Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 302, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 February 1936 — Page 9

FEB. 26, 1936

The Country Doctor

A NoCelizalion of the Twentieth Century-Fox Film . Starring the Dionne Quintuplets Will l Jean iTcrsholt, Dorothy Peterson, June Lang, Michael Whalen and Slim Summerville

BEGIN HIRE TODAY Os. John Lake. cnnnfrr tiitHor In 111* IIIII* north *noH of Mo*. town. receiT** an om*r*rnr rail t the lumhrr mill *hm Mike Scanlan. lumber* man, l rruihrd under a fallen lot. Mike haa a rlnae call, hut the doctor and Nurae Jtennedr aave him. With both lesa in raata, Mike la obMred to atay behind when the last boat of the aeaaon departa. taking the rrew of lumbermen youth for the winter. Dr. Luke and hia efficient aaaiatant, Nurae Kenedy, ace the boat off. A* it la about to aall, MarKenrie, lumber company manager, appeara. Mary, hie daughter, la on the boat. MacKenr.l* forcea her to return home. Aaa Wyatt, father of aeven, cornea with an urgent rail for Dr. Luke. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THREE IT was a boy at the Asa Wyatt's. The editor of the North Bay Weekly Tribune was less than astonished at news of the birth of another Wyatt heir when Asa, called to have a notice inserted in the paper. It was the seventh autumn in a row that Wyatt had made just such a call. Then winter closed in on Moosetown. and there set in the quiet, uneventful routine of the frozen days following one another. But there was always plenty for the country doctor to do. He called regularly at Mike Scanlan's boarding house, where Mike fretted as the shattered legs slowly mended, and tin-

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Constable Jim Ogden's little daughter, Laura, was one of the first to show signs of the disease. Dr. Luke himself took Laura to the hospital.

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“When did you come in here?” the doctor asked, iron in his voice, ‘Just this morning,” Mary admitted. “I wanted to do what I could.”

kered with an Amateur short-wave radio set he was gradually assembling. There were fewer accidents, now that logging was suspended, but an unusually severe winter brought plenty of sickness, and there were always—babies. The cold deepened, and a series cf blizzards climaxed in one that threatened to shut off Moosetown from the outside world completely, drifting the straggling roads to the point where even Dr. Luke's sleigh was an undependable vehicle. It was then that diphtheria struck. Beginning with a single case in the large family of La Croix, the halffarmer, half-trapper whose cabin stood isolated nine miles out in the heavy brush, it spread rapidly. Not only all La Croix's large brood came down with it before the doctors precautions could have effect, but then he learned with horror that the La Croix children had attended a church supper to which half the of the community had rcome. The parents had thought it was just croup, and neglected to call the doctor until it was too late. Three of the La Croix children died, and the other two barely pulled through. But now from many Isolated cabins. and from the fringes of Moosetown itself came red-faced frantic men with steaming horses or even dog-sleds, imploring Dr. Luke to “come quick.” u n n fN his own sleigh if roads permitted, or on the dog-slcdges of the farmers or loggers, Dr. Luke went wearily for 18, 20 hours a day to the cabins. Always he found there the same terrible story, a young child, or several of them, gasping on a tousled bed, lips blue, the little body shaken by agonizing coughs. The simnle parents of the backwoods stood dumbly waiting for the doctor to come, helpless in the face of what 1 they did nt X understand. Often the doctor would find a child in the last stages of diphtheria in the same bed with not-yet-affected brothers and sisters. His supply of antitoxin, used unsparingly. grew smaller. Without the help of Father Bonel, Dr. Luke could never have stood the strain. ** w> •

It was Father Bonel. parish priest, who suggested that the little, bare, church of Moosetown be converted temporarily into an isolation hospital. There, where bright chromos of the saints looked down from above, the tin lamps that marked the Stations of the Cross along the sides of the barren room, the children tossed and fretted under the visitation they could not understand. Some of the wooden pews had been shoved together to make beds. Wooden cots, as many as could be hastily gathered, stood in rows. Several mattresses lay on the bare floor. It had not even been possible to get enough beds. The w’hole church, from chancel rail to door, was pitifully crowded with the impromptu beds. As cases began to appear in the town itself, Constable Jim Ogden's little daughter, Laura, was one of the first to show signs of the disease. Leaving hurried instructions as to the care of the other children, Dr. Luke himself took Laura to the hospital. n an OUTSIDE the door of the church in the snow stood a knot of anxious women whose children lay within. All too often. Nurse Kennedy would have to come out and whisper to one of them, tidings of which some instinct had forewarned her.

