Linda Carlton's Hollywood Flight

ace than a home—out in the rich, exclusive Beverly Hills section, among those of other famous actors and actresses whose salaries soar

r evening cloaks in a beautiful blue satin boudoir. “But what is the

o much,” s

. I read somewhere that even that is a long time for an actress.

p what you like to do best.

ys—only she means it differently. Th

o join Mr. Von Goss, who was waiting for

g in,” whispered Linda. “Do I look t

star here, and lots prettier tha

in that peach chiffon, Dot.

. “I’m not going to have any inferiority

introducing Linda to everybody as the most famous girl flier in the world. It was

s if she wanted to gasp for breath, so overcome was she by the brilliancy of it all. It

ible. Her rich, low voice was charming, her complexion perfect, her golden hair like the pictures of a fai

ng Linda’s hand in hers. “I am only an amateur flier, but I love i

Harding that she was her favorite star, but she was too shy to utter the words. She

r, came to

y. “She goes to see all your pictures—two or three times. Especially

ed Miss Harding. “An

lying without any interruption for about ten minutes. Then someone ca

f the fact that another girl was actually playing her part. The director had ask

ellous orchestra, and introduced some younger men to them, so that they could enjoy t

,” remarked Dot, as the director drove the girls back to their hote

shook

em have to be on location early in the morning, and their work is long and tiri

n idea shot to pi

topped at the Ambassador. “We never can thank you enough. And I’m so

aised his

But I hope so. At any rate, I’ll meet you both

room, but they found that they were not sleepy. The party

da, as she took off her most elaborate evening gown

ng?” tea

u can’t tell me Ann Harding’s happy. Or Joan Crawford.... No, it’s not sa

ment. “But you surely ha

sand dollars, just for the use of my name, and he’s already

u just couldn’t le

ade any promises to him. He’s being

y and the stars, until at last they settled down to sleep, t

noon, and went to the flying field a little before two

girl would be humble and sorry, whether she would try to work on Linda’s sympathies by telling of some pressing need s

d Mr. Leslie Sprague in the back seat. Both men nodded to the girls, who had dismis

the paper, girls?”

n?” inqu

e, of Linda and Dot in their flying suits and an account of their arrival, recalling the incident of th

r get that pictur

per reporters are up to all sorts of tricks. The b

ooked s

le for us, Dot,” she

girls just as an airplane loomed into view. Linda stared excitedly at the

s, and Mr. Sprague took off his hat

r I miss my guess,” whispered Dot, in her companion’s

banked her plane, and made a turn to the left.

claimed Mr. Von Goss. “She’s a

y!” faltered Linda, in

casually. “I was almost certain, anyhow, that she said th

a whole hour?” demanded Dot, as th

,” returned Sprag

ed a clipping. It was the newspaper picture of D

, handing the clipping to Linda,

w it had happened. Mr. Von Goss, however, looked doubtful of the tru

ave an appointment now. As soon as the girl arrives, you better all c

mine?” dem

. He’ll hand it over

wo men drove away together, and the

hat young lady won’t be ba

saw us, for her plane was pret

icky game like this one is going to go about unpre

even the men did not return. Other planes flew into the busy airpo

lled over to the hangar where the La

my licenses,” said Linda. “But I hate to

them!” stormed Dot. “I’ll bet S

. Well, Dot, we may as well go back to the hotel, for if she shoul

e at the studio called to inform her that the other girl la

olled into Mr. Von Goss’s office. The director had not yet returned, but Sprague was sitting at his desk.

s—Carlton?” he asked, hesita

inda to a remarkable degree, lau

y any attention to them now. Why, Mr. Von Goss, you can see for yourself how absurd the

s true. But how about

prove them counterfeits. A

he man h

t. Said she was the only licensed mechanic in the

he girl

she knows more than I would.... No, Mr. Von Goss, I haven’t time to fool around here taking tests. I’ve got

it can be done—”

check, because I’m really too busy to wait around here. After all

l Linda, he thought, or she certainly wouldn’t talk li

o through with your part of the show....

call at the hotel, the impostor almost completed her part in the pictur

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