_Honors for Linda_
When Linda was permitted, the following day, to go in to see her
father, she found him conscious, but she knew from his expression that
he was suffering severe pain. However, he managed a feeble smile as she
entered, that sent a surge of joy to her heart.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed, her voice choked with thankfulness, "you are
going to get well!"
He gave an almost imperceptible nod.
"Yes, dear, thanks to you," he managed to murmur.
"You mean thanks to the Pursuit--and to Dr. Lineaweaver," she
corrected. She wanted to add Ted Mackay's name to the list, but she
felt it would not be wise.
Her father smiled; it was like Linda to disclaim any credit for herself.
"I phoned Aunt Emily last night," she added, "and she is coming out in
a couple of days."
"Well, don't let her make a fuss over me," was his unexpected reply.
Linda squeezed his hand jubilantly; he was talking like himself again!
She did not stay with him long--the nurse thought fifteen minutes was
enough--but she was satisfied. Now that she felt sure he was getting
better, time no longer hung heavy on her hands. There was so much to
do at the ranch--so many activities that she enjoyed. Hiking, fishing,
riding horseback, even helping Cates with the kitchen garden or driving
the battered Ford into Fort Worth on errands.
Her aunt arrived a few days later, bringing a trunk as usual.
Linda laughed at the idea of carrying so many clothes to a
ranch--she practically lived in her old riding-breeches and khaki
shirt-waists--but Miss Carlton could not be comfortable unless she was
perfectly dressed.
"Linda, my darling!" exclaimed the older woman, as they kissed each
other. "Think how near I came to losing you!"
"Oh, no, Aunt Emily, you mustn't say that! Even though Lou and I were
stranded, there was no danger of our dying. We could have hiked the
whole way home, if it had been necessary."
"But you _almost_ had a serious accident!"
"Well, we didn't. And since my plane saved Daddy's life, you're
converted to them now, aren't you?" pleaded the girl.
"I do think they're useful," admitted the other. "And I really believe
that you are an exceptionally fine pilot, my dear."
"It's awfully sweet of you to say that, Aunt Emily.... But don't let's
talk about it any more. Come in and see Daddy. He's expecting you."
Miss Carlton was amazed and delighted to find that her brother's
progress had been so rapid, and she began to talk immediately about
taking him back to Green Falls with her, in a week or so. He could
bring his nurse with him, perhaps charter a private car.
"Must we go back so soon, Aunt Emily?" asked Linda. "I love it here!"
"It's too wild for me," replied Miss Carlton. "And too lonely. Besides,
we have to be on hand for Field Day. It's the biggest event of the
summer at Green Falls."
"All right," agreed Linda pleasantly. "Whatever you say."
"By the way, did you tell your father about finding the necklace? When
Louise came home with it, I thought Kitty Clavering'd go crazy! Such a
queer circumstance, too--you girls finding it the way you did!"
"No, I didn't tell Daddy yet," replied Linda, blushing. She had been
afraid to bring Ted's name, or his father's, into the conversation with
her father, when he was still so ill.
"You see, Daddy," she explained, turning to him, as he lay there
quietly on his bed, "Lou and I were taking a trip in the Pursuit,
and something went wrong with the motor, forcing us to land in a
desolate spot. After our picnic supper, while Lou and I went swimming,
we--we--came upon a wrecked plane, and--and--two dead men. The two
thieves!" She paused, but suddenly remembered that her aunt did not
know that one of the men was Ted's father, for that fact had been
ascertained after Louise left. "And we got the necklace!"
"Whew!" exclaimed Mr. Carlton, in amazement at their luck, and horror
at the experience. "Pretty sickening for you two girls! But, by the
way, did the other fellow have red hair?"
"Yes, he did. Though Lou and I only saw him from a distance. We didn't
want to go too near, for luckily the necklace was in the man's coat
beside the wreck, and the bodies were some distance away."
Seeing that the subject was unpleasant to Linda, Mr. Carlton never
mentioned it to her again during her entire visit.
Three weeks passed happily, and her father was sitting up in his chair,
when her aunt's restlessness became so apparent that Linda was willing
to go back to Green Falls.
"You see I'm on the committee for Field Day, my dear," explained Miss
Carlton, apologetically. "Besides, I hope you can take part in the
events."
"How could I, Aunt Emily? I'm not in practice for golf or tennis, or
any of the contests. I'm afraid I'd be a joke."
