_Rivals_
When Linda got back to the boarding-house on Sunday afternoon, she
dashed eagerly up to her room to tell the news to Louise. But her chum
was not there.
"Where is Lou?" she called to the landlady.
"Out with Mr. Mackay," replied the woman, smiling.
There was nothing to do but wait, so Linda tried to busy herself with
her studies. But for once she could not get her mind off the subject of
Bess Hulbert, and concentrate.
About five o'clock Louise finally arrived. She looked radiantly happy.
"I've got something thrilling to tell you, Linda!" she exclaimed,
giving the other girl a hug.
"And I have something not so thrilling to tell you!" returned Linda.
"Well, out with it! Let's get the bad news over first!" Louise took off
her hat and coat and settled down in the arm-chair beside the window.
Her eyes took on a dreamy expression.
"I met Bess Hulbert!" Linda announced, expecting Louise to jump into
the air at the startling fact. But she did no such thing; she took the
information with the utmost calm.
"Well, of all things," she remarked. "Where?"
"At an airplane company in Nashville, Tennessee. And Lou, she confessed
everything."
"Might as well," muttered her room-mate. "We knew it all anyway."
"She put up a touching plea for forgiveness. Why, she even promised to
pay me for the Pursuit, if I didn't turn her over to the authorities."
"And what did you say?"
"That I couldn't decide, without talking to you.... Now, what do you
think?"
"I think that she ought to be put into prison, of course!" replied
Louise. "But it's up to you, Linda. I'll be too busy for the next few
months to be bothered prosecuting criminals.... You see, I'm engaged to
Ted!"
"Engaged!" Though Linda had expected this to happen, she had no idea
it would come so soon. Somehow, she thought Louise would not settle
anything definitely until after the flight to Paris.
"Yes, that's my thrilling news! Aren't you pleased, Linda?"
"Of course I am, darling! I think it's wonderful.... I was just being
selfish--wondering whether it would interfere with our flight."
"No indeed it won't! I told Ted I wouldn't consider giving that up.
We're not going to be married until June."
"Then I'll have you three months more!" cried Linda, joyfully.
"Whoopee! Long enough to finish our course here. After that we probably
should have been separated anyway, because you know I expect to take a
job."
"You have to be my maid-of-honor," Louise informed her. "That will be a
job for you."
"The kind of job Aunt Emily would approve of. I'll be tickled to death,
of course, Lou."
"I'm going home at Easter," continued the other girl, "and Ted is
coming too. We'll make all our plans then. You expect to go home for
the holidays too, don't you? We have a week."
"I thought something of going over to New Castle, to see how my
Bellanca is coming along. Then I'd go back to Spring City for the rest
of the time." She did not add that she had been hoping Louise would go
with her; such a suggestion was out of the question now.
"Suppose Bess Hulbert beats us, and our trip has to be canceled,"
remarked Louise. "Aren't you taking an awful chance letting her off?"
"Yes, but I'd hate myself if I prosecuted her just because I was afraid
of her as a rival. In fact, that's the very reason I'm inclined to let
her off--because of the sporting side of the thing. If she weren't
planning to compete for this prize, I'm sure I'd have her held for
smuggling, anyway, for it would be a difficult matter to prove that she
did something to injure my plane."
"You're a queer girl, Linda," observed her companion. "You can be so
much more impersonal than most of our sex. I admire you for it."
Study was out of the question for that evening, because Louise just had
to talk, and this time Linda humored her, listening in amusement to the
girl's praises of Ted Mackay, and her rosy dreams of the future.
In the days that followed Louise tried to settle down to work, but she
discovered it to be impossible. Her mind was completely absorbed with
her trousseau, her wedding, the little house she and Ted meant to buy
and furnish. The only thing about flying that interested her at all was
the trans-Atlantic trip; for this she had not lost her enthusiasm.
April arrived, bringing the Easter vacation, for the holiday fell late
that year. The girls parted, to meet again at Spring City a day or two
later.
Linda considered herself exceptionally fortunate to make the trip to
New Castle by air. One of the students who owned a plane happened to
be flying east for the week's vacation, and offered to take her with
him. The weather was delightful, and her visit wholly satisfactory. The
Bellanca would be ready for her by the first week of May.
She boarded a train back to Spring City, and arrived only a day after
Louise. But that one day had been sufficient to spread the news of the
latter's engagement all over the little town, and in spite of the fact
that social affairs had slowed down for Lent, she was being entertained
by everyone.
Linda went directly home and found her Aunt Emily anxiously waiting for
her.
"There's a tea at the Flying Club, dear," Miss Carlton told her,
almost before she had removed her hat and coat. "And Kitty has phoned
twice for you."
"Then I'll have to go right away, I suppose," laughed Linda. "You do
love to get me into society, don't you, Aunt Emily?"
"Somebody has to keep up that end of it," replied the older woman. "But
first, before you go, I want to talk to you.... About that flight to
Paris."
Linda stood perfectly still, unable to keep from trembling. In these
three months that had passed since Christmas, neither had ever
mentioned the subject, although the girl knew that her father had
performed his mission as he promised her on New Year's day. Now, at
this late date, was her aunt going to put forth objections? She waited
tensely for the latter to continue.
