Linda Carlton, Air Pilot

by Edith Lavell

  CHAPTER IV

  _Summer Plans_

  The news of Linda's magnificent present spread like wildfire. She neverknew how it got about, for she didn't call anybody. In fact, she wouldhave preferred to keep it a secret for that evening at least, and justspend her time over the booklet, talking things over with her father.

  But of course the rest of the crowd couldn't understand that. Theseyoung people, who saw their parents every day of their lives, justcouldn't believe that a normal fun-loving girl like Linda would prefera father's society to theirs. They didn't know that Linda had alwayslonged to know him better, to understand him, to talk over with himher greatest dreams and ambitions. Because there had been nobody totalk to in that intimate fashion. Aunt Emily never had understood her,and never would. The kind-hearted woman saw, of course, that her niecewas pleased with her graduation present, but she could not realize thegirl's overwhelming joy in the possession of a plane. To her, even astring of imitation pearls would have been more desirable.

  They talked their plans over at dinner, Linda's father taking her sidein urging that the vacation be postponed until August.

  "You don't mind, do you, Emily?" he asked his sister.

  "Well, I can't say I don't mind," she replied, a little sharply. "Butof course I wouldn't spoil Linda's fun. But I am wondering whether youhave been wise, Tom. Linda is tired out; instead of going to school andlearning some more, she ought to be resting.... But your presents havenever shown a great deal of wisdom, I fear."

  Her brother laughed.

  "Sometimes it's better to be foolish," he remarked.

  "Not if Linda breaks her neck!"

  "Which she isn't going to do!" contradicted Mr. Carlton, confidently."Linda's careful--and she's thorough. I know that, from the way shedrives her car--and takes care of it."

  "Cars and airplanes are different matters!"

  "Not so different as you might think. In some ways, cars are moredangerous, because you have to consider traffic--what the other fellowis going to do. And there's so much room in the skies!"

  "But if something goes wrong--there's nobody there to help her,"objected Miss Carlton.

  "Well, Emily, you'd be amazed at the perfection of the airplanes theyare putting out now-a-days. They're as different from the old-fashionedones of the World War, as the first two-cylinder automobiles from thesixes and eights of today."

  "But there still are a lot of crashes--and deaths," insisted his sister.

  "That doesn't say Linda will crash! Linda is going to be a goodpilot--learn it all thoroughly!... Why, Emily, you don't think I'd bewilling to take any chances with my only child, do you--if I didn'tconsider it safe?"

  He smiled fondly at Linda, but his sister drew down the corners of hermouth a trifle scornfully. As if his affection could compare with hers,though Linda wasn't her own child! He saw the girl two or three times ayear at the most, while Aunt Emily was with her every day of her life!

  "Well," she added, "I'm afraid you'll feel out of the crowd by the timeAugust comes and they have been together all that time at Green Falls!"

  "Do you mind missing it, my dear?" her father asked, gently.

  "Not a bit!" replied Linda immediately, her eyes shining at the thoughtof what she was gaining.

  Miss Carlton abruptly changed the subject.

  "Do you remember a man named Clavering, Tom?" she asked.

  "I remember the name. Connected with oil, wasn't he? Very wealthy?"

  "A millionaire, I think," replied Miss Carlton, as if the news were themost important thing in the world. "Well, he has bought an estate justoutside of Spring City, and his daughter has just graduated in Linda'sclass."

  "Yes?" remarked her brother, wondering what possible difference thatcould make to him.

  "Well, the Claverings are planning to spend the summer at Green Falls,on Lake Michigan--the resort that Mrs. Haydock and I have selected....And there is a son in Harvard, who is going to be there."

  "Yes?" It still didn't dawn on the man what his sister meant. Perhapsthat was because he was not worldly, and money and position didn'tmean much to him. Or perhaps it was because it had never occurred tohim that his little Linda was old enough to be thinking about gettingmarried.

  "You certainly are slow at comprehension at times, Tom," she said, "fora smart man. Do I have to tell you in so many words that young RalphClavering is interested in Linda?"

  Linda blushed, and Mr. Carlton opened his eyes wide in amazement.

  "Well! Well! Well!" he exclaimed.

  "Dad!" protested Linda, nervously. "Don't be so serious! Aunt Emilythinks that because she loves me, everybody thinks I'm grand. But as amatter of fact, Ralph Clavering doesn't like me any better than half adozen other girls. And I don't believe he likes me nearly so well asLouise--though I haven't given the matter any thought."

