The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-02-13

and flyers don't make much. /
! don't want to 60 to him emp
ty-handed."
"You prefer to 60 empty
headed?"
There's no call for cracks
What I want you to do is sc,
Chef for me. can't get ava,
from here without having faith
er suspect something. And In
absolutely certain that he o.
Meath hampers with my mail
So you're kind of envoy, 10
nah. want you to tell Chef tina
I've decided on this Saturda.
night"
Jonah stared at her. "Yol
mean to say he doesn't know
about it,"
How could he, stupid2 | onl,
thought of it before breakfas
this morning"
I'll bet. It's a before break
fast idea. What else will l tel
him."
Hildy spoke at length. Wher
she had finish, I, Jonah scratch
ed his head.
"Well, that wins the hat" HI
said finally.
whats wrong with it," de
manded Hildy.
"It's strictly screwy."
Look here, JONAH" said Hill
dy. I've been bounded anC
spied upon for weeks. Now In
being deprived of the kind o
wedding that every girl wants
There'll be no orange blossoms
for me, Jonah. But if I'm elop
ing, I'm putting at least a little
dash of romance into it. AnC
darn if anyone is going to tall
me out of it."
Hold it, lady" said Jonah
I'm not saying a word. Where
do l find this weas CT MIR
Saxon?"
He lives in Larchville," Hill
dy said. He'll probably be a
the airport"
"Okay," said Jonah, and sigh
ed. This was a fine state of af
fairs. Before he'd had oppor
tunity to fling, himself at thu
feet of the worlds Number On
Girl, she'd converted him int
a miserable go-between. In 81
doing, she had effectively CLOSED
his lips. To PROSTATE himsel
now would make him loo k like
Grade A sap. No, he mus
stand by to deliver, in silence
Just then Mr.. Jonah Logan hat
profound sympathy for the late
Sidney Carton.
when can you 60, Jonah?
asked Hildy, girl for details.
Jonah stiffened the celebrated
upper lip. Tomorrow
well, that's swell" said Hill
dy. I'll meet you here about
tomorrow afternoon and you
can - er - report. Now IL
better 60 get father out of thu
maze"
Connecticut languished in thu
MIRAGE of soft purplish night
In a deck chair on the porch o
his converted barn sat JONAH
Logan, thinking Wishfully. Thu
central figure in his mental gy
rations had ashen-gold hair ant
Mediterranean eyes. And sh
was engaged in tying the knot
but definitely, to a tall hand
some chap who leaned in down
cast fashion against the wing o
an airplane. iona h Logan
theme song for the even n
seemed to be, "You Can't Stol
Me From Dreaming"
From inside the converted
barn there issued suddenly ;
hoarse chuckle. Jonah paid M
attention. Instead he began con
juring up another dream.
But, very Unexpectedly, some
thing stepped from the shadow
on the lawn.
1t was a slim something and i
looked familiar. For a SECOND
Jonah stare unbelievingly
Then his heart leapt, like
pronged grampus.
"Hildy," he called softly.
She stepped closer TO thu
porch. as that you. JONAH" Hel
voice was a judicious blend o
raindrops and quicksilver.
Jonah reached her side in ;
bound that would have shamec
a catamount.
"Hildy," he cried. "This i
swell. What are you doing here
Watt" He h e ] d up a hand
Don't tell me. II know.
Mr.. Logan was an optimist
He was wont to string alons
with Pollyanna and look on thu
brighter side.
you've come. Hildy," he ex
planned gently. because you've
thought things over. And now
you see how utterly impracti
cal it would be to marry mar
who spends his time flibberty
gibbeting around in airplanes