_The Aviation Job_
"It's marvelous!" exclaimed Linda, as the salesman came to meet her
after her test-flight in the autogiro. "Will you have her filled with
gas and oil, while I sign the contract? I'll take her with me."
The salesman smiled at Ted Mackay.
"In the same way any other woman would buy a hat," he remarked, to
Louise's amusement.
"You found it easy to fly, Miss Carlton?" he inquired.
"Wonderful!" she replied. "So simple that a child could almost do it!
It certainly is the plane of the future, or of the present, I should
say."
"We'll probably see one perched on everybody's roof within the next
five years," teased Louise, although in reality she shared her chum's
admiration for it.
While the mechanics gave the autogiro a thorough inspection, the
little group strolled to the office to sign the papers and to meet the
president of the company.
The salesman introduced Mr. Pitcairn, and added, proudly, "This is
_the_ Miss Carlton, of world-wide fame! The only woman who ever flew
the Atlantic alone! And I have had the honor, to sell Miss Carlton an
autogiro!"
Linda blushed as she shook hands, and her eyelids fluttered in
embarrassment. She could never get used to public admiration.
Immediately she began to talk about her new possession.
"I want it for every-day flying," she explained. "I think it will be
wonderful for that."
"We believe that it is," agreed the older man. "And we are honored
indeed, Miss Carlton, that you have chosen it. It will be a feather in
our cap."
"Miss Carlton never thinks of things like that," remarked Louise. "But
I guess we're glad that she doesn't!"
While Linda signed the necessary papers, and handed her check to the
salesman, the president inquired what her plans included now that she
had graduated from the Ground School with such success.
"I don't exactly know," she replied. "I want to get some kind of
aviation job--I am more interested in the use of planes in every-day
life than I am in races and spectacular events, though I understand
that these have their place. Of course I haven't found anything to do
yet, but I mean to try."
"You expect to give your whole time to flying?" asked the other. He had
thought, naturally, that a girl in Linda Carlton's circumstances would
just do it for sport.
"Yes--a regular full-time job. I'm not sure what--not selling planes,
for I don't believe I'd care for that. And not the mail--unless I can't
get anything else. You don't happen to know of any openings, do you,
Mr. Pitcairn?"
"Let me see," he said. "Things are a little slow now. Of course there
are the air-transportation companies, but their routes are about as
cut-and-dried as the mail pilot's.... I take it you would rather have a
little more excitement.... There's crop dusting, during the summer. You
have heard of that, no doubt?"
"Yes, I have read about it."
"You know, then, that one plane flying over a field can spray as many
plants in a day as a hundred of the ordinary spraying machines?"
His listeners gasped in astonishment. What marvelous advances in
progress aviation was bringing about!
"I happen to know of a company in the South that is just forming,"
he continued. "Because of lack of capital, they are in great need of
pilots with planes of their own. If you are interested, I am sure they
would be glad to take you on."
"That sounds very interesting," agreed Linda, eagerly. "I'm sure I'd
like that. And an autogiro ought to be especially adapted for this kind
of thing. I could fly so low--and land so easily----"
"Exactly! Incidentally, you'd be doing our company a big favor by
showing the public new uses for an autogiro. If Miss Carlton, of
international reputation, flies anywhere, the account of it is sure to
be in the newspapers!"
"I wouldn't count too much on that, Mr. Pitcairn," protested Linda,
modestly. "I really am not 'news' any more.... But I shall be grateful
for the name of this firm, if you will write it down for me. Where is
it located?"
"In Georgia--the southern part," he informed her. "Here is the
address," he added, handing her a card. "And I will write myself today
to tell them of their good fortune!"
"Georgia!" repeated Louise. "It's going to be awfully hot there, Linda.
Compared with Green Falls--or even Spring City."
"Why not pick a job in Canada?" suggested Ted. "You'd like Canada, if
you didn't choose the coldest part of the year to visit it."
Louise shuddered at the memory of their adventure during the preceding
Christmas holidays.
"I never want to see Canada again!" she said. "And I don't believe
Linda does either!"
It was not the memory of that cold night in the Canadian woods, or of
the cruelty of the police, however, that made Linda frown and hesitate
now. Nor did the heat of the South trouble her--weather was all in the
day's work to her. But the thought of the distance between Georgia and
Ohio, and what such a separation might mean to her Aunt Emily, deterred
her from accepting the offer immediately. It hardly seemed right to be
away all winter and spring, and then to go far off again in the summer.
