Linda Carlton's Hollywood Flight

rranged for seven o'clock so that the girls could make an early start. The skies were stil

ied Linda. "We'll be following the regular air-line. I think that is really

cross Death Vall

at has no terrors for me. And we shall miss the wors

and gas, in case you c

to the big, red-haired young man at the head

inspection, too," he repl

d Linda, for she had great confidence in Ted

bottles with water and coffee. For she had never forgotten Linda's first long flight when they had been stranded on a lonely prairie, far

" Linda cried, as she

xt week, on your way hom

. Linda's way lay straight before her, and she flew on and on, keeping a sharp watch all the time for other planes, until the clouds beneath her had completely dispersed. Passing over Kansas, she left Wichita behind long before noon time, and pressed on t

rent from the East-that they had not realized how late it was growing. Hunger finally d

to Linda, through th

them, covered with dry bushes. There wasn't a sign of civilizat

rned Dot. "You haven't forgotte

l the sooner. Something tells me that we're

following the beacon lights straight along the way. O.

Linda kept right on flying. But it was still light when the

ful that the day, though uneventful, had passed so pleasantly, and

ning. For hours they flew over this hot, dry plateau region, where the water supply was scanty, and where they coul

town in Arizona, to rest and get their lunch. "It lies up in the north-western part of t

ed her companion. "We'll have more time to enjoy th

long as we get home before the fi

Mountains, where the climate was lovely. Orange groves blossomed everywhere, the air was sweet and delicious; they felt a great envy of the people who could always live in this beaut

came to the ground at the airport, and she stiffl

en we want her to," cor

re at the airport while we go

o go tonight. Let's have a good dinner and get some sleep and start out fresh tomorrow morning. We'll have ou

or an opportunity to speak to them. It was growing dark, but the beacon searchlight at the airport was bright enough for them to see him p

girls who landed on the top of that newspaper building in Kans

She couldn't

a friend who is a reporter-he's around here somewhere, for he stops here every da

, immediately. "So please don't let

ne. Girls fly all over the country every day alone. It really

y the Atlantic once, but now it seems rather common-place. The first p

t!" returned Dot, laughingl

that Linda Carlton is here at Los Angeles-or rather, at Hollywood? You remember her-the first g

in distress. This was a fine situ

ton," the aviatrix fin

Sallie Slocum!" in

ant. "Nevertheless, I want this autogiro registered he

d the attendant, mak

sed the door without even so much as good-bye to th

y reporters seem to bob up anywhere and

as really my fault in the first place, for landing on

t. "It'll blow over, and be forgot

o much about their 'Cocoanut

secured a room. They engaged it for only a couple of days, little thinkin

-room as if they were actresses. Even Linda admitted that she enjoyed

care-free," she said. "As if we

ally haven't

ing-room, hoping to catch a glimpse of a famous star or a celebrated flier. But

we could attend," remarked Dot, when, after dinner,

uldn't get in, anyhow. Unless I pretended to be

laug

girl doubling for you-and then yo

like 'Alice in W

ual happened, the girls spent a pleasant evening

charming bedroom, "I am tired, even though we

n, than dash off like Frank Hawks. And when you compare it to the way

t was it that that movie sai

to remember much now.... Wake me up early tomo