"I thought perhaps you might enter the airplane competitions,"
suggested her aunt, to Linda's consternation.
"Do you really mean it, Aunt Emily?" cried the girl, in delight. "Why,
I'd adore that!"
"Well, we'll see what the program calls for. If it isn't anything too
dangerous, like parachute jumping.... And another thing--it is very
important for you to be on hand, because Louise is planning a surprise
that you don't want to miss."
"Is she going to announce her engagement to Ralph Clavering, or
Harriman Smith?"
"Not that I know of! She isn't engaged to Ralph, is she?"
"She wasn't when I last saw her. But absence often lends enchantment,
you know!"
Miss Carlton looked searchingly into her niece's eyes, but she could
see only laughter in them. "Wouldn't you mind a bit, Linda, if Louise
married Ralph?" she inquired.
"Yes, certainly I'd mind," replied the girl seriously, "I don't think
Ralph--or any other boy we know--is good enough for Lou!"
"Oh, is that all?"
"Yes, that's all. Marriage is too serious for either of us--yet.... Now
tell me, Auntie, what you meant by that surprise!"
"You wait and see! It's something you'll like."
Linda thought perhaps it was the delightful party that greeted her when
she landed, three days later, at Green Falls. All of the old crowd were
there to welcome her--Louise and Dot Crowley, the two Claverings, Jim
Valier and Harriman Smith, Sara Wheeler, Sue Emery, Maurice Stetson,
and Joe Sinclair. They presented her with a beautiful little silver
airplane, a model for her desk, which served a useful purpose as a
stamp-box. Miss Carlton, who had arrived the day before by train, had
arranged an elaborate dinner for the whole party.
There was so much to talk about--the championships the young people
were hoping to win, the airplane stunts for which two noted flyers had
been engaged, the contests in flying that anyone with a private pilot's
license might enter. In this last event they were all hoping to star
Linda.
"Even a race, Linda," said Ralph, who seemed to have forgotten all
about their quarrel. "You'll enter, won't you?"
"Yes, indeed!" replied the girl, her eyes shining with anticipation.
"Aunt Emily has already given her consent."
Thinking there had been enough talking and too little dancing, Kitty
Clavering suggested that they turn on the radio. She was wearing her
pearl necklace, and rushing over every few minutes to kiss Linda or
Louise, in appreciation of their having recovered it.
"This is to be our last party, for almost a week," she said. "Ralph
says we all have to go in training--though I'd never win anything if
I trained for years. But I can't do much, with all the rest of you
practicing tennis and golf and swimming every minute, and going to bed
at ten o'clock! So let's make this party good!"
The evening passed happily, and no one but Kitty seemed to resent the
fact that they gave up social activities and late hours for a few
days. They all worked seriously at their own particular sports, and
Linda practiced loops and speeding with her plane.
Labor Day dawned, hot but clear--splendid weather for the out-door
event of the season. The Casino and the grounds around it were gayly
decorated for the fête; a band supplied music whenever there was a
lull, and refreshment-booths everywhere offered an opportunity for the
guests to eat outside, if they did not prefer the more formal luncheon
and dinner served at the restaurant.
Golf tournaments, swimming races and diving contests were on the
program for the morning, and the finals in tennis were to be played
off soon after lunch. Then came archery and quoits, drills by the Boy
Scouts and a pageant by the Girl Scouts. The last thing before supper
was the exhibition of flying.
Linda had decided not to go to the grounds in the morning, for she
wanted to have a mechanic inspect her plane, to ascertain that
everything was just right before her participation in the most
spectacular event of the day. She arrived soon after luncheon in the
Pursuit, leaving it at the runway behind the grounds, and strolling
over to the tennis matches, watched Ralph capture the men's singles'
cup, and Dot Crowley take the women's.
She found the archery contest interesting, and almost wished she had
entered, for her father had taught her the art of the bow. However, on
the whole she was satisfied to concentrate all her energy upon flying.
The acrobatics came first on the program; two aviators of considerable
repute in their profession had been advertised, although their names
had not yet been divulged. What was Linda's amazement, when she heard
Edward Mackay and Sam Hunter being introduced by the chairman! This had
been her aunt's doing, no doubt, for the latter was on the committee.
Was this the surprise she had so mysteriously mentioned, and if so,
what was Louise's part in it?