"Would I have to promise to do this all summer, if I took it on?" she
inquired.
"No, certainly not. A month would be enough, for the first time. That
would give you August with your family, Miss Carlton, before you
accepted a regular aviation job in the fall."
This sounded much better to Linda, and she promised to write within the
nest week, if her father agreed.
It was lots of fun riding back to Spring City in her autogiro the
following day, although she flew alone, for Louise wanted to return
with Ted. Without a mishap of any kind she brought the "Ladybug" down
on the field behind her house.
When she entered her home, she found that her father had arrived during
her absence. He was waiting for her in the library.
"Daddy!" she cried, joyfully, for Mr. Carlton's visits were always a
pleasant surprise to his only child. "You came at just the right time!
Come out and see my Bug!"
"Must you call it that, Linda?" asked her Aunt Emily, who, like all
good housekeepers detested every sort of insect.
Linda laughed.
"Take a look at it, Aunt Emily, and see whether you could think of a
better name."
Miss Carlton peered through the screen door.
"Where is it?" she asked.
"Come out on the porch, and you can see it," replied Linda.
Dragging her father and her aunt each by a hand, she gleefully skipped
through the door.
"There!" she cried, as one who displays a marvel.
At the top of the hill, on the field behind the lovely Colonial house,
they saw the new possession. Or rather, the top of the autogiro, for it
was not wholly visible.
"It looks like a clothes-dryer to me," remarked Miss Carlton. "Or a
wind-mill."
"But you agree that I couldn't call it my 'Clothes-dryer,' or my
'Wind-mill,' don't you, Aunt Emily? The words are too long. Besides,
Lou thought of the cleverest name--the 'Ladybug.' But you needn't
worry, Auntie, she won't ever creep into your spotless house!"
"I should hope not!"
"In a way, Emily," observed Linda's father, "it's a good name as far as
you are concerned. You hate planes--and you hate bugs!"
"Only, Aunt Emily is going to love my autogiro," insisted Linda,
putting her arm affectionately about the older woman, who had been the
only mother she had ever known. "One of my biggest reasons for choosing
an autogiro was because it is the safest flying machine known." Her
tone grew soft, so low that her father could not hear, and she added,
with her head turned aside, "I do want you to know that I care about
your feelings, Aunt Emily."
Miss Carlton's eyes grew misty; Linda had always been so sweet, so
thoughtful! Her niece couldn't help it, if she had a marvelous brain,
and a mechanical mind. No wonder she wanted to use them!
"It's going to be the ambition of my life to convert Aunt Emily to
flying," she announced, in a gay tone. "See if I don't, Daddy!"
"I hope so," he said. "How about taking me up for a little fly?"
"A fly?" repeated Linda, playfully. "You a fly--and my new plane a bug!
Oh, think of poor Aunt Emily!"
"Now, Linda, I do believe you're getting silly!"
But already she was pulling her father down the steps, eager to show
off her beloved possession.
Mr. Carlton proved almost as enthusiastic as his daughter about it.
When they returned to the house, he laughingly told his sister that he
was thinking of buying one for himself, to use to fly back and forth
from New York, where his business was located.
Miss Carlton groaned.
"Then we'll have two flying maniacs in the house!" she exclaimed.
"No--Linda and I will usually be up in the air," he corrected, "not
often in the house."
Linda had scarcely time to change from her flyer's suit into an
afternoon dress, and no chance at all to talk with her father about
Mr. Pitcairn's suggestion about a job, when Ralph Clavering drove over
to see her. Linda was delighted, of course; here was another person to
whom she could display her autogiro. Ralph was a licensed pilot, too,
although with him flying was only a secondary interest, and he had
never had his own plane.
"Come out and see my 'Ladybug'!" she insisted. "And wouldn't you like
to try her out? I might let you!"
"No, thanks, Linda--I'd be sure to do something wrong. Besides, I'd
rather talk to you--those things make such an infernal noise. No, just
show it to me, and then let's go and have a game of tennis before
supper, if you're not too tired."
"I've almost forgotten how to play," replied the girl. "But I'll try.
If you will come out and see my 'Ladybug' first."