"I gave your father my word that I wouldn't do anything to keep you
from going," said Miss Carlton, "and you must admit that I have kept to
it. But circumstances have changed. I think I have a right, and a duty,
to speak now."
"Why--now?" stammered Linda. "What has changed?" She was unable to
follow her aunt's reasoning.
"Because of Louise's engagement--of course. It wouldn't be fair to Ted
Mackay for her to take a risk like that. You must think of him, Linda."
Linda fingered her coat nervously, wondering whether she was being
selfish.
"But Ted is willing for Lou to go," she objected. "And she's crazy
about it herself."
"Because she cares so much for you, my dear--not because she cares for
the flight itself. If you weren't going, you know she'd never think of
attempting it alone."
Linda smiled; how could she tell her aunt, without appearing conceited,
that Louise was not capable of such a feat?
"Lou hasn't had enough experience, Aunt Emily," she finally said.
"But she has been at school as long as you have. And she accompanied
you on most of your flights last summer.... No, dear--she doesn't care
the way you do. And I don't want you to be selfish."
"All right, Aunt Emily, I'll talk it over with her," agreed Linda, as
she went up to her bedroom to change into an afternoon dress for the
tea.
All her joyousness at seeing the almost-completed Bellanca had
suddenly vanished at her aunt's warning; she felt blue again, just as
she had that day before Christmas when she offered to turn her money
over to her father. In a way things were worse now, for she could not
go to her chum for sympathy, as on the previous occasion. That would be
taking an unfair advantage, literally forcing Louise to accompany her.
She dressed quickly and drove to the Flying Club in her sports
roadster, anxious to get away from her own unhappy thoughts.
Kitty Clavering, in a flowered chiffon, and sporting a lovely
diamond on her left hand, came to greet her immediately, and in the
congratulations and the gayety that followed, Linda forgot her troubles
for the time being.
Louise, who was the center of attraction, was completely surrounded by
her friends, and it was some minutes before Linda had a chance to speak
to her.
"Have you a date for tonight, Lou?" she asked. "Has Ted come yet?"
"No--to both questions," replied Louise. "I promised the family I'd
stay home, for some aunts and cousins are coming. Now that I've caught
my man, they want to look me over," she added flippantly. "And Ted
won't be here till tomorrow. Why? What's on?"
"I--I'd like to have a talk with you about our flight," said Linda. "I
was going to ask you to come over to our house and stay all night."
"That's O.K. with me. Only you'll have to come to our house instead."
The conversation was interrupted by Ralph Clavering, who had spied
Linda for the first time. He took her hand impulsively, and held it so
long that she was forced to pull it away.
"Where have you been?" he demanded, irritably. "I've been home from
college for four days, just waiting for you!"
"I stopped at New Castle to see my Bellanca," Linda explained, smiling
at his impatience. In spite of everything she did and said to the
contrary, he always acted as if he owned her.
"Linda! You're not really counting on that ocean trip?" he demanded,
making no effort to hide his disapproval.
(Why, oh why, she wondered, is everybody against me?)
"I am, though," she answered.
"Louise won't go with you now, will she?"
"She fully expected to, when I said good-by to her at school. Of
course her family may have changed their minds about letting her."
"I shouldn't think Mackay would permit such a thing!" asserted Ralph,
masterfully.
"Pull yourself together, Ralph!" teased Linda. "This isn't Queen
Victoria's time--when men say what women can or can't do!"
"Well, if she were my wife--or my fiancée----"
"Which she isn't! Come on, Ralph, let's dance. So you'll get over your
grouch."
"It isn't a grouch. It's genuine worry.... Listen, Linda: if you're
bound to fly to Paris, take me along with you, instead of Louise. Then
at least we could die together."
"Don't be so morbid!" cried Linda. "Nobody's going to die. Besides,
I couldn't take you. The whole point of the thing would be lost. The
prize goes to the _girl_ or _girls_ who fly without a man's help."
"You could explain that I wasn't a help, only a hindrance," he
suggested. "That I don't know half so much about piloting a plane as
you do, and nothing at all about navigating it."
"No good, Ralph. Come on, let's dance, as I suggested before. And talk
about something else. How you're going to entertain me tomorrow night,
for instance."
The young man's mood changed instantly, and the rest of the afternoon
passed pleasantly. Indeed, it was with difficulty that Linda broke away
at six o'clock, in order to have time to dash home to tell her aunt of
her plans, and to put some clothing into her over-night bag.
Louise's family were just ready to sit down to dinner when Linda
arrived, and as the former had explained, there was an assortment of
relatives. But both girls went out of their way to be agreeable, and
when they went up to Louise's room a little after ten, they left only
the most pleasant impressions.
"Now tell me about the Bellanca," urged Louise, thinking this was
Linda's reason for wanting to see her alone.
"Oh, it's marvelous, of course. More wonderful than its pictures." But
her tone lacked enthusiasm.
"What's the matter, Linda?" inquired the other girl. "What has gone
wrong?"
"Nothing.... Only, Aunt Emily thinks I'm selfish to keep you to your
promise. She wants me to urge you to give up the flight."
