Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 March 1939 — Page 16

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 8, 1939 : | By Williams

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CHAPTER ONE & R. WARREN left the office more than a hour ago, Mrs. Warren. He was going to stop at Barrett's and at. the hospital before coming home. He said something about Mrs. Carroll, too. I hope he doesn’t have to go to the country with this storm blowing up. He’ll be home soon, I'm sure, Mrs. Warren.” Emily Warren replaced the phone in its cradle, sighed. : : “The joy of being a doctor’s wife,” . she said, half aloud. “Even the a = office girl knows more about my Po zt, Gr Fl = 7; of oO

husband than I do. The nurses “» ri’ . @ A EY ; share his secrets, he pays more at- / 7, + : IN U'VE GOT SOME = ‘tention to a deadbeat patient than 7° 5 | io) THING THERE, MAJOR = ‘he does to me. I hardly get to see ’ : eR : ) J

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She fought to ‘hold back fears 3-8 k ithat kept welling up into her so “I can’t pay any ailmeny yet, Judge—I'm still paying off on our 7. ALY HOES, EH P-SO ; prows, eves. engagement ring!” ANAL a aE GONNA BE LOOKIT THIS | She heard a car stop in the) - A FORMAL 7 ARTICLE.’BOUT HOWA driveway, its chained Wheels bit-| HOLD EVERYTHING Bv Clyde Lewis ALLEY T’ BUY SOME. AFFAIR 77% PHOT Y-GRAPHER DONE. TOOK iting sharply into the crisp, hard) meses HOES (HE'S LEAVIN- A PITCHER OA GAL-AN ... snow. That would be Alan. Per- §i§ ks rr ; THASS FINE?) ANCTHER O’ A FELLA-AT “haps Cr | N.J.C. PRINS : DIFF'RUNT TIMES — , ‘haps Mrs. Carroll was all right. : = |Perhaps— : LAW | She dabbed a handkerchief at her eyes, smoothed her dark brown curls, as she passed a mirror. The hall door swung wide. “Alan, Alan! Close the door, before you freeze me!” His arms were around her, pressing the snowy .wetness of his coat through her dress. He kissed her, || again and again. * # #2 MILY burrowed through the folds of his overcoat, pressed closer to him. : E iiiig 1 Pe : : Alan kissed her once more be- i 1 | —By Bushmiller fore releasing her. 3 4 TR ed ; 5 . EL a syngres RGining Jn tne work |e} | EN \ WELL --- ; OH, DAT MAKES "HUH/--- DAMES HAS SOME NOIVE---YZ for my sweet little wife to be afraid # SLUGGO Nr y “YT I GOTTUM HEAP BIG ‘\ KEEPIN’ THEIR HATS ON IN D’ 1)

of,” he. said, as he slipped out of | =—= § h 5 VP MOVIES! his coat, shook the snow from his : \ I'L TRE AT Wi 7 i I ] & / ; ALI \ iy) th , but it will b= 1 : of : I Hy 4 : i sh Nn.) A EE al he ime RF _ ve h iy, iy -Herminia to keep a good fire in the ||” : : ) F 3 WW 2 . NY Wis ZZ 7

hat. “We're in for a blizzard, the z 7 fireplace. - = ~~ r Wy 5 “By the way, have her fix me a' : NS : A 3 PAS =

bite to eat. I'm too early for din-' NR 1 : = —_—— ner, I know, but I'll have to have | — = : ” an be, NR R= “5 ‘ EON something. Got to make a trip into So SR LR Ee : Pr > \ the country. Mrs. Carroll. * She. in St EIR 5 NK oN... = — = would pick a night like this to have’ [I 2S 4 | N= &f | y | RSE a baby.” He led Emily to the fire- : B i ;

CCX place, stood before it, absorbing the | tune ™ a \ : N Smt {C( N h| wealth of warmth from the blazing 3-8 corr. 1939 a NEA 5-RVICE. | i Es cn m ; = AN

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Veterinary instead os Bliysician-- FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia, WASHINGTON TUBBS II no worries, and you take the patien : if they don't pay.” Alan’s ringing [ A, MY DEAR BOY, I HEAR SPLENDID )i : (BLAZES! \ YOULL LOVE IT, A MAR- /~ BAM! NO MATTER laugh echoed throughout the house. : : LEAVE REPORTS OF YOU. SPLENDID! I ||” You'LL BE THAT'S NO | VELOUS OPPORTUNITY, MY WOW STUPENDOUS 17 But Emily did not laugh. In- " w . TY TO PAPA. WAVE A FINE PROMOTION | | ASSISTANT 10 | [PLACE FOR A | BOY. SIMPLY MARVELOUS 1S, ISTILL WOULDNT stead, she stared at her tall, hand- : : NX) HE'LL FIX FOR YOU. pr THE ASSISTANT | LIKE 1T.

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How difiggent was this man from ; £ ; 2 <M the boyish interite=she had met and : 3 2 ME, loved five years ago. Earnest even : S 3 5 then, but not the serious, prematurely old man of 30 who faced her. _ Alan had changed so much in the four years they had been apart— long, patient years of waiting while he built his practice in Sumner, until he had earned enough to return to St. Louis for her, to bring her to her new home as his wife.