A hush fell over the huge throng as they watched the two flyers ascend
into the air and demonstrate all sorts of stunts for their amusement.
The falling leaf, the Immelman turn, the inside loop, and the much more
difficult outside loop--and a number of others to which even Linda
could not give a name. Then finally, from a height of five thousand
feet, Ted Mackay stepped off in a parachute and came safely to the
ground.
While she had been watching these skillful yet dangerous performances,
Linda's heart beat fast with excitement, her breath came in little
gasps of fear or relief, as the stunt began fearfully or ended in
safety. But now that her own turn was coming, she was surprisingly calm
and self-possessed.
With five other amateur flyers, all of whom were young men, she taxied
along the runway and took off into the air, mounting to fifteen hundred
feet, carefully keeping clear of her opponents. The looping began; she
completed one inside loop after another, until she had scored six.
Then she realized that she was too near the ground to take a chance
with another, and it was too late to ascend again. With the wisdom of
an Earhart or a Lindbergh, who never sacrifices safety for the sake of
foolish publicity, she cautiously landed. A few minutes later the other
planes all came down. Only one pilot, a college boy whom she had just
met, scored over her by completing ten loops.
After a short interval of rest, the signal that was to start the race
was given, and a moment later the gun went off, and six planes ascended
again, this time aiming for speed.
As the Pursuit soared smoothly upward and then straight ahead, Linda
experienced a great surge of pride--not for herself, but for her
wonderful little plane. It was almost as if it were a living thing,
like a beloved horse. So light, so easy to guide, so sure of its power!
On and on it sped, forging its way ahead, passing now one plane and
then another until it came abreast of the leader. The thrill, the
intoxication of the race took possession of the young aviatrix, and she
urged it on to its fullest speed.
Now she was passing the one that had looked like the winner from the
first! The shouts of her friends below were inaudible to her, but she
could feel their applause in her heart. In another second the gun went
off with a loud explosion which even the pilots could hear. The race
was over; Linda Carlton, the only feminine entry, had won!
Her friends, even acquaintances and strangers, almost mobbed her when
she finally landed. And the college boy who had come in second was
nicest of all. He and Ralph, forming a seat with their hands, carried
her high above their shoulders, through the crowd to the Casino where
the prizes were to be awarded.
Two cups had been provided as a reward for the looping and the racing,
and, amid the applause of hundreds, Linda and her new friend received
them. But that was not all; the chairman held up his arm for silence.
"I have another privilege!" he shouted, and the people suddenly became
quiet. "Our club, which among other things fosters aviation for useful
purposes, and is always on the lookout for deeds of courage which
result in the saving of life, wishes to make an award for such an
action. We have discovered, entirely unknown to her, that Miss Carlton
made a record flight to bring a noted surgeon to her dying father, in
time to perform the operation that saved his life. I therefore take
great pleasure in awarding this medal to Miss Linda Carlton, of Green
Falls!"
A deep wave of color surged over the girl's face as she listened to
her own name in connection with the speaker's words. Was it possible
that this great honor should come to her, when she had merely performed
her duty, and been thankful to be able to do it? Her knees shook, her
eyelids fluttered, as she blushingly stepped forward again. But she
caught sight of Louise among the crowd--Lou, who had arranged this as
her surprise--and then she saw her aunt, with Ted beside her, and she
suddenly felt at ease, and smiled.
It was over at last, the applause and the congratulations, and Linda
was walking with these three back to her plane when she noticed a
wheelchair, pushed by a white-clad nurse. It must be--it was--her
father!
"Daddy!" she cried, pushing her way through the crowd to him. "You are
here! How wonderful!"
"It is you who are wonderful, my dear girl!" he returned. "I am prouder
than I have ever been in my life!"
"Daddy--" she lowered her voice--"you don't mind my being with Ted
Mackay? Because Aunt Emily----"
"Of course not!" he interrupted. "I know all about the boy's part in
saving you--your aunt told me. I--I--am ready to admit I was wrong. You
will forgive me?"
"Why, of course!" She smiled joyfully; there was so much to be happy
about now. "And may I have him for a friend?" she asked, timidly.
"So long as you don't marry him--or anybody else--for a long time!"
Her reply was reassuring:
"I won't, Daddy dear! My career as a flyer has only just begun!"
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's Linda Carlton, Air Pilot, by Edith Lavell