"Don't you just love it the way other people always want to run your
life?" remarked Louise. "With all due respect to your Aunt Emily, you
can tell her from me, that I'm going! That's all there is to it. If I
were married, it would be different. But I'm not!"
"Oh, Lou, you really want to?" cried Linda, hugging her joyfully. "I'm
not being selfish--and dragging you with me?"
"Absolutely not. We've set the date, and we're going!"
So Linda Carlton went happily to sleep that night, believing that
everything was settled. Little did she think that on the following day
two momentous events were to take place that would entirely disrupt her
plans.
It all happened at the breakfast table, with the abruptness of an
electric storm. Mr. Haydock spied the news first, in the paper which
lay at his place. His mouth fell open and he stared at the sheet in
dismay.
"'Mabel and Joyce Lightcap take off in tri-motored Ford for Paris!'" he
read aloud to Linda and Louise.
"What?" gasped his daughter, jumping up from her chair and staring at
the headlines over his shoulder.
"'In quest of the twenty-five-thousand-dollar prize offered by Mrs.
Rodman Hallowell to the first girls who successfully fly from New York
to Paris without a man,'" he continued.
Linda sat listening, speechless.
Louise went on reading where her father had stopped.
"'The Misses Lightcap, who are sisters, twenty-two and twenty-three
years of age, had kept their plans secret until last night, when they
arrived at Roosevelt Field in the tri-motored plane. They left at
dawn this morning. Weather reports are favorable, and the radio will
announce their progress throughout the course of the day and night....'"
Louise dropped back into her chair, not daring to show Linda any
sympathy, lest her chum burst out crying. She was probably the only
person who realized what that flight meant to Linda Carlton.
"Of course they may not get there," observed Mr. Haydock, soothingly.
"You girls may still get your chance."
"Perhaps it's all for the best," observed his wife, unable to conceal
her feeling of relief at the knowledge that now Louise probably would
not go.
Still Linda said nothing. Silently she ate her grapefruit and drank her
coffee. But she believed she would choke if she tried to swallow any
toast.
At last the ordeal was over, and she and Louise rose from the table,
about to go into the living-room with the newspaper, when a telegram
arrived for the latter, containing another startling piece of news,
this time from Ted Mackay.
"Transferred to Wichita, Kansas," Louise read aloud. "Beginning May
first. Can't we be married now?... Arriving Spring City tonight."
Louise dropped into a chair and burst out laughing. What a relief from
the tension!
"Might as well do it!" she cried. "Now that these girls have stolen the
honors!"
"You really would like to be married next week?" inquired her mother.
"Yes, if Ted is going so far away. Of course I'll wait to see if these
Lightcap women really arrive, but we ought to hear tonight...." She led
Linda up to their bedroom.
"I really didn't want to go back to school anyway," she explained, when
the girls were alone. "I've learned all I wanted to."
"You mean you'll always have Ted, in case things go wrong with your
plane?" asked Linda. It was the first time she had spoken since she had
heard the breath taking news.
"That's about it. I could never hope to learn as much as he knows.
Besides, I don't want to. Just have a license to fly--that's my
ambition."
Linda began to put her things into the over-night bag, mechanically, as
if she hardly knew what she was doing.
"I think I had better go home now, Lou, because you'll have a million
things to do if you want to get married next week. You had better get
right to work."
"I will, though I guess mother'll take charge of most everything," she
replied, her mind already occupied with the plans for her trousseau and
her wedding. The flight to Paris was forgotten.
"I can't have engraved invitations," she muttered, half to herself.
"I'll have to telephone everybody. But I guess Miss Bonner can rush my
wedding-dress through, she's always so obliging----"
Linda kissed her good-by, and went downstairs. In another minute she
was alone in her roadster.
Alone! Yes, that was the word. Completely alone! Bitterly she thought
that there was no one in all the world who would not be thankful that
her dream was shattered. Everybody--her aunt, Ralph Clavering, Ted
Mackay, her father--yes, and Louise herself--every single person would
heave a sigh of relief at the change in the plans.
She entered the house noiselessly, unwilling to see her aunt yet,
for fear the latter would gloat over the news. But soon a desire for
information of the flyers got the better of her; she must hear the
news. After all, she had to admire their spirit; she must not sulk over
her own disappointment like a spoiled child. She went into the library
and turned on the radio.
Except for her meals, she never left the instrument that day, listening
to the reports as they came over the wireless. First the plane was
sighted off Newfoundland; then a ship identified it half-way across the
ocean. At supper time the bulletin came through that the plane had been
seen off the Irish coast, and the newspapers went wild with joy. What a
triumph for the feminine sex! Even Amelia Earhart took a man with her!
This was new; this was history--great as the moment when the suffrage
movement had been won!
By evening Linda had succeeded in controlling her own feelings, and was
able to rejoice with the rest of the world. She even left the radio and
went to a dance with Ralph Clavering, and was somehow able to enjoy
herself, although she felt like a different person.
The next morning the newspapers blazed forth the story that Mabel and
Joyce Lightcap had landed safe and sound in Paris, and would receive
their prize that night at a royal reception in their honor.