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HOSE. gay laughing days of } 2 ND HIS FRIENDS ; R young-love, dancing and cock-| | [| T= Wad , ' w <% i qf : 4 : : 5 SEE © WHAT'D & “ aan Eon i ag fous ona haley | i v SL, = WE TELL You 2 You Br q | WHY, CONVINCED pF IM goer 2 RHONDA BEEN FROM e now. Ala : Pll + RR 5 HEARD YOUR IDOL LAST CONVINCED | | THAT EVEN GOOD ¢ QUT nl LIME a never drank anything now, a pa- ‘ rE ie n NIGHT PLAYING HOT STUFF! ABOUT MUSICIANS FAVOR. GOOD DIDN'T You'? A ROPE FASTENED tient might object. And parties— RB NOW ARE YOU CONVINCED 2 WHAT 2? MODERN Music ! You | | © mf when had that last party been? | ORLA : = BETTER COME BACK But Alan’s love for her had not —~ i \ ER, 08 WITH OUR BAND, changed. SN | ft (GRY ER J “Must you go to Carroll’s tonight, darling?” she asked. “Of course, I've got to go. Farrell can’t go out in this storm. He's getting too old for this sort of thing. But don’t worry your head about me. I'll stay at Carroll's until down, if the blizzard holds.”

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important that you be here tonight.| - « ’ i in’ » A wire came this afternoon from|_. Lemme look—an’ 1 better find somethin’ more than a wink. s

7= or. Feterson. He's stopping off| THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson|pyRA NORTH, SPECIAL NURSE

Jre for low hours on his return 7 / : To Mone Sail Le wean a 7 'S A LUCKY THING | WE'VE GOT TO OUR. D THEN, AS THE FOOTSTEPS IN THE HALL. | | OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR WE SEE A ticularly to see you.” Wl | | 0 1) ra ” FoR You 1 wasn | [| TNIGS PACKED WERE BIE AAS, RNG LAST GLMMER. OF HOPE | | AATKARD FIGURE PRESS THE BELL ce

“Can’t you send an ambulance to bring Mrs. Carroll in to the hospi-

ING VISITING” ANY MISCHIEF -= OIG AWAY ON A NICE, DIES WITH THEM . z SUSANN COME ALONG! LONG TRIP TOGETHER. : OF tal?” Emily refused to admit defeat, 7} : A ES GOING 2: So / “And have them stuck out on a / wy ; : OF LEAVING ME od highway, having a baby born out in ; : | fis § ozpra? Emily, youre not inking.” Vo : ! / i RK “I am thinking: I don’t see why \ ow | hy : , 7x sy FEF / 2 | Qh) you should miss seeing Dr. Peter- i / a w : 2 $ - V/ 1 1g 7 " son, one of the outstanding men of WA J USED BY PRES. VERTREES V4 7 l MA r] gl 7, S

your profession, one ofeyour best | AM CAN NAL pg) : ¥ ? ; | Ke friends, and a man who can do you Eo ZN a oe THE ERI INATIC / AEA { 8 Bh A & lots of good, just to take care of a > ON INE, PATRIOTIC SOCIETY HAS A 1 Ad ec ) i a Z $ farmer's wife!” : = HEAD MADE FROM A SINGLE LR 0 } oy CS ¥ : 8 (9 2 yo 5 a : = FRESH WATER PEARL / i TR ™\} ras a ho SFaDoys crept into Alan's eyes. = THE HANDLE IS CARVED FROM FA A ; a : His lips narrowed. Disregard- . - ABALONE SHELL, ing danger signals Emily went on. “You go out into this storm, when every sensible man is staying at ; 1 ; % 7 7 HOw COME home. Youre asking for pneu- : = X 4 OW ~. a monia. You practically insult the ) : BY & Le AN p< =k TOsEEED ? dean of your own medical school: » = : ; LG You place me in an embarrassing position: -how can I explain it? Why? . Why?” “Because I'm a doctor.” : “There are other doctors, Alan. But they're not fools. You don't see young Dr. White driving all over the country in all sorts of weather. No, he has an office, keeps hours. He's a heart specialist. He's—" “Yeah, White's a specialist and he’s all right in his line, if he likes it—I like mine.” “But you're killing yourself Alan. And now, you throw away what SAN FRANCISCO may be an offer to go back to St. GOT ITS PRESENT : Louis, to be a professor; to amount 22 5 ABBIE AN' SLATS to something. It isn’t fair to me!” } 1 :

Alan put on his coat and galoshes, i Fc Ee YX : ; I'VE HEARD pulled his muffler higher around CALLED 23 ® 6 AFTER WHAT i) LEH Ov vou] | ace: Aen) i CoNLETE

his neck, before he spoke. corn somevmarserncens ® J em || EROAA TONEY: WRUL === SASHES ARE “You take care of Peterson, ANSWER—Yerba Buena, a Spanish name meaning “good herb.” OUT OF My- — : YOU, TABITHA? ; s ksi SELF-YOU STILL ©

: Boney: le Worty Shou the : work.” He kissed her, lightly, striv- " ‘0 : FAITH ee ) ng io posh. his Semper. ui : R"1.7:\1 FISH CARRIES. ESS SEA-HORSE IN ME ak Emily did not.return his kiss. 3 | 1 : a WAY, Yi 7 ¢ : Angry ars flooded her eyes, her YOU [6 i N od 0) ¥ CH ES? (Pipe-fish) = £ % 4 ; i : fh =. The Aa : SL ASL “You can't, Alan, you can’t. You'll| —mapas . The food-energy of this deli- / pr : ' | {8 NZ 7A miss Peterson. Kill every. chance — < 3 cious candy bar will help you i } a ! 1) / ES 3 on ever had with him by prac- ; carry on with vim and vigor ~ tically insulting him, You're throw- my ; ing away the chance of a lifetime.” > > “And if T don’t go to this woman, when she needs me”—his voice was - low, vibrant—"“it may mean a life!” door slammed behind him.