CONCLUSION
Leaving the planes at the airport, the four young people ate supper
together at a quick-lunch restaurant in Honolulu. Here they discussed
their plans concerning Fanny Preston.
Linda insisted that the girl live at one of the smaller hotels, on some
of the gold pieces which she had returned that afternoon, and though
Fanny protested, she had no money of her own, and no place to go, so she
finally had to agree. In the meantime, Chase promised to work for her
release.
“And then we’ll take you back to Los Angeles with us when we go,” Linda
concluded. “And try to find you a job.”
There were tears in Fanny’s eyes when Linda and Dot finally left her at
the hotel and took a taxi to the Governor’s mansion. Here they offered
profuse apologies to their hostess—apologies which she dismissed with a
smile. She was delighted to learn that the counterfeiting menace had
been checked, for news of this crime had been in the papers for more
than a year. She felt that Linda and Dot had helped in a big service for
both Hawaii and the United States, but the girls insisted that the
honors were for Bertram Chase.
“Now for our telegrams!” exclaimed Linda. “Oh, I do so hope there is one
from father!”
“I received one from your father, Miss Carlton,” announced her hostess.
“From Los Angeles. He and your aunt are sailing tomorrow for Honolulu.
And two young men are with them—I have forgotten their names.”
“Was one of them Jim—I mean James—Valier?” asked Dot, eagerly.
The older woman smiled.
“I believe so,” she said. “And a Ralph somebody. Would that be right?”
“Absolutely,” agreed Dot, with immense satisfaction.
“So, in view of that news,” continued the Governor’s wife, “I think we
will plan a big dinner for the night they arrive. It takes four days,
you know, from Los Angeles. I hope we can keep you amused until then.”
“Oh, we love it here!” cried Linda. “It’s the most beautiful spot in the
world!”
So, although Linda was anxious to see her own family and the two boys,
the time nevertheless passed pleasantly. They went to the famous Waikiki
beach every morning, and swam in the water that seemed like velvet, or
rode in the launches and speed boats. After luncheon they drove about
the beautiful island visiting the marvellous aquarium, with its gorgeous
fish of all colors and descriptions, or viewing the mountains and the
coral formations; and in the evening they would watch the glorious
sunsets over the ocean and then dance or bathe in the moonlight. One
lovely afternoon Linda and Dot took Fanny and flew to the island of
Kauai, and saw the Waimea Canyon and the Barking Sands, and the rocky,
jagged cliffs, and the beaches and parks in all their beauty. And one
evening Bert Chase went with them on another flight, for he had managed
to have his stay at Hawaii extended, since he had successfully completed
his work.
And so the great day came when the boat from Los Angeles docked at Pearl
Harbor. Linda and Dot were at the wharf half an hour before it was
scheduled to arrive, so impatient were they to see their folks from
home.
A great surging joy swelled up in Linda’s throat at the sight of her
father as he came forward to meet her. It was so suffocating that for a
moment she couldn’t say a word of greeting. Breathless, she flew into
his arms.
“Daughter!” he said, in a tone filled with emotion.
“Daddy, darling!” she managed to stammer, and then, recovering herself
somewhat, she kissed her aunt and shook hands with the boys.
“Congratulations, congratulations, and then some!” exclaimed Jim, to
both of the girls.
“It was great, Linda!” cried Ralph.
“‘Linda and Dot,’ if you please,” corrected Linda. “Dot did every bit as
much as I did!”
“In fact, I flew nearer the ocean,” added her chum, mischievously. “So
near that I almost drowned us both!”
“Don’t tell us about the dangers—now that you have miraculously escaped
with your lives!” begged Miss Carlton, with a shiver.
And then everybody talked at once, asking questions, making
explanations, accounting for all the time since they had seen each
other. The girls drove right to the hotel with the party, and here Linda
dragged out Fanny and introduced her, much to Miss Carlton’s amazement.
And then she actually asked her aunt to look after the girl for the rest
of the visit, until they should all go back to Los Angeles together.
The dinner at the Governor’s mansion that night was another gorgeous
affair. All the celebrities of the island were invited, as well as
Linda’s friends. Even Fanny Preston was included, and Bertram Chase was
accorded a seat of honor on Linda’s right, with Ralph Clavering on her
left—an arrangement which made Ralph exceedingly jealous, for Chase
managed to absorb most of her attention.
“I want you to go into the secret service, Linda,” he said, earnestly.
“You’d be a marvellous detective. Have you signed up for anything for
the winter?”
“I had expected to teach,” replied the aviatrix. “But I guess it’s too
late for that.”
“No, no, don’t do that.”
Chase wasn’t eating at all, instead he was fumbling with his fork, as if
he were terribly nervous. Linda noticed his queer actions, and wondered
what could be the cause of them, for he had always seemed to have such
easy, pleasant manners. But his next question, abrupt as it was, offered
the explanation.
“It’s a funny place—and a funny time—to ask you, Linda,” he began, very
low “but I’m so afraid you’ll fly away and I’ll never see you again....
You see—I’m crazy about you. I love you! I want you to marry me, and fly
everywhere with me!”
Faltering as his speech was at first, he ended it very fast, as if he
had to finish with one breath. Out of the corner of her eye, Linda could
see his hand trembling; this fearless flier, who dared all sorts of
dangers! Why, he seemed to be afraid to look in her face!
Linda, too, was embarrassed; she didn’t know what to say. She liked him
so much that she couldn’t bear to hurt his feelings, yet marriage was
out of the question at this time.
“I appreciate it a lot, Bert,” she finally replied, softly. “But—I
couldn’t. Not now, anyway,” she added, so as not to seem too abrupt.
“But there’s no reason why you shouldn’t see me often. Distance isn’t
anything to fliers. And I’ll talk to you later about the secret
service.” She paused, nodding in Ralph’s direction.... “This impatient
boy on my left is having a fit. I must talk to him now.”
She turned to the latter, sulking as usual.
“Old friends are a nuisance when we have a new crush, aren’t they?” he
asked, bitterly.
“Ralph, behave yourself!” she commanded. “Don’t spoil my party by
getting peeved!”
“I’m sorry, Linda,” he said, penitently. “I didn’t mean it. Only I just
know that guy has fallen for you. What was he talking to you so long
about?”
Linda blushed. “He wants me to go into secret service flying,” she
explained.
“He would! And then get you to marry him!”
Linda laughed, as if to imply that what Ralph suggested was nonsense. If
he only knew how near to the point he had come!
“Well, are you going to do it?” he persisted.
“I don’t know. First I’m going to get my Ladybug at Los Angeles—and fly
home!”
“Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home!” quoth Ralph.
“We will!” promised Linda, smiling. But she did not say how long she
would stay there.
The End.
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End of Project Gutenberg's Linda Carlton's Hollywood Flight, by Edith Lavell