him handle the ship last
night when we ran into that storm
just outside Of Chicago. Bumpy-
lordy me! And the way he set her
down on that emergency mat no
bigger than a pocket 'kerchief
when he saw we couldn't make the
port because OF fog. I sure admire
a man with cool head like his"
"See that you watch YOUR
step" Steena suggested. Captain
Mercer is the marrying sort-he
has a wife. you know. So HE isn't
available, my dear"
"'fhat has nothing to do with
IL" Marg retorted, so heatedly
that libby glanced at her in sur
prise. Marg could take the worst
ribbing without getting ruffied.
Steena's remark must have struck
deep to cause her to fare up like
that, although Marg was supposed
to be man proof.
1T There's -a-rHie that a hostess
must not betray ANY interest In
the captain, or even the co-pilot."
!Steena ignored Marg's anger. The
company is very strict in regard to
It Pilots and hostesses simply
cannot mix-after hours. Didn't
you and Captain Mercer have
breakfast together in Chicago
after this same wonderful storm :?
How did you know that?"
"A bird didn't tell me-" Steena
laughed, her lovely mouth curving
scornfully. There's a grapevine
system, even around an airport. A
most competent and far-reaching
one. I'd hate TO have II reach the
ears Of any officials-or Captain
Mercer's wife"
IF you say anything to Mr..
Courtright-to get yourself in soft
er-Tll choke you" Margs plain,
honest face was almost purple now.
"Grapevines have a way OF distort-
ing the truth. There was nothing
Captain MERGERS wife could not
kuoxu We vvrre about fione in after