After they had examined the autogiro, and were driving to the Country
Club in Ralph's roadster, the young man turned the conversation to the
topic of vacation at Green Falls, the resort at which Linda's aunt, and
most of her friends, had spent the preceding summer. Ralph told Linda
about a new motor boat that he was getting, and spoke of the contests
in all sorts of sports that would be repeated this year.
"How soon do you think you can get off, Linda?" he concluded eagerly.
"Not till August, I'm afraid," she replied, to his dismay.
"August!" he repeated, in horror. "You're not going to pull some new
stunt on us, are you, Linda? Fly the Pacific--or the Arctic Ocean?"
The girl laughed, and shook her head.
"I'm through with stunts for a while, Ralph--you needn't worry about
that. No; what I am planning now is steady work. I expect to take a
job, as soon as Kit's wedding is over."
"A job? Where?"
"In Georgia, probably." She went into details about the proposition.
"You would!" he muttered, sulkily. "And pick out such a hot spot, that
nobody would want to go with you.... Linda, why can't you be sensible
like other girls--like my sister Kit, for instance?"
"Kit?"
"Yes. And get married."
He leaned over hopefully, and put his hand on her arm. Now that Linda
had accomplished her ambition in flying the Atlantic, perhaps she would
be willing to settle down to marriage and a normal life.
But she drew away, smiling.
"Don't, Ralph!" she warned him. "Remember that you promised me you
wouldn't ask me till you had finished college."
"All right, all right," he muttered, irritably, resolving that he
wouldn't again. Let her wait awhile! She'd probably get tired of
working after she'd had a taste of it for a month in that hot climate.
They met Dot Crowley and Jim Valier at the tennis courts, and doubled
up with them for a couple of sets. But they were badly beaten, for
these two were the best team at the Club.
After dinner that evening Linda had a chance to tell her father and her
aunt of her proposed plan for the coming month, and won their consent,
when she announced her intention of spending August at Green Falls. To
Miss Carlton she put the all-important question of clothes; the older
woman promised to get her half a dozen flyer's suits of linen for the
trip.
During the next week Linda accepted enough invitations to satisfy even
her Aunt Emily, and she wore one new dress after another, and flitted
from tennis match or picnic to tea or dance, as the program happened to
be. The grand finale was Kitty's wedding, at the girl's beautiful home
just outside of Spring City.
It was a gorgeous affair, and Linda could not help thinking how Bess
Hulbert, the Lieutenant's sister, would have enjoyed it, had she not
given her life in the attempt to win the big prize which Linda herself
had captured. Personally, she did not like the affair nearly so much as
Louise's simple wedding at Easter.
Linda was quiet as she drove home beside her Aunt Emily in the
limousine. She could not help wondering whether this event did not
mark the end of her girlhood, the beginning of her career as a
self-supporting woman--out in the world. No longer would she be free to
come and go as she liked, to see her old friends at any and all hours
of the day and evening. The thought was a little saddening, and she
sighed.
Her aunt laid her hand over her niece's.
"Why the sigh, dear?" she inquired. "Tired?"
Linda nodded.
"Yes--and weddings are so solemn--so sort of sad, aren't they, Auntie?
To the other people, I mean--for of course there's nothing sad about
Kit and Tom. But it means I won't see them much----"
"It isn't their wedding that causes that, dear," Miss Carlton reminded
her. "Kitty and Tom will be back and forth often, I think, for they
are not living far away.... But it's you who are leaving the rest,
Linda. Oh, if you only wouldn't go so far away, dear!"
"I guess you're right, Aunt Emily," admitted the other. "But I can't
have my cake and eat it too. There isn't any flying job in Spring City."
Miss Carlton was silent; there was no use in going over the old
argument. Instead, she asked:
"How soon do you go, Linda?"
"Tomorrow--if the weather is good. I received my map and my
instructions several days ago. I'm all ready. The Ladybug's in perfect
shape."
"If you only didn't have to go alone!" sighed the older woman.
"Yes. If I only had Lou!"
"Couldn't you take some other girl?"
"As a matter of fact, I did suggest such a thing to Dot Crowley. She's
competent, you know--has her pilot's license--and she's such a peach of
a girl. I know we'd get along beautifully together. But she's all tied
up with a tennis match, and can't possibly leave now."
Little did Linda think, as she took off the following morning in the
bright June sunshine, how deeply she was to regret this decision of
Dot's, how she was to wish a hundred times within the next week that
she had some companion who was a friend.
For the people she fell among proved to be the worst sort of
associates.