Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 March 1939 — Page 30

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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: Emily welcomes Alan and Eric back, thanks Eric for saving Alan _from the fire. Then she tells Alan that Peterson has sent a contract.

CHAPTER TWENTY LAN hurried on up the stairs, disregarding Emily’s bewilder‘ment, her half-spoken appeals. . Yes, he told himself as he un‘dressed, climbed into bed, he would have something very definite to say about Emily's leaving. . Emily did love Eric. Any fool could see it. The way-she had kissed Kane, the tenderness with which ‘she had caressed his burned hands. Her relief when she found the injury was not more serious. - They would go away and she would get her divorce and Alan could not bear to think of her as another man’s wife, in another man's home. What would life be for him, without her? He had chosen “Sumner, and his practice—and he had just that— and that was all. But he wanted Emily! His vision of her smile was blotted out by sheets of windplown rain, her eyes became as two glowing acetylene lamps . . . there was a roaring in his ears . . . shouts, screams, moans. . . . A dark mass bearing down upon him, the slap of waves against the launch. Sound sleep at last droye the distorted dreams from his mind. ‘He did not hear Emily tiptoe into the room, pull down the shades, and tuck the blankets closer about him. Nor did he feel her lips, soft ‘against his cheek. Only the walls heard her sob—and they gave no comfort.

” 2 2 HE ringing of the telephone awakened him. He sat up in bed, reached for the instrument on the nearby table. : “Dr. William Peterson, New York, calling Dr. Alan Warren,” the operator said. “Just a minute, I'll call him,” Emily said, on the downstairs phone. “I'm awake, I'll take it here,” Alan broke in. Then to the operator— “This is Dr. Warren.” “Hello, Alan! Congratulations on some fine work,” he heard Peterson say a moment later. “Even the papers here in New York are making vou a hero. Well, it’s good advertising for the school.” “Haven't much time, sailing at midnight, but wanted you to know that your contract is safe.” “I'm not taking the position, Dr. Peterson,” Alan said. -- “You're not—what!” “I'm staying here in Sumner. My work is here.” Alan spoke slowly, earefuly choosing his - words. just a country doctor, Dr. Peterson, I belong here—I'm going to stay here.” : : “Is that absolutely final, Alan? You won't change your . mind,” Dr. Peterson asked. “That’s final, Doctor.” “Well . . . you know what you want to do. I had hoped though, that you'd be with us. I need you, Alan. The school needs you.” ~ “My people need me here, more. Have a good trip, Doctor. I'll be up to see you when you return.”

= “Goodby, Alan, You've made your | |

decision. Never regret it.”

” ” » A LAN sang lustily in the shower, and was grinning happily as he hurried downstairs. Outdoors the sun was shining brightly. A.cardinal whistled from a treetop; a few green blades of grass were pushing up through the brown bareness of the lawn. Spring almost here, Alan thought. And only a few short weeks ago, all this had been hidden by the blizzard. Emily was waiting in the breakfast room. - And Eric. Alan’s grin faded. “Hello, sleepyhead,” Emily said with a laugh, as she kissed him. “Thought you'd never wake up.” “You slept the clock around, and then started on it’s second trip,” Eric said.

last night—and pounding your ear when I came back to-say goodby.” “I guess I was pretty tired,” Alan admitted. Then as the import of Eric’s words struck him—“To say goodby? What do you mean?” . “Orders. Conference in St. Louis on whether we’ll go with the dam. Brass hats from Washington will all be there—to rake me over the - coals.” “I told you yesterday I had something to say about your leaving, Emily,” Alan began. “I want Eric to hear it too. It concerns both of

you—all of us.” “But, Alan—I—" Emily inter- . but listen to

upted. “Yes, I know . . me now. It’s going to be difficult to tell you, but I have to do it. Let’s get it over, get it settled.” “Alan, what are you talking about? Eric asked, almost angrily. : “About you, about Emily, about me.” Alan spoke quickly, as if trying to hurry through his unpleasant task. “You love Emily. And she loves you—" “Alan! I don't—you don’t believe—" “You may not realize it now, but you will,” Alan went on, striving to keep his voice calm and even. “It will take time, but eventually you will know, what I know now —that you love Eric. “Your place is not here in Sumner,” he went on, avoiding her eyes. Eric stood, silent and wondering. “This is not your world, “Emily, and I've been a fool, I've been cruel, trying to make you stay in. it. Here you have sickness, trouble, pain and death. You deserve something better than that. “You are too young, too beautiful to: give up the happiness that is rightfully yours. You need music, laughter, love—gaiety. - “Eric can give you these things. I can’t. : “Your debt to me is paid, Eric. You took a chance on losing yours to save me. That falling lamp might have seared your eyes—you Eight have breathed flame. I know at. “Be good to her, Eric. She’s precious.” : Eric nodded, solemnly. He said nothing. “Alan—darling—don’t—don’t go! Come back! You're wrong!” Emily screamed after him. But he was far down the street, walking swiftly, when she reached the door. If he heard her, he did not let on.

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