Entering the hospital with little Laura, Dr. Luke was surprised to see anew figure seated at the head of a cot. assisting the weary Nurse Kennedy. As soon as a place had been found for the constable's Laura. Dr. Luke strode to the bedside where sat the new nurse. As he approached, he heard the words, ”... and the way I do is just pretend. I just pretend I'm not here at all . . . that I'm in Montreal, just having the finest time in the world with all the toys and the other little girls there ...” It was Mary MacKenzie. As he knelt to administer treatment to the suffering youngster. Dr. Luke asked, in matter-of-fact lone but with iron in his voice: “When did you come in here?” Mary was a little overawed by the stern vr’ce. “Just this morning.” sie admitted. “Nurse—nurse said she needed a little help. I thought I woud do whaj, I could.” “Did you ask your father?” pursued the doctor relentlessly, never looking at her as he adjusted the hypodermic needle. “Yes,” breathed Mary, a little defiantly. The doctor rose abruptly, and made a sign to Father Bonel, who understood only too well. He set down the armload of stovewood he was carrying, and began to don his vestments. Mary, seeing the movement, knew what it meant. She began to cry softly. n n n DR. LUKE made his way doggedly among the Improvised beds, stopping to stroke a brow here, pat a hand, or give a word of reassurance. Suddenly, at sight of a familiar figure beckoning from the church vestibule, he quickened his pace and stepped into the vestibule, closing the door after him. It was Jerry, the Moosetown telegraph operator. “Well, Jerry?” he asked anxiously. “The wires ain't just broke, Doc, they’re down, both the telephone lines and the telegraph! I don’t know how far, probably miles! The blizzard’s been gettin’ worse!” “When • . .?” There was no need for further question. Worry clouded the doct br'B face. mt

“I ain't goin’ to lie to you, Doc. I don't know when. Mebbe days, mebbe weeks. You kin guess as well as I kin. I can’t even phone North Bay!’* The doctor, his face drawn, was thinking aloud. “Even it we got word out. nobobdy could get in here for a week, anyway, I guess.” Brightening a bit he turned to Jerry with, “All right. Thank you. If anything at all turns up, let me know right away.” “I know, Doc. I will!” promised Jerry, and braced himself to return into the flying snow. The door had scarcely slammed behind him when a white-faced Nurse Kennedy, frayed by sleepless days and nights appeared in the vestibule. “Wasn't that the telegraph operator?” she demanded. “What did he nan T"\R. LUKE took a quick grip on himself. “Looks better,” he lied bravely. “Ought to be able to get a message through in a day or two, maybe tomorrow.” “Oh, I hope so! I hope so!” cried' the nurse. Her voice was a praVer. “You know we have less than half a box of serum left?” The doctor nodded very slowly. Suddenly the nurse’s iron control began to waver. Half a step toward the doctor she took, and then: “Why can’t they have a hospital up here?” she cried wildly. “Why won't they listen to you? All these terrible accidents to the lumberjacks—l can stand that! But these children—l can’t stand it! I can’t stand their eyes! They keep looking at me, and their eyes say, ‘Can’t you help me? Can't you do something?’ I can’t do anything! I can't stop the pain! I can’t help them to breathe! We have nothing to work with ...” The doctor's quick voice was angry and icy all at once. “Katherine!” He glared cold at the nurse. Her struggle to regain control of herself was visible. “Go back to the children!” said Dr. Luke sharply. Nurse Kennedy turned obediently and went back into the church, her shoulders squaring as she advanced. Beside the bed that was now empty sat Mary MacKenzie, weeping softly. Nurse Kennedy approached and looked down at her with some of the doctor's own steely coldness. “Stop that bawling!” she snapped. “If you can’t control yourself, what good can you do these children?” The ghost of a grim smile flickered over the doctor’s face as he observed this little tableau. Then, wrapping a muffler and the fur coat collar about his throat, he, too, stepped out into his waiting sleigh. nun IT was a short trip, but a bitterly cold battle against the drifts to get to Mike Scanlan’s boarding house. Wading through drifts above the tops of his arctics, Dr. Luke entered the house and rushed to the room where Mike sat by a table, his legs still in casts. Mike was leaning forward sternly, earphones over his ears, toward a table where lay a jumble of radio parts and instruments. “Any luck.” Mike?” snapped the doctor, not even stopping to remove fur coat and scarf as he entered the room. Mike shook his head. “If I only knew more about this thing,” he complained desperately. “I only got it all together this morning. I don't even know if it’s all here . . .” “You’ve GOT to get somebody, Mike!” breathed the doctor. “You’ve GOT to!” “CQ, CQ, CQ. —any amateur, especially Montreal—come in, please! An emergency! CQ, CQ. CQ. —calling any amateur ...” Mike’s voice droned. Five minutes went by. Ten. Mike looked appealingly at Dr. Luke. “Go on! Keep it up! You’ve got to get somebody!” Dr. Luke’s voice was insistent. “Those children, up there at the church . . .” (To Be Continued) DINNER FRIDAY AT PROPYLAEUM The March contract dinner at the Propylaeum is to be held Friday. Mrs. Fletcher Hodges, social committee chairman, is to be assisted by Mesdames J. Raymond Lynn, Howard E. Griffith and Paul L. Hargitt. A musical program by a violinist, pianist and cellist, is to be featured at the March buffet supper Sunday night.

