Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 March 1939 — Page 14

ALSTORY—- =~ = MRS. DOC CAST OF CHARACTERS WARREN — Ambitious = young country doctor EMILY WARREN-Alan’s wife. ERIC KANE—Construction engineer. PR. FARRELL — Alan's elderly associate. Yesterday—Returning from a confinement case, Alan finds a wrecked coupe on_the highway. He pulls open a door

and ‘the body of a man tumbles to Alan’s feet. :

CHAPTER FIVE UTOMATICALLY, Alan had his gloves off and was reaching for the man’s wrist. The pulse was faint. Alan figured quickly. The car had passed him before 8, and it was now after 5. Nine hours, unconscious ir that blizzard. No man co: live. Even if he had escaped injury when the car overturned, he should have frozen to death. The hum of the electric heater, still running, answered one of Alan’s unspoken questions. But there was no time for delay. Half dragging, half carrying his heavy burden, Alan got the man up the embankment and into his own warm car. _ An interne and a sleepy orderly answered his ring at the ambulance entrance of the hospital. “Get that man upstairs, quickly.” Alan ordered curtly. “Get him out of those clothes—Lord knows he has on plenty—get stimulants. We'll have to work if we're going to save him.” As the two men unloaded his charge from his car and onto a cart, Alan hurried up the stair. Farrell met him in the doctors’ office. “Just saw you drive in, Alan. You didn’t have any trouble?” Farell’s voiee betrayed his concern. “No, no trouble at Carroll's. That was easy. Ran into a young fellow in a wrecked car. Evidently been there most of the night. He’s half or completely frozen. But he's still alive.” “Was he hurt in the accident?” “Can't tell, yet. He was so bundled up and I didn’t want to risk losing any time geting him here. He has a chance, but it’s not a very big one, I'm afraid.” “Know who he is?” “Never saw him before, or his car either, until he almost hit me head on as I was driving out last night. Heater must have kept him warm for a little while. He should be ready now, if Dr. Jones hurried. Coming up?” “Just in minute, Alan,” Dr. Farrell’s voice was kind, fatherly. “You've been up all night, son. And you've got two women in the hospital, here now. I haven't a thing to do until an operation at 10. That one we had scheduled for 7 was postponed, theyre bringing the patient in by train. Why don’t you go home and get some sleep, and I'll look after your snow victim?” “But Doctor Farrell—” “No argument, now, son. I can take care of him all right. I've been thawing people out for years, drunk and sober. But I couldn't take care of Mrs. Olivia. She’ll need you, and youll have to be wide awake to pull her through. Mrs. Miles isn’t going to be easy, either, with a first baby.” “I'm not tired I'll be all right.” But Alan knew that Farrell was right. Reluctantly he gave in, slipped into his overcoat again.

# 8 = T° wa$ afternoon before Alan awakened.

opened his eyes. “Sorry to wake you, darling,” she - said. “The hospital called. They'll be needing you there soon. I thought you might like a bit to eat before you go. Lunch will be ready as soon as you're dressed. And Dr. Farrell called, too. Said the man you found in the snow was still alive and had a fighting chance.” “Good. How's the weather?” “It’s snowing again. The paper says it’s one of the »iggest snowstorms in years.”

“I could see that last night. Say,]|| What did hej !

how was Peterson? have to say? Did you have a nice party?” “It was wonderful, Alan. Dr. Peterson and Mrs. Peterson are so nice. He certainly admires you. He wants you to come back to St. Louis, to teach obstetrics at the school. He’s going to write you all about it. You'll go, of course, won’t you?” “Let’s not cross any bridges. And I'll believe that job offer when I see] it on paper. Maybe he was just] making conversation—he knew it would please you.” “He really was quite serious. I| know he means it.” : “We'll see. Now scoot, honey, while I dress. Man, am I hungry.” Emily left the room but with a quiet determination burning in her eyes! | Alan did not see Dr. Farrell upon | his return to the hospital and he soon forgot both his half-frozen man and Dr. Peterson’s offer in his

work in the delivery room. The |

elder physician’s fears that Mrs. Olivia might have trouble were well founded, and Alan breathed a sigh of relief when the mother and child were taken downstairs.

#2 4 = : RS. MILES was not difficult, but her husband and her mother were and it was almost midnight before he reached home to find Dr. Farrell waiting for him. “Your ‘snow man’ is getting on fine,” he said, when Alan joined him at the fireside. He had a nasty bump on the head, and slight concussion, but no fracture of the skull. He's suffering from severe shock and exposure, but he’ll make it, unless pneumonia sets in.” “Did you find out who he is?” “Yes, a young man, Eric Kane, chief engineer inacharge of that Federal project up on the river. He stayed up there too late to be sure that the blizzard wouldn’t do any ‘harm, and then missed the turn at Price's. : «He'd been out in the storm all afternoon and that’s probably what saved his life. He had on a jacket and sweater underneath his sheepskin coat, boots, and woolen socks and underwear. He's got a rugged constitution too. He'll be up and around in a day or so. «1 told him you'd probably drop in. - He wants to thank you for saving his life.” But Alan did not stop at Eric Kane's room in the hospital. He . told himself that it was because he had little time or opportunity to visit’ this wing of the hospital. But ‘¢he real reason was that he was afraid of the embarrassment the grateful man’s thanks might cause

him. Two evenings later a stranger knocked at-his door. “Come in, come. in,” Alan said as he opened the door. “Thanks,” said the stranger, “I will. My name is Eric Kane.” . 7 (To Be Continued) d characters in (All gypats an Roti ) this story

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