The Key West Citizen Newspaper, October 21, 1947, Page 3

Chapter 30 LL Bruce could remember was the fact that it was his own Antoinette who lay inside on the gam table, inert, unknowing. re was comfort in the fact that the best man in the field was in charge; and with all his soul he hung on to that thought. As he saw Karat through the glass parti- tioris, the now scrubbed, sterile Karat, walking confidently into the operating room, he uttered a prayer, not to God exactly but directly to the man, Karat, to per- form in the same sure manner in which he wrote for the up and coming M.D’s. His thoughts drifted back — momentarily—to the time he had waited with Austin Hammond in the hospital in Los Angeles. He come a long, long way. He would soon be a part of such an institution as this. Or would he? Right now he sat in an agony of fright, completely shorn of skill of any sort. He could not have lifted a finger to help anybody. This Dr. Karat though—Lord, how he envied him his poise, his assured, know-how attitude. But his brain. could not forget T’nette for long. All at once he remembered again La Jolla; and the Casa’de Manana. The spume from the tumbling waters at_ his and T’nette’s feet. And later, alone in their room, with the moonlight drifting in— “It had begun then that night, this, new ‘little creature that had _ T’nette down into the Val- YY. He did not know how long he had been waiting. All at once Karat was Standing beside him. he might have been just any old Joe the way he smiled. and said: ““You’d better get some sleep. That’s what your wife is doing. And the boy will be when they get him cleaned up.” “Boy?” “You have a son—Doctor.” It got him—being called “Doc- tor” oY one of the greatest of them. It was a while before he could trust his voice. “My wife?” ~ “She will Karat’s eyes became‘ soft—or rather a little less hard than usual. “That caliber of woman doesn’t. fold easily.” But even that caliber of woman required a lot of sleep; and it was not until late that evening that the nurse let Brice peep in on T’nette. He tiptoed to the T’nette slept peacefully. She was white—like a weary gardenia; and her hands, those busy, busy hands, lay quite still—like birds shot down from flight. . “My love,” he w hoarsely. “My son’s mother. My daughter’s mother.” He touched her brow with his lips. She stirred,, murmured something unintelligible. from her dream- land. T. the nurse led him away. “Mrs. Hammond left the keys to her car. It’s in the garage across the street. You’d better go home and get some sleep, Dr. Crane.” E found Nola’s car. Somehow he got onto the Harlem Speedway, and somehow he found his way to the winding road that led to Nola’s house. ‘ It was a typical black Con- necticut, night. Through the chaos and muddle of his mind the one fact that made sense or that mat- tered was that T’nette lived. But only, he realized a little wildly, because of the genius of Dr. Karat, because of his absolute knowledge and authority. That’s what being an M.D. meant. A man had to be so much more than a man. He had to be a rock—im- movable, undefeatable. Most of all, he had to have complete faith in himself. Aimlessly Bruce switched. on the radio. dialed up and down. Suddenly his hand froze on the knob as he tuned in the orchestra playing in. the Rainbow. Room back’ there in the city high above the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fiftieth Street. The band was just easing into its theme song. It was a theme song of unmis- takable rhythm. It was an odd thing . called Piano . Madness. Bruce could hear the roaring ap- Ree SEES NE EE ES RR ee Oe ee pS Se Rt we ‘fornia to receive his ee ea ‘By Fronk Riordan _» » . _He felt suddenly incompe incapable of the profess which he had worked so hard enter. But perhaps it was all dream anyway. Perhaps he -ha never left the band. Any minute he would find himself seated at ay piano. The flood lights would 8. E M.D: course, he hadn’t earned it. It belonged ae ai 2d to Antoinette, as a reward for loyalty, for faith, for devotion. Yet, T’nette wag the one who should don the green hood. She should march in: the solemn procession. And the de~ gree should read: ae “Antoinette Crane, M.D.” :’ That thought strengthened him. All at once he no longer drove alone along the dark Connecticut road. And fear fled. For her spirit Was riding forward with himante the night. Rite" With new .courage he. threw back his head, pressed the ‘atito- matic button that released the.top of the convertible allowing it to fly back, bringing into view’ the far. off stars. Of course, Karat had been masterful. He had had years of trainin And what Karat had done—Bruce would ‘be able to do. ; With a steady foot he pressed down on the accelerator, and as he glanced starward, he said ip a level, husky voice: By oe my dearest, ’'l do my THE END (Copyright 1947 by Frank Riordan) aragonite enter earncnntntirsapranayin amreegnatene™ Only Mullet And | Miss M. A. Hierney! Young Delinquents Mackerel May Be Starts Nurse Duties Not Considered To Caught In Nets. (Special to The Citizen) TALLAHASSEE, Oct. 21.—Tak- | Miss ‘ daughter ! iWylk, of 3040 Seidenberg ave-' (Special to The Citizen) BROOKLYN, N. Y., Oct. 21—) Marie Antonis Hierney, | of -Mr. and Mrs. R.! ing any fish but mullet or mack- pnye, Key West, Florida, started : ére] with a net or seine greater her studies as a nurse.at, the’? Tom. Watson. He was asked by J. T. Hurst, ~ "than “350 yards in length is il-’ Manhattan Beach Veterans. ‘Hos- || legal for salt water fishermen, | pital, Brooklyn, N. Y.,.on. January i according to Attorney General J. 3, 1947. : } St. Miss Hierney is a, graduate of | Joseph’s~ Aéadémy, Brent- ! supervisor of the state board;of , wood, N. Y., and completed her ; conservation, if larger nets | nursing course at the St.’ Vincent | eould be used.for catching salt! Hospital, New York. i water fish other than mullet or } mackerel. The attorney general; 47 TQRNEY PORTER pointed out that it is not illegal, to use larger nets, but if in so- | doing the fishermen catch any-} thing but mullet RESUMES PRACTICE | Attorney J. Y. Porter, IV, who } or mackerel, ,has been ill for the past month ; the men must throw them back 'ana a half, is now able to resume i in, to avoid getting crossed up | nis legal practice at his Flem- iing street business office. with the law. ee en a 8 a re re oe | _ Beginning ‘A New AP Newsfeature Be Criminal Type (Special to The Citizen) | TALLAHASSEE, Oct. 21.—A child who has been brought ‘be- fore. a juvenile judge for agjudi- cation of an offense is not con- sidered a criminal. Attorney General. J; Tom’ Watson has ad- vised Judge G. Bowden Hunt of Bartow. Although the statute - requires all clerks of court. having crim- inal jurisdiction to certify the names of persons convicted of crimes and make a report to the clerk of the circujt court, this does not apply to delinquent children. More than half the people of the United States have pro- nounced defects in vision. s Serial Story