Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 July 1938 — Page 16

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SERIAL STORY— Interne

Trouble

By Elinore Cowan Stone

CAST OF CHARACTERS TRAN DEARBORN—Heroine, student nurse. She ran into fove and (rouble when she met DR. BOB BENCHLEY—Hero, handsome young interne. He had trouble, too, keep- | ing up with brilliant DR. STEPHEN SARGENT-—Head sur- | geon. Dr. Sargent’'s problem was something else again.

Yesterday: Dr. Benchley suddenly crushes Tran in his arms and, trightened, Tran looks up to see Dr. Sargent standing in the doorway. She flees in

terror.

CHAPTER FIVE

LL the rest of that day, after the terrible Top Sarge had | surprised her and Bob Benchley in | the instrument room, Tran waited | drearily for the summons to an | interview with Miss Armstrong— | that fateful interview during which | the director of nursing would tell her, regretfuly but firmly, that she | was a misfit, { Late that afternoon, hurrying | along a corridor on an errand to | Central Supplies, Tran almost col- | lided with a white-coated figure. Dr. Bob Benchley halted her by! the simple expedient of hooking his little finger through hers, and murmured swiftly, ‘Heard anything from Armstrong?” “Not yet.” “Maybe you won't,” he encouraged her, but his voice lacked conviction. “Top Sarge dressed me down for both of us—‘unprofessional conduct'—‘interference with nursing discipline’ were some of his rhetorical high spots. . . . I'm still licking my wounds. Haven't time to tell you all about it now, but”’— he glanced warily over his shouider | ~—“when are you off dutv?” “This evening at 8—but only till | 10, of course.” “Meet me at Borden's at 8,” he directed swiftly. “We can slip over to the park.” Borden's was the drug store around the corner. Well-regulated probes did not meet internes at Borden's, or walk with them in the | park—not if they really wanted to | get their caps. | “No,” Tran flung over her shoul- | der as she tore herself away. But she knew she'd have a hard time living up to that “No” when he | called softly after her, “You're the sweetest thing God ever made, Agility.”

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HE hurried all the more after that, because the errand was for Miss Miller: and “the icicle’s” sense of timing was uncanny. Tran knew Miss Miller was on| private duty. The patient, one of | the doctors from Saint Vincent's board of directors, had specially asked for Miss Miller. For Tran, that alone invested | Miss Miller with a halo. But on top of that, the case was one of | Dr. Sargent’s. . That lent Miss Miller wings of glory. Tran forgot her worry in an ague of eagerness to please Miss Miller. When she hurried, a .ittle breathless. into the service room, Miss Miller was saying, “Of all the patients in the world, dcctors are the biggest babies. They're always sure they're going to die. He's diagnosed his own case a dozen times in the | last six hours.” She turned to Tran. “‘Let's see what you've brought. | Um—six towels. Right. . . . Sheet. Right. . . . Laparotomy gown. Right. . But my dear child, you're positively white about the mouth. How often must—" “I know, Miss Miller,” Tran blurted. “I have no professional | poise. But working with you is| so—so exciting that I—well, I just | forget about everything else.” ! ” n n

OR once, out of complete inept- | ness she had said the right thing. Miss Miller's smile was| almost friendly “Well, I must get back to my | patient,” she said. “Now I wonder, | Dearborn—Miss Smart is assembling the sterile articles for me—I wonder if T can depend on you to get to- | gether the unsterile? You'll want—" “I know,” Tran cub lessly. “Collodion. Two tourniquets. Tissue forceps in 2 per cent Lysol. Flask of normal saline. Boaxd. . . . I looked it up when I heard it was to be a transfusion. I hoped you'd let me help.” Miss Miller looked faintly annoyed. When Miss Miller was graciously pleased to notice a probationer, she did not like to have her words snatched from her lips. Finally she smiled with ironically | raised eyebrows, { “Well, well! Our little pun | seems to be running on all six to- | day. . . . When you finish, you're to go directly to the dormitory,” | she added, and moved with her | erect, lithe walk out of the ig “Don't let her get you down, kid,” the other student nurse ad- | vised kindly. “You're one-up that | she even let you touch her equip- | ment. For a probe, that's rating | with Miller. And isn't she the | leading lady of this hospital?” But Tranquility turned away with ice at her heart. = = -

NCE back in the dormitory, she | noticed a light in the demonstration classroom. She had almost forgotten that tomorrow she had been scheduled to demonstrate be- , fore the class in nursing procedure: The Making of Bed with Patient in It. ... The Bath of a Patient in Bed. . . . The Dressing of a Patient in Bed. . .. Preparation of Patient for General Medica! Examination. It was to have been a sort of final test before the granting of her cap. . .. Getting your cap meant that you were a full-fledged student nurse, entitled to wear a gray striped uniform, white cap, and white bibbed apron—ready for regu- | lar duty in the wards. The demonstration was to have taken the full class period. Instead of “Griselda,” the dummy, Anita Seibert, another probationer, was to have served as patient. You always had to demonstrate with a living patient before you got your

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cap. Tran and Anita had planned a full-dress rehearsal here this evening. But Anita had been sick in bed all day. Tran had taken it Jor granted that the renearsal was off. Nevertheless, seeing the light under the door, Tran paused outside. She couldn't quite face the thought of going to her room yet. anyhow—with that summons from

| Perhaps Miss Philbin, the instruc[tor in nursing procedure, was in | the demonstration room. A talk | with kind, humorous Miss Philbin | would buck her up a lot. Ande perhaps Miss Philbin would know what was going to happen to her. . If it was to be the worst, Tran what she was going to do. ah e to dress herself up ity wes wea and meet Bob Benchley

outside Borden's as he had asked | her to do that evening. If she was | going out of the hospital on her ear anyhow, she might as well have a little fun on the way. Tran opened the door and went | in. If she had only know it, her | decision was one of the most fortuitous of her nursing career.

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