  "How any boy could fall for Louise Haydock is more than I can see!" putin Miss Carlton. "She is a nice girl, but she has ruined what looksshe had by cutting her hair off so short, and wearing those dreadfulearrings all the time----"

  "Aunt Emily!" interrupted Linda. "Please don't forget that Louise is mybest friend!"

  "Even so, I don't have to admire her appearance, do I?"

  In a man's fashion, Mr. Carlton was getting very tired of this smalltalk. He stirred restlessly.

  "Well, it's settled then, about the summer, isn't it?" he asked. "I'dlike to drive over early tomorrow morning to this Flying School, andmake the arrangements about your course. Because tomorrow night I'mtaking the sleeper back to the ranch."

  "Dad!" cried Linda, in disappointment. "You don't have to go that soon,do you? Oh, I wanted you to see me fly!"

  "I'll be back again, as soon as I can. But just now I'm having troublewith some Mexicans who came over the border and have been threateningus. I've got to be on the job. My help aren't any too reliable."

  "You won't be in any danger will you, Daddy?"

  He shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

  "Guess not," he replied.

  At the conclusion of the meal, Miss Carlton, who always liked to haveLinda's young friends about, suggested that she call some of them onthe telephone and give them her news, inviting them over to celebratewith her. But Linda shook her head.

  "There's only one person I'd like to tell about it," she said, "andI'm afraid I couldn't reach him by phone, for I don't know where helives. That's a boy over at the school, who has taken me up a couple oftimes."

  But, as friends like this did not interest her, Miss Carlton dismissedthe subject and went out to consult her cook. Linda's father, however,felt differently.

  "What's his name?" he asked, indulgently. "Maybe we could locate him,if we put in a call at the school. There would probably be somebodyabout who would know his address."

  "Ted Mackay," answered Linda.

  Mr. Carlton's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and the smile died from hislips. His daughter trembled. What could he possibly have against Ted?

  "What's the fellow look like?"

  "He's big--with red hair, and blue eyes, Why? Do you know him, Daddy?"

  "Think I know his father--to my sorrow. Same name--description fits,too. Likable chap, when you first meet him, isn't he? Looks honest andkind, and all that?"

  "Oh yes, Daddy! And he is so nice, too. And so clever!"

  "I don't doubt it. So is his father--in his own way. Well, if he'sthe son of the man I know, you're to keep away from him. Do youunderstand, daughter?"

  "Yes, but Daddy, don't you think it's only fair to give me a reason?"she pleaded.

  "I'd rather not. Can't you take my judgment as worth something, Linda?"He spoke sternly.

  The tears came to Linda's eyes, and she looked away.

  "Mayn't I even speak to him?" she asked, finally.

  "Oh, certainly. Never cut anybody--it's a sign of a little mind tostoop to such childishness. But don't be friendly with him. I dare saythere are other instructors at the field, and I'll arrange for someoneelse to teach you."

/>   The door-bell rang three times, but before the maid could answer it,Louise Haydock dashed into the house, followed by Kitty and RalphClavering, and finally, Maurice Stetson.

  "Whoopee!" cried Ralph, almost running into Linda's father, who wasstanding in the dining-room doorway.

  "Darling!" exclaimed Louise, embracing her chum excitedly. "We heardthe news! Congratulations!"

  "And naturally we couldn't wait to see your plane," added Kitty. "Butare you sure you've finished dinner?"

  "Yes, indeed," replied Linda, introducing her father to everybodyexcept Louise, who of course knew him.

  "If it only isn't too dark to see it!" exclaimed Louise. "We've allbrought flashlights."

  "Then we better trail out immediately," laughed Linda. "And I'll getAunt Emily. She has only seen it from a distance."

  "Better wait for the rest of the crowd," suggested Ralph. "I saw Dottrying to round up some more. They ought to be here any minute."

  "Then we might as well wait. Aunt Emily'll be here in a minute."

  "What kind of plane is it, Linda?" inquired Maurice. "You're 'Lindy'Junior now aren't you--just as I predicted," he added.

  "It's a 'Pursuit,'" answered Linda, ignoring his second remark. "AnArrow Sport."

  "Open cockpit?" asked Ralph.

