The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-03-09

"And, Jimmy" she murmur-
ed excitedly, there's telegram
from your mother, sending her
love. And-and this is a little
basket of fruits, from me. You
might get hungry"
Gee, Patw He inspected the
fruits, packed in cellophane and
tied ever-so-daintily. Thanks a
billion. And hold down every
thing for me. / hate to-gee,
Pat!" He seemed to discover
her violet eyes, then.
Several Army officers were
approaching, and one of them
doomed out.
Three minutes of IL. Captain
Carr" he said, ominously.
"Yes, Colonel Furedy."
What about it? Are you
ready?"
Yes, sir. OF course, sir!"
He strobe off with the other
uniformed men. The crowd Of
spectators watched them move
toward the sailplane, a few
yards from the official platform
there. Newsreel men were man
euvering. Photographers squat
ted and squinted and climbed
around. The nervous tension in
cident to the takeoff seemed 70
be gripping everybody. Up yon-
der half a mile was the tow
plane, its propeller already turn
ing. Engineers and mechanics
moved here and there like so
many busy ants, rechecking
every point of ship, towline and
sailplane for last-second perfec-
ton. Everybody knew that this
flight would make aviation his
tory.
There was a formal little dis
cussion there beside the plane,
with austere old Colonel Furedy
being trifle pompous. After
all, this was his big day, too.
Carr, you young devil he
addressed Jimmy rather genial
ly. for him, Il want you to do
this job up right! You under
stand?"
DO my best, sir"
I'm sure of that. didn't pick
you carelessly."
Thank you, Colonel"
"Ah, another thing, Carr"
Yes, sir?"
eff you do make it," the
colonels tone left it open to
doubt, II might, an, say in ad-
vance that intend to recon-
mend you"
Yes, sir? But l don't quite
follow you"
mo promises, mind you. Not
yet. l said if If you make 1t
safely, and turn in a thoroughly
military - that is "a proper
piece of work all around. This
assignment is not quite military,
hmmm. 1t is civil job, in 4
way. Public morale. Education.
Good will. But we've been over
all that"
Right, sir"
Then, confound it, if you
want to be a major before you're
80 years old-hah! You follow
me now, young spriggins?"
Jimmy saluted. grinning his
thanks.
Then all at once the colonel
frowned. where is your pas
senger, CARR" Several men
looked at watches. Its 1888
o'clock"
I'LL don't know, sir. She
ought TO be here!"
"Hmmm!" Colonel Furedy's
tone spoke volumes.
Jimmy's eyes were searching
the crowd. Honestly, he hadn't
had time to talk with Lorraine.
Not since a minute yesterday
morning when they went over
the essential details. But Lor-
aine was capable, responsible.
She knew what was going on.
Jimmy sent an orderly rushing
through the crowd to look for
her. He himself began to look
frantically around. He glanced
at his watch; 40 seconds more
had raced by. This flight was
scheduled for II a. m, and in the
Army, IL means IL.
A band had been playing, and
it stopped. Musicians walked up
to send the ship off with proper
fanfare.
"Lordy!" Jimmy breathed.
"Where in the devil is she?"
That silent question was
echoed by Colonel Furedy,
aloud. In fact he almost roared
it.
II say, Carr. Is your passen-
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