Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 March 1939 — Page 24

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CAST OF CHARACTERS ALAN WARREN — Ambitious young country doctor. EMILY WARREN-—Alan’s wife. ERIC KANE—Construction engineer. DR. FARRELL—Alan’s elderly associate.

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on an icy gale. Bundled as he was, inside his heated car, Alan (ould still feel its chill. . For this—to drive through storm and snow to relieve pain—he had worked and dreamed since boyhood. For this he had spent years in schools, more years in hospitals. His father had driven through storms, just as he was doing now. But that first Dr. Alan Warren had driven a team and ridden in an open sleigh, not in a warm automobile.

Alan hardly remembered his father, but Farrell had known him well. It was Farrell,” then associated with Alan’s father, who had brought Mrs. Warren and her 5-year-old son word of that first—and last—heart attack, and it was Farrell who had guided the lad to medicine, constantly reminding Alan of the heritage his father—z country doctor—had bequeathed him.

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LIGHT flashed past, to the right. That would be Prices. Jimmy had called after all, and Price had turned on the light at the gate, to let him get his bearings. Price would be waiting at the window untit he passed. Good old Henry Price. . . . Alan’s father had brought his first son; Alan had ush- A {i thal ered his first grandson into the : = 5S Uf RE or et het]

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ARROLL was waiting in the doorway as Alan turned :: the lane, and beside the car us it stopped. . “Run ‘er right into the shed, there, Doc, out of the storm,” the farmer said. “Sure glad to see you,” he went on without waiting for Alan to answer. “Hated to call you out in this blizzard but the | missus—" | “It’s all right, John. This storm ; | is overrated,” Alan told him as he : b1 \ : p —— ~ [pulled his obstetrical bag from the : BY HOW MUCH wiLL THIRTY —-SIX~=~ TLL TRADE You ‘car. “How’s Mrs. Carroll?” YOU GIVE ME FOR THESE AND ILL THROW/| | EVEN---THIS BUGLE “She’s having quite a bit of pain, STRAZINSKI RECORDS 2 I PAID FOR. THE RECORDS / Doc. But her sister, who's a nurse, SIX-BITS APIECE FOR THEM / NEW, iT

came yesterday and she's not worried much. She knew you'd be here in time, too.” Inside the farmhouse Alan warmed his hands over the kitchen range. “Better call Slattery’s and Price’s and tell them I'm here. I won’t try to make it back before daylight.” He turned toward the pedroom, door, opened it softly. | Across the room a white, paindrawn face looked up at him. | “I'm so glad you came, Dr. Alan,” : the woman said, with a smile. \ ; “Everything will be all right now.”

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2 ” ” 2 “xs everything ready, Herminia?” Emily asked as she stepped into the kitchen. “Cocktails, soup, steaks? And did the dessert turn out all right?” “Evervthing is perfect, for once, Mrs. Warren. Shall I leave a place for Doctor Warren?” “No—Alan won't be back. There'll just be four, Dr. and Mrs. Peterson, Dr. Farrell and myself. Youre a jewel, Herminia. I knew I could depend on you. When we move to St. Louis, I'll take you along. Oh, there's the bell. I'll answer it.” Radiant in her black dinner dress, Emily hurried to the door. Despite Alan's absence, she could not feel unhappy. She felt sure, in her mind, that Dr. Peterson’s visit was more than a social call on a former student and the daughter of an old friend. Deans of medical schools didn’t interrupt vacations just to say - hello. “Emily, you look gorgeous. I'd like to steal you away from Alan.” “If my husband keeps on deserting me, I'll probably take you up on that, doctor!” she said, laughingly. “Has he left you again? I thought he'd be staying close to the fire tonight. What is it? Some inconsiderate woman having a baby?” Emily nodded, “Mrs. Carroll.” . “And Alan drove out there in this storm? Why didn't he call me? Driving through blizzards is an old man’s jcb. We know how it’s done. Why back in 1905—” “Yes, I know. You and Alan's father drove for weeks without even sleeping in your own beds. That winter was what brought on Dr. Warren's heart attack.” “You're more than right there, Emily. That's why I don’t want Alan running out in every sort of weather. He has g life's work ahead of him here in summer. An ob-| stetrician with hands stiffened by frostbit#, like mine are, can't altain the things Alan will. He should have let me go—I know every inch of that road. Why if he should get stuck in a drift—" : “Dr. Farrell; he'd freeze to death on a night like this.” Sudden terror chilled Emily. “But there’s no danger of that,”

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returned to the subject that was “You don’t like Sumner very well,

Farrell tried to amend his misspoken fear. All those farmers will know about Mrs. Carroll and they’ll be watching for Alan. Don’t worry about him, child. By the way,

here for?” “He’s an old friend of my fa- ‘ ther’s, and he always has been terribly interested in Alan.” Emily's

® fear for Alan’s safety abated as she

foremost in her mind. “I think he’s going to offer Alan a place at the university, Dr. Farrell. Father wrote that Dr. Peter-

: ‘son had practically quizzed him what’s Dr. Peterson A stopping off.

about Alan’s work, and about Sumner and the chances for success here.’ I think he wants Alan to come back to St. Louis.” “You'd like that, wouldn’t ‘you, Emily.” Farrell's tone was soft.

do you?” “I hate it. I——" The ring of the telephone interrupted her. “Maybe it’s Alan,” she thought. “Oh God, let him be all right.”

Slowly | she lifted the phone. “Hello—"

(To Be Continued)

(All events and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

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