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Strategy May Help, Says Jane Disguise Opposition to Hus ban d’s Plan, Wife Advised. Write tn Jane Jordan for help with your problems and read her answers in this column. Dear Jane Jordan—My husband feels aggrieved because it is necessary' for him to work eight hours, more or less, in order to make a living for his family. He hales his work, which is farming, and is cruel

to our farm animals. I insist that before he sells out, he must have another job that pays a regular salary. Before the depression he was a construction contractor. He spent an hour or two on the job and explained to his men just what they were to do.

Jane Jordan

He had a lot of leisure and spent a lot of it in beer joints with bachelor friends. He is extraordinarily timid and it is hard for him to be sociable. When he is drinking he isn’t, afraid to talk and is a most agreeable person. When he is sober he is cross and fault-finding. His people were so fanatical about religion that even the most innocent pleasures w'ere denied him when he was young. His mother is head of the family. I have to be careful not to try to get my own way or he thinks I am trying to boss him and he brags that no one can make him do anything. Sort of a give-away if you ask me. I don’t know what we would do if we quit our business, which is the fjest we ever had. His whole family thinks we would be foolish to give it up, but they don’t realize he is growing to hate me for asking him to hold on. COUNTRY WIFE. Answer—lt is easy enough to see what ails your husband, but harder to know what to do about it. A man who has been over-bossed by his mother either has his initiative completely killed or else he revenges his youth by bossing others. It is too bad that conditions forced your husband into uncongenial work, for

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MUSIC STUDENTS TO HOLD PARTY Arthur Jordan Conservatory of Music Student Council is to sponsor a Leap Year party Friday night in Odeon Hall. All faculty members. alumni and students are invited. Assisting Miss Maurine Warner, chairman, are Misses Shirley Peterson and Dorothy Woods. Games, musical selections and dancing are to be included on the program. The party is one of a series sponsored by the council. he must have found great satisfaction in telling others what to do. His leisure, too, must have been precious to him. With his background of repression it is not surprising that he spent his free time in beer joints. Doubtless he is an agreeable and amiable chap when not. forced to follow the patterns of his restricted childhood, against which he appears to be in revolt. The fact that he is pleasant instead of unpleasant undpr the influence of alcohol, when the reverse so often is true, leads me to suspect that he is. indeed, a square peg in a round hole. If he could get hark into his old trade, things might be easier for you. In your place I would hesitate to oppose him in his efforts to find work which he likes, although all the arguments of common sense are on your side. After all, the depression has called for a multitude of readjustments. He isn’t the only one who has been obliged to work at something he didn't like to keep soul and body together. Also, he isn’t the only one wh<( has cracked up under the strain. I have seen sven worse results come from an unwelcome change of occupation. The person who had a good preparation during childhood (or meeting disappointment when it comes, is as rare as ha is fortunate. I do not feel wise enough or sufficiently informed to advise you. I do suggest that, irritating and childish as your husband undoubtedly is, you might influence him more if you could feel a little sympathy for his problem. Instead of holding forth, as you have every right to do, on the folly of turning aside from a good living because the work is hard, why not bewail his fate with him and hold out some hope that under more favorable economic conditions he may be able to find less irksome employment. By clever management you might delay the evil day when he sells out, whereas unsympathetic opposition only will harden his determination, particularly if hia mother’s voice is heard among the “noes.”