Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 July 1941 — Page 18

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SHORT STORY

HEART'S DESIRE

By BETTY BUCK

DOC ALLEN was busy with his

flossy Park Ave. practice as usual on the afternoon that Ken Hempstead came in quietly and almost hid himself in one of the deepcushioned armchairs in the restful anteroom of the doctor’s suite. Ken was bronzed, with an almost offending look of good health and vigor, but there was something sick in his ice-blue eyes. A stream of neurotic women passed through the anteroom and had their real or fancied ills deftly treated by wise old Doc Allen before the good doctor came out in his white uniform and spotted Ken.

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“YOU'RE THE last person in the world I expected to see, my boy. I thought you were still away prowling around the seven seas on what you pretended to be a scientific cruise. When’d you get back, Ken?” The young man laughed, not quite at ease. “Yesterday. The Monsoon is docked over in Jersey, you know. I couldn't make it any sooner. But I'm glad to see you!” The old doctor looked at him appraisingly. “How's Valerie?” he asked quietly. “I. haven't seen her for a while, but she certainly must "have been glad to see you, after six months!” ‘Ken flushed. “I . .. I haven't seen her, Doc. Things to finish up on the yacht. I'll get home this afternoon.” Doc Allen let it ride, but he motioned Ken to sit back in his chair, and drew yp another companionably. Everything was just like it used to be, only between the Doc and Ken there hung a phantom that both knew was there, but hesi‘tated to name. Doc broke the ice. “You're net intending to go home, are you?” he demanded frankly. Ken looked at him troubledly. - “I can’t, Doc. I've tried, but 1 can’t make myself believe that Val and I can ever make a go of it. Lord knows, we both put our best effort into this marriage, but it's no 1” Doc noticed the white under Ken's tanned fingers where he gripped the arms of the chair. “That's what the little trip on your yacht was all about, I take it. Sort of a trial separation idea, musked under .a flimsy excuse of something scientific?” Dos guessed. “It didn’t work, Doc. I thought «is « We thought that maybe being apart would solve the question, but it hasn’t, I hate to go home to Val —that’s the size of it. And Val is the best girl in the world. I'm just a rotter, or sick!” . Doc Allen didn’t speak for the space of three long breaths. He carefully matched the fingertips of his left hand with the fingertips of ‘the right before he spoke carefully. “I've seen this coming since before I took Valerie up the aisle the day you two were married, Ken,” he admitted. “It wasn’t even a . gamble that this would happen!” “Then why .. . I don't get it, ~ Doc!”-Ken fumbled. : -*T could have bet on its happening; Ken. Take two young, earnest kids like you and Valerie were then, - with all the money in the world, ‘no especially developed talents, no common interests except your mutual youth. Put them together into a serious business like a marriage without. worries—and what happens?” Ken avoided his eyes. “Maybe we were both reaching for the moon —and discovered it really was just green cheese,” he ventured wryly. “No. You both kidded yourself into thinking that at one fell swoop you werer going to attain to your ~heart’s desire. It just didn’t work . out that way, did it? People have to slave, deny themselves, find a common interest outside themselves “to be able to find happiness marriage. You didn’t. :

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“MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT, Doc. But there doesn’t seem to be anything to do now to save the situgtion. Val and I have drifted too far apart into our own little worlds. TI -couldn’t ask her to give it an“other try!” : Ken looked defeated, sick.

: “Couldn't she?” Doc asked quizzi-|

“cally, his deepset eyes crinkling in usement. “Valerie has been in to ~with me every once in a while your absence, Ken, and I she’s got the solution all figout already!” + She what? Did she tell you—?" smiled. Wainy

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uled to present you with a junior edition of the Hempstead clan. My advice is to close your town house, take a place out in the country and get yourself a job, doing almost anything at all, and support your family on what you earn by the sweat of your brow for a while!” “Doc! © Where's your phone? I could slay you for holding out on me. Why didn’t you write? Valerie needs me, now!” Old Doc Allen pointed to the phone: on the desk in his office. “Not half as much as you've needed her, son,” he judged. But Ken didn’t hear him, He was already halfway into thp office.

' TOMORROW-—It’s the little things that are easiest to remember. As Michael finds out in “Butterflies,” by Martin Rowan.

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

Threshing Need

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FORT SHERIDAN, Ill, July 23 (U. P.).—The thresking machine, the Army decided today, is as important to national defense as

the cannon. Private John. V. Prochaska, 29, of Battery H, 210th Coast Artillery, left Fort Sheridan for a 30-day furlough at Azalia, Mich, where he owns and operates the community’s only threshing ma-. | chine, Without him it would be difficult to harvest tke grain. Prochaska’s former neighbors—

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VITAMINS SEEN AS CHECK ON CANCER

By Science Service NEW YORK .—Hope that the vitamin trail may lead to a means of preventing cancer appears in a report of cancer prevention in mice by vitamins and yeast. The experiments, by Dr. R. Lewisohn, Dr. C. Leuchtenberger, Dr. R. Leuchtenberger, Dr, D. Laszlo, and Dr. K. Bloch, of Mount Sinai Hospital here, are described in the current issue of the scientific journal, Science. : The vitamins involved are two of

the vitamin B coniplex, pantothenic acid and riboflavin. They and the

.|yeast were injected into the veins|of mice on which a piece of breast]:

cancer from another animal was grafted. Grafts of this particular cancer usually take and continue to grow in 95 per cent to 100 per cent of mice and it is a very difficult cancer to cure. When yeast was given to the animals, the cancer grafts took in only 20 per cent .or one-fifth, of the animals, instead of in nearly all of them. Adding pantothenic acid to the yeast prevented growth of the transplanted or grafted cancers in almost half of the mice, 47 per cent. Adding riboflavin to the yeast prevented growth of the transplanted cancers in nearly two-thirds or 62 per cent of the mice.

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