Linda Carlton's Hollywood Flight

remarked Linda, as she and Dot stepped into a bus for Holl

,” Dot reminded her. “Oh, a

am. What girl

ow, won’t you change your mind an

of course I’m keen to see the stars face to face, but I still haven’

e picture after the Film Corporation have advertised it, and t

d have been more careful abou

them that you’re the real Li

with me. I only wish I had my Distinguished Flying Cross, b

looked prosperous and well dressed; from their appearance they might easily be moving-picture

pt bungalows and homes of every description. As if everyone who lived there were wealthy. The fresh green lawns, the tall palm t

he Apex Film Corporation, housed in a large and imposing building. As they ascended the s

s—applying for jobs—and throw u

da! Your name would

en’t much here, where they have a worl

m, where a “publicity” girl, who looked like an actress hers

h the information that the g

s secretary will see you,” s

Dot,” begged Linda, a

an fly over the Atlantic Ocean alone, and you’

courage whenever a fit of shyness overtook her? Holding her head

, stood up as the girls entered. He opened his mouth to speak—bu

ake,” he finally m

ghed, qui

oss, I believe his name is, has made it. I am the real Linda Carlton,

read over the you

d that he did not suppose anything of the sort. How nasty he was, not even

shot up i

u, Mr. Sprague?” she demanded, haughtily. “Miss Carlton is a

sed to being rebuked by others. Little as she was, Dot Cr

handbag and held

e verified,” sh

man star

these?” he asked, slyly. “F

disdain, as Sprague rang a bell and summoned a young woman

t with the cards, “what do you propose to do a

my name from the pictures, and print a s

smiled sar

part yoursel

or inclination to go into the moving pictures. Your actre

actress. He just engaged her for the value of the publicity. And, i

licenses back for me now, Mr. Sprague, and when you have proof, Mr. Vo

se in five minutes. The other girl also had licenses in the name of Miss Linda Carlto

imed Dot. “People can’t counter

smiled in his

can counterfeit anyth

e can place them side by side with

shook

o that now. They have already been handed

he give them ba

ow, pro

” questioned Linda, with aston

coast. She’s due here tomorrow afternoon, flying into the

r,” announced Linda, with

lock. I’ll

for they hated to go without the licenses

. “Of all the smug, self-satisfied, litt

ut he probably likes the false Linda, and be

t. And the ridiculous way he tried to trip you up, asking where

n Goss who will decide the thing. Let’s forget him now, and go to one of th

man handsome. Indeed, the stenographers and waitresses were no doubt girls who had won beauty contests at home, only to come to Hollywood to find that beauty was as common as blades of gra

d the girls entered it with subdued excitement. Although it was crowded, the head waiter succeede

ir eyes wandered about the softly lighted room, recognizing nobo

Crawford!”

he

ere—to t

rl with

le won’t recognize her. But I’m sure it’s she. And there’s h

yes on one of Hollywood’s most

laimed Linda. “With that director she’

ses better than those foreigners

asked Linda, jealously. She had a great admiration for

.. Oh, look, Lind

ou mean Jun

sculine Dimples.

eler be thrilled if she were

you stayed around here, Linda, and too

a la

ever want to do is m

,” agreed Dot, sensibly. “The

wood is the town where they make pictures, they also have many gorgeous picture palaces. Both Linda and Dot felt proud to know that

straight to their room to dress elaborately for dinner. They were almost rea

Film Corporation, the man whom they had hope

—er—Carlton?” he asked. “Sprague has just told me the

. “I shall be glad to see

the receiver an

. Sprague wouldn’t have noticed the difference at once. Instead, he’d have gre

picture, with that helmet on. She was your build and your

ing to

ut we shall

to get Mr. Von Goss’s reaction. At any rate, he was a

Linda heard herself being paged just as

off?” suggested the

sted Linda. “I need

een blue eyes—obviously a man of power in his own field. Nevertheless, he looked thoroughl

?” he inquired, as Linda came

end, Miss Crowley. Shall we go into one o

led the way into a small room t

cigarette, Miss—er—C

Linda. “But you go ahead

lighted

f what you claim is true, and we ha

fs?” asked Linda, hoping that h

spaper pictures I’ve ever seen of the famous aviatrix. If she is

pictures?” inquir

surveyed he

h a smile. “But of course you’re in evening dres

put in Dot,

“there’s the possibility that the real Miss Carlton’s

!” exclaimed Dot, wit

to a definite conclusion. “Get the two of us together, and have so

tified our Miss Carlton,” interrupted the director. “It was S

am the only woman in the United States to hold an airplane mechanic’s license.... Now, my cards could be stolen, but not my knowle

estion. It was an ingenious plan, and i

ver make such a suggestion. We’ll try the thing out tomorrow. When the other girl

ted Linda. “But Mr.

go to a reception with me? One of the stars is giving a house-warming at her new p

ly. “But please wait until we put on our very