Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 February 1942 — Page 26

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: Serial Story— | - Kings Row By Hr Bellaman

THEY SPOKE of many things— .of his work, what they read, what they thought about. The rain came . heavily and (went away, leaving a ~ persistent protestant dripping from the eves. It/ was much later when Parris said, | “Maybe I better go * now.” . L “Wait a little.” She kissed his cheek Cassie.”

“I love you, on’t, Parris. But that’s

. “No you d all right.” it.”

- “But I me © “Hush.” Her hair fell against her face. The strange, gusty intoxication of her touch seemed utterly ungeal. It might all be a dream. = “You love me, don’t you, Cassie?” © “I den’t kriow, Parris.” 'Her voice

* squeaked slightly as it slipped from

_ eontrol. “I don’t know.” « “Cassie, you do—you do.” © “I said I didn’t know. + “Listen now, Cassie.”

| © “All right, what?”

“Someday |I want you to marry me.” = She was

; ite silent and held so ~~ gtill that he

d it again. , there isn’t any annow.” : + “But why?” ou don't redlly want

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: “I mean it! How do you know

what I think? I've got to study and be a doctor and it will be a

_ Jong time—' ~~ She smothered the rest of the gentence with her hand. - Parris opened the door and shiv- ~ ered when the drenched night air struck his flushed face. It seemed * eold, and he fastened his coat tight about his throat. He stood for a moment before going out. © “Listen, Cassie, I've got to see you.” © “Maybe. Maybe I can think of a way. But you'd better go now Parris, sure enough. It feels late.”

oi + He shiverpd again. “It feels early.” W . “Listen!”

ie The deep bell of the "gown clock struck slowly—four times. : © Cassie, it’s four

“I'm going over to Drake Mc3 en I'll say I was with s 8 good idea.” “Good night, then. I want to kiss ough.” Maybe I love you—I

i ing clouds were turning door of the ‘Livingstone

fhe side B | ! | Who's out there?” Parris rake sounded just a bt

Drake. Parris.” | ung the door open, blihkcredulous. “What are vot d here this time

doing. around. = “T've been somewhere, and—and 4t's too late for me to go home.” | | # = » | SPRING IN Kings Row was never thah a brief prelude to sumThe leaves unfolded and there sa or two of balmy warmth, a sudden onslaught of blister-

o west porch of the court» se was another group. County flicials, lawyers with near-by ofr and hanggers-on of the town’s ) st; RUION Ignorance and wiserance and prejudice, de-

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guess you all ain’t heard the news about Mis’ Sims.” | “She was operated on by Dr. Gordon last week.” | “What’s that?” “Is that so? What for?” | “I don’t know exactly. Something about here ear, I heard.” “Oh.” “Pretty serious, though.” “How’s that?” “Well, I hear the operation went through all right, but they say half her face is paralyzed.” “What you reckon could have been the matter?” | “Ain’t got no idea whatever. But my wife told me her face had all kind of swung around on one side. Mouth’s wsy off over here. You know exactly like that man from St. Stephen, what’s his name? Aw, you know who I mean: Alvin Kel-ler--that’s the name, Alvin Keller.” “Mis’ Sims is pretty likely to stay that way?” i | “Bure. Dr. Gordon saved her life though, I guess.” | “Does seem to me, though, this Gordon does a powerful lot of oper-

{really frightened Parris. | {thing there is something—”

atin’.” | Dr. Tower said: “I saw your ‘grandmother yesterday.” , Parris looked up, somewhat startled. It was unlike Dr. Tower to speak of anything in the slightest degree personal. : “Yes, sir?” "I thought she was not looking well.” ! A “She—she isn't quite well.” “I hope you won't misunderstand my question, but have you any idea what's wrong?” Parris laid the book down. I haven't really. sir, I just hadn’t thought it could be anything serious. She's rather

“No,

| —rather lively all the time.”

“She dossn’t look well.” The peculiar emphasis this time “Do you

Dr. Tower interrupted brusquely.

“1 don’t think anything about it. '|I’m not your grandmother’s physi-

clan.” [Parris flushed darkly. “Have you any relatives, Parris?” “sa ow “NONE AT ALL. Only some very distant ones—that my grandmother

| doesn’t like much.”

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“Very devoted to her, aren’t you?” Parris didn’t answer. His lips were quivering. “Did you ever hear of Dr. Ladd in St. Louis?” “Yes, sir.” - “Do you think you could in any way persuade Madame von Eln t» go to St. Louis to consult him?” The color faded slowly from Parris’ face, his eyes darkened, and his words came huskily. “I don’t know how I could do it. She’d want to know what made me think of it.” “Yes, yes. Doubtless. Is Skeffington her lawyer?” “Yes, sir.” “Could you talk to him?” “Maybe. Or—could you do it for me?” . “No.” cold. “Isn't Dr. Gordon a good doctor?” Dr. Tower looked steadily at Parris for a moment. “Not a very tactful question, young man, nor a very ethical one for a young doctor-to-be to ask.” He smiled, and Parris smiled, too, rather wanly. “But I must say that so far as I know Dr. Gordon knows his business.” “Oh, gee, I'm glad to hear you say that.” ; “You trust my judgment, do you?” “Oh, absolutely. 1 know you know.” Dr. Tower colored a little, a very little, Parris stared. Dr, Tower was always so cool and detached, so remote and cold, that this slight show of jon took on an aspect of exaggeratin. ;

The reply. was curt and

think so. “Well, sir, there are some things you just know.” ; “Yes, guess - 50.” Parris moved forward in his chair, He forgot .the distant formality that usually characterized his talks with Dr. Tower. “You remember that little book of Priedlander’s that you had me read last month. He said a lot about unconscious observations and how we sometimes add up a long sum of this kind of observations and come to conclusions that are quite right without knowing how we got them.” : “Yes.” t “Well,” Parris ‘smiled frankly, “It’s like that.” Dr. Tower looked grave. « “Well, keep your mind open. You're going to see and learn a lot of new things in your life. We're on the brink—the very brink of important discoveries. You'll -see. | And—I guess, even at the risk of paying

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