  "Yes. See--here's its picture." She waved the folder towards the boys."It's supposed to be a wonderful little plane for a beginner!"

  "From now on, Linda'll talk of nothing but joysticks and aileronsand--" began Maurice, but he was interrupted by the arrival of DotCrowley and six other young people, all of whom had been packed in hersmall car.

  It was just as she liked it to be, Aunt Emily thought, as she joinedthe merry, singing group, and started out with them towards the fieldbeyond the house. Mr. Carlton did not go with them this time, and lateron, Linda had reason to be thankful for his absence.

  It was quite dark now, but both the moon and the stars shone brightly,and the plane was clearly visible. The exclamations of delight andpraise from her guests were enthusiastic enough to satisfy any proudowner of such a glorious prize. Linda was happier than ever.

  The boys were naturally interested in the mechanics of the plane, thegirls in the upholstery of the seats, the charming, deep cushions,which could be removed if it were necessary to use a parachute. Theyturned on their flashlights, and walked about the biplane, not a littlein awe at the idea of Linda's piloting it through the skies.

  "It only holds two people," remarked Dot, regretfully. "I wonder if wecould pile in extras, like I do with my car."

  "I'm afraid not," replied Linda. "But I can take everybody up inturn--after I get my license. I am hoping to bring it to Green Falls inAugust."

  Satisfied at last that they had seen as much as possible for thepresent, they started to turn back, when Maurice suddenly spied alonely figure at the top of the incline, some fifty yards away.

  "What ho!" he exclaimed. "Who can that be? Yo-ho-ho!" he cried, makinga funnel with his hands.

  "Not anybody in our crowd," replied Jim Valier, "or he would answer.Hope it isn't a thief--with designs on your new plane."

  "We better chase him!" said Jackson Stiles, who was always ready foradventure, "Come on, fellows, let's rush him!"

  The boys darted off, all except Jim Valier, who said gallantly thathe had better stay as protection for the ladies, though of courseeverybody knew it was only because he was too lazy to run. The girlslaughed and chattered while they were gone--all except Linda, whowaited nervously to find out what success they had had.

  In less than three minutes, however, they had returned, shamefacedlyadmitting defeat.

  "Maybe the fellow couldn't sprint!" announced Ralph. "I'll bet he's atrack-runner----"

  "Or a chicken thief!" suggested Maurice.

  "Do you think he is a tramp?" inquired Miss Carlton, relieved that theman had disappeared. Tramps were so dirty, so unpleasant!

  "Don't think so. Big fellow--not badly dressed, as far as we could see.Had red hair."

  "Too bad we couldn't catch him," remarked Maurice, always ready withhis jokes, "for his hair was bright enough to light up the plane. Wewouldn't have needed our flashes."

  "Might have set the 'Pursuit' on fire!" suggested Jim.

  Linda frowned uneasily. The description sounded like Ted Mackay. Buthow did he know that she had a plane, and if he had happened to seeit, why didn't he come to the house, and ask her permission to examineit? After all, it was on their own property--nobody had any right tointrude. She thought darkly of what her father had said, and hopedthat there wasn't anything crooked about Ted. Why, he seemed more ofa friend to her than any of these people--except of course her AuntEmily, and Louise!

  By the time they had reached the house, everybody had forgotten theincident, for Louise turned on the radio, and without consulting Linda,they all decided to dance. Ralph claimed the latter for the first waltz.

  "So this will make a change in your summer plans," he said, as if theidea were not wholly to his liking.

  "Yes. We're not going to Green Falls till August--maybe not then, if Idon't succeed in getting a private pilot's license before that."

  "But what about me?" he inquired, and the admiring look he gave herwould have pleased Miss Carlton, had she noticed it.

  Linda looked puzzled.

  "You? Why--you'll never miss me! With all your girl friends!"

  "No; I've decided I'm not going to miss you," he said, quietly."Because I'm going to stay right here in Spring City, and learn to flyalong with you!"

  "What?"

  "Yes. The thing fascinates me. I want a plane, too! I'm going to touchmy Dad for one when I get home tonight!"

  "But you've promised everybody you'll go to Green Falls!"

  "So I will--August first!"

  And so, much to Miss Carlton's delight, when the rest of the crowd leftSpring City the following week, Ralph Clavering stayed at home with acouple of the servants, and enrolled at the same time as Linda, at theSpring City Flying School.