Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 March 1939 — Page 14

IAL STORY—

MRS. DOC

"By TOM HORNER

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

Yesterday — Alan, Farrell and other doc¢tors prepare to rush to the scene of the dam break. As Alan pulls out into the darkness, Emily cries, *‘Alan—

come back. I love you!”

: CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

AIN mixed with her tears as \ Emily stood alone on the dock, watching the lights of the launch grow dim in the distance. The roar of the motor faded into a feeble murmur. Then, at last, the light was gone, and the still cold of midnight was broken only by the gentle lapping of waves against the piling, and the patter of rain on the wooden planks. Alan—her husband—gone! Gone out into the darkness, perhaps never to return. Emily shuddered at the thought. Suddenly she realized that her clothing was soaked, her hair dripping. Slowly she made her way back to the car. The whine of a train whistle sounded in the distance. Back across the bumpy flats she drove. Her tears had dried on her cheeks before she reached home. The house was still ablaze with lights, but strangely quiet after all the clamor of a few minutes before. The fire had died down to a few glowing embers. Methodically, she went from room to room turning off lights, until only the hall light was left burning. Then she ran swiftly up the stairs and the door of her room slammed behind her.

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LAN sat beside Farrell in the stern of the launch. Father Johnson and Grady were farther forward; Weber and Eric up beside the pilot. Rain beat into Alan’s face, pounded against his raincoat. He had heard Emily’s shout as the boat pulled out into midstream, but her words were indistinct in the noise of the motor’s exhaust. Emily. How he loved her. In that last moment of parting, all rancor, all differences had been forgotten. He had felt only the soft teriderness of her lips, thrilling him again as they did each time he Kissed her. If he had to die tonight, he thought, let it be soon, before the memory of that kiss is erased. Impenetrable darkness all around

them, except for the two needles].

of light reaching ahead, trying to find unknown dangers. The slap of waves against the prow; the feel of spray in his face; the pounding of the motor in his ears and the throb of the propeller under his feet. Why must they go so slowly? They were in the middle of the river now, he knew. This was the most dangerous part of the trip. If ‘they could just make Price’s Point in safety, the remainder of the trip would be comparatively easy.

LOWLY they inched their way upstream. Eric peered out into the night, searching for landmarks he could not see. Mentally he calculated the Ilaunch’s speed, glanced at the watch on his wrist from time to ‘time. Thirty minutes. Twenty minutes. Fifteen ‘minutes. Ten minutes more and they should be abreast the Point. The spotlights glistened on floating boards, bobbing along in the waves. Occasionally one grated against the side of the launch, then went sliding on downstream. “Luck’s holding, so far,” Eric shouted into the ear of the man at the wheel. “No big stuffi—yet. Five minutes!” The man nodded, gripped the wheel tighter. He leaned forward, muscles taut, as if to see beyond the light. They were still heading directly into the current. Eric knew, for waves kept slapping the prow, splashing spray over the right and left sides alike. That dense shadow ahead, and to the left. Could that be the trees on the Point, or was it just a heavier fall of rain, cloaking the river in dense, blacker darkness? The pilot saw it, too. It could be a mass of debris, wreckage from the dam that had cleared the Point, that was bearing down upon them. He spun the wheel and the launch responded, veered to the right. The black shadow came nearer —on .their left now and ahead. The launch wallowed in waves and the pilot gave the wheel another twist to meet the current head on. Then— * The black mass was on their left. Waves were beaiing against the left side of the prow. Waves were bredking over the left gunwale; waves shaking the rudder. ° The launch rocked in a trough. The prow swung slightly to ihe left. Light glistened on the wet bark of-a distant tree. A few more yards and they were out of the pounding current. ! They had made it! 2 ” 2 IGHTS flickered through the rain. Eric waved his flashlight over his head in an arc. The spotlights went out for a second, then blazed back into light again. Far ahead lights were moving, blinking. A few minutes later, Baker was wading into the shallow water to guide the launch toward the bank. “Thank God youre here,” he shouted as Eric bent toward him “Got the doctors?” “Four of them!” “We need all of them,” Baker shouted back. “Got the men up in the office—lights and tables there— 12 badly hurt—can’t find three of them.” Alan jumped out as the launch grated on. the beach, landing in water half way up to his knees. An arm grasped his elbow. He turned to see Harry Brown's face close to

his. “You're all right, Harry?” Alan asked quickly. “How about - the Price boys?” “Im all right, Doc,” Harry said. “Bud Price is missin’.” Bud Price. The old man’s youngest boy. No time to think. “Get all that stuff out of the

jaunch -and up to the office,” Alan}

ordered the men grouped around them. “We've got work to do.”

(To Be Continued)

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