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Chapter 24 AREN and Bruce, Spicer, and Bohan had all been doing tours in Pedriatrics. Coriell and Spicer were still on the floor; and Bohan had finished writing his reports and had gone ‘out. Karen and Bruce were alone. ' Dejectedly Bruce was reading the concluding remarks which he had written on his report: “There is but slight hope that this boy, will ever walk again.” The report concerned a young Italian boy who had j had his fifth try-out at walkin had poliomyelitis—and every pos- sible precaution had been. taken to save the muscles of his lower extremities. Coriell, USIC OF Med By Frank Riordan hoarse. Uncontrollably he moved toward her He did not want to, yet he seized her. The whole length of her lithe body was pressed hard. against him. Her). lips and his fused and her sharp teeth drew blood where they bit his lower lip. into memory, «the night - “You—you red-headed witch—” | When Bruce had Reld her ‘tant, The fierce hardness of her melted then; and he could feel her be- ‘coming soft, yielding. Her lips | grew tender, supplicating. “[ve been waiting for this for lover a year.” | Spicer and Coriell came clatter- g, He had}/ing in at that moment. Too late they saw that they were intrud- ing. i “If only you were in Mexico,” ti fare spat. Furiously, almost as “This time I'll do it, Dr. Crane,” | if she would kill them, she whirled he had told Bruce with shining and courageous eyes, ignoring the other failures. “You'll see. IT Welk... > “But. he hadn’t. He had just tottered there by his bed, unable to move at all. And the fine valor had given way to bewilderment, and to fear, perhaps. But kids were gutty creatures. “Doncha worry none, Doc,” the kid had repeated. “ll make it to-! morrow—”? Tomorrdéw! No word was heard oftener, nor meant more in this business of medicine than that word, Tomorrow. For tomorrows were friends when all else was one. Tomorrows were freighted own with hope, new sunshine, fresh winds—with new life. And now at his table, Bruce killed off the last friend of the Italian boy; his Tomorrow. “There is but slight hope—” Enraged, he jammed the report into the file. “A hell of a thin muttered. “Some has to find a way—” “Maybe you'll be the one,” Karen said softly. Gratefully he looked across at her. And simply because he had seen so much misery that after- noon, and because he could not forget the Italian boy’s brown to write,” he resolute eyes, Karen all at oncejh appeared the most desirable—the most worthwhile thing in life, “Miller has written a fairly in- teresting monograph on that par- ticular—” Karen began. . “Miller?” Bruce’s voice was MAKING GOOD IN ‘BAD’ ROLES AP Newsfeatures ANY A GOOD LITTLE GIRL goes to Hollywood and makes good in the role of a bad girl on the screen. Paulette Goddard. for instance, rose to fame and fortune in “bad” woman roles. Adele Mara scores as a vicious murderess in “Blackmail,” killing off sev- eral people on her way to success. Gloria Grahame was so good as a “bad” girl in “Crossfire” she was immediately cast “bad” again in Susan Hayward and Dolores Del Rio show when they're good, they're very good: when they're “bad”, they’re not “Roughshod.” horrid. SUSAN HAYWARD in “They Won't Believe Me” TODAY’S BIRTHDAYS | retary of state, born New York, (Know America) Gen. Dwight D. enhower, army chief ‘Columbus Univ. president-elect, born in Dennison, Texas, years ago. Dr. Frank Graham, president of the University of North Caro- lina, labor mediator, Fayetteville, N. C., 61 years ago. Sumner Welles, ex-undersec- ol ay somebody | ready on them. Then without a word she strode from the room. “Hey, look, Bub,” Coriell said. “Ym plumb sorry—” “Skip it.” “Thanks. See you at the dance tomorrow hight?” “Maybe.” 2 that dress— Yes, because of that night; the”. red dress ens, 3 it would be; and’ it would be fun watching’ his face’ as he, too, remember She was ready and waiting for’. Bruce, her on twin stars, her color high. Her heart beat « double time as she heard familiar crunching of his on the gravel walk; and as entered she gave him her hi fetching smile. ‘: we And what he saw was a spar- kling precious. angel—not a wome- — an of the night. The daring: red dress was not. daring at. all & T’nette. It merely accentuated * her childlike fragility and love- ~ liness: She was so completely re- ‘Imoved from the gross th E’D forgotten about the end-of-term: cance the frater- nity was giving. it was the one big social everit the group gave each year, and it would have been inexcusable not to have at least asked T’nette if she wanted to go. Unenthusiastically he went to the telephone and called her. He inquired brightly if she wanted to go stepping. At least twenty miles of telephone cable camou- flaged his tone sufficiently to make it sound bright.” : Her squeal of delight sounded like that of a sixteen-year-old being asked for her first date. “Tll get somebody to look after Julie. | d what time shall I be e ,” “T'll call about eight. I'll stay in town tonight and tomorrow and study.” But he didn’t get any studying done. His lips were still on fire, and Karen’s husky voice was ring- ing in ‘his ears; and all day long he fought the temptation to go to aan er. And T’nette got no house work one. She bubbled all day with laughter at herself. She scolded herself for being so excited; and Bob Saylor’s mpther laughed, PAULETTE GODDARD in “Kitty” ———- {59 years ago, ene that had been shaking his big frame for the past twenty-four hours, she was so: many: millions of miles away from a—a Karen Thayer, that he just stared’ at her as she stood there, her hair glim-. mering in the soft light, her ex- quisite throat throbbing gently, and her smile of weleome— The smile of welcome’ faded. : Yet he could not speak. 4 “Is there something wrong? Have I forgotten how to dress for parties?” Arie “Not that exactly—” on. T’nette stood irresolute. Then 4 she darted from the room. Bruce sat down to wait for her, assum- ing she had gone in for a last . look at Julie. Suddenly he stood. - up. He’d go, too, and say good- .. night to his daughter. But quite — su eg" 4 T’notte was’ back. is better?” she cried sé bitterly. It was the first time he. . had ever heard bitterness in her voice. “Is this more in keeping?” She stood before him not in th Lepes 4 red evening gown, but: in a soiled house dress. —_ “It’s ever so much more. in keeping, isn’t it?” she babbled. - “The other would have. been’ a masquerade, wouldn’t it?” (To be continued) (Copyright 1947 by Frank Riordan). on ee eA GLORIA GRAHAME in “Crosstire” — DOLORES DEL RIO in “The Fugitive” ! ‘Interlochen, Miss., ' -o iton, Kars., 56 years ago. Mrs. Woodrow Wilson, widow born Welling- (“Ike”) Eis- | of staff, |0f New York, poet, author and | painter, en | | National born at! ‘University of Michigan, found-'shell money widely used. by peo- Edward E. (E. E.) Cummings ‘of the former President, born in | Virginia, 75 years ago. | Prime Minister Eamon de Albert S. Goss, Master of the |Walera of Eire, born in New ‘York, 65 years ago. Grange, Washington, ; D. C., born in Rochester, N. Y., | 65 years ago. Dr. Joseph E. Maddy, of the/canal, is born in ass., 53 years ago. Cambridge, On Auki, an islet near Guadal- a mint which makes er of the National Cusic Camp, 'ple of the Solomon Islands.