The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), No. 22, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 13, 1952 Page: 4 of 10
This newspaper is part of the collection entitled: The Alto Herald and was provided to The Portal to Texas History by the Stella Hill Memorial Library.
Extracted Text
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
THE ALTO HERALD, ALTO, TEXAS. XOVKMHHR 13. !932
I
s-
SL
B)' P/f/?Cf MMMM
TnBSTOKtSOFAR:
Dttpiy troohtfd hy the Antagonism
KattFuHry continue* to ft)i^montof
tuttmotoMttteDtchtfttonard). Shets
tMHd<sM)<rt!byMr. SrottKttoon. chtW
tHAPTmX
"What about my bees?" he'd de-
manded.
Effie sighed.
"We're getting o!d, Ben, and
there's this questioti of help... I
suppose it's the bees or us, isn't it?"
Morosely, he wondered where Ed-
na was now and whether or not
she would comc buci; if he humbled
himself to ask her.
It would he asm*iH price to pay.
he felt, for keeping Ins beloved bees.
A voice addressed him.
"Pr. Smith, may 1 have a moment
<.i your valuable time?"
It was Clara Gordon, head of tlie
nurses' training school.
She was smiling apologetically
from the doorway of her small office
which was next to the Doctors'
Room. She was unfailingly polite
and acted as if his presence was the
greatest sort of compliment but he
felt that actually she had no use for
him, particularly since his support
of women doctors.
He left his hat in the Doctors'
Room and joined her.
Was it another complaint against
poor Kate? he wondered.
She had seated herself at her
desk. She was smiling and touching
her thin lips with the eraser on the
end of a yellow pencil.
She said, "This is a personal mat-
ter.
Marry B/o^ce /Attempts
7o Mahe Love to Kate
Dr. Smith waited impatiently for
her to continue. The office smelled
pleasantly of old-fashioned pinks.
She raised them in her neat, Eliza-
bethan garden at the side of an
Anne Hathaway type of cottage
which she owned on the outskirts of
Riverdale. A great bunch of the
flowers stood in a vase on her desk;
galaxy of white, pink and garnet
eyes staring at him.
"It concerns a former maid of
yours, Dr. Smith. Edna Brown. She
i applied to me for a position as gen-
eral maid, giving your name as ref-
erence. I've engaged her but I'd like
your candid opinion of Edna. Is she
h good cook? I enjoy entertaining."
He knew Miss Gordon's chief pur-
pose as a hostess. Some years ago
Clara had formed a garden club,
the professed object being t< culti-
vate a spirit of good fellowship and
also to aid in beautifying t)ie hos-
pital grounds.
She was the presdent; her offi-
cers were carefully chosen from
among the wives of the trustees of
the hospital. It was through these
flattered ladies for whom she en-
tertained chiirniingly tliat Clara
Gordon made her influence so
Btroii .ly felt in Peoples' Hospital.
Not until th question of a woman
Intern arose had Ciara met real de-
feat.
The knowledge was bitter to her,
Dr. Smith told himself. Her acquisi-
tion of Edna had given her a feeling
of triumph over her chief adversary
—himself.
"Kina's an excellent cook,"he
saio. malt fairness.
"Ti',is:.'.'ort!iy?"
"Y-s."
"Neat atid clean?"
"Ye^."
Miss Gordon smiled blandly.
"Why did you let such a paragon
go?"
"Ask Edna." Ho glanced at his
watch. "If you'll excuse me . .
Meanwhile, upstairs. Kate faced a
situation which she had realized was
inevitable but which she had hoped
to stave off until Dickie Bonardi
was in better health.
It had been a trying morning and
her nerves were on edge.
' Then Harry Blake attempted to
annoy her.
The ward had the torrid atmo-
sphere of a desert beneath a burn-
ing sun. The windows stood wide
but scarcely a breath of air stirred
outside. Kate had put a screen
around Dicky's bed and was pre-
paring to g)vg i)i{n a sponge bath,
awful hot," he whispered.
"I'm going to cXSl you off, darl-
ing."
She stripped him gently, laying
bare his pitifully bony chest and
fwollen joints. How tiny he wast
"Want your duck?" the asked.
"Yes."
She wiped off the pink plastic
duck she had bought one day and
gave it to him. Ho clasped ittightly,
his great dark eyes thanking her.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Yes."
She was Dickie's whole world now,
the realized, his only hope.
Hor lips quivered.
) "I'll get you well, lambkin"
She had bathed him and was
changing the bed when Harry saun-
tered into the ward.
! He came behind the screen.
"Good morning, my dear."
He moved close to Kate and a
tremor of distaste ran over her. She
resented his rested look and debon-
iar mnner. She thought. He doesn't
know what work is.
Why doesn't he look at his patient
instead of at her?
"Dickie is running a tempera-
ture." she said.
"That so?" Blake moved and
reached for the chart, his arm
purposely brushing hers. He glanced
idly at the record and quickly hung
;t hack in place. "We'll bring that
down in a day or two," he said
easily.
"What are your orders?" Kate
asked.
As always, when she queried him
directly pertaining to the treatment
of his patient, Dr. Blake gave her
in evasive answer.
"l it think it over and let you
kno'^."
"We're wasting time, Dr. Blake."
"Oh. I think not," he said, smil-
ing. "The child's well off here. He's
,c!ting a lot more attention than he
viuidathome."
But I want to see him improve,"
'<atc said.
He held her wrist. "Do you
want to leave here in disgrace?"
he asked.
Kate was silent, wishing Harry
would go away.
"I have a little surprise for you,"
she heard him say.
"What is it?" she asked indiffer-
ently.
"Mr. Bonardi contacted me last
night."
Kate's heart quickened its beat.
B/o^e Threatens Kate
WM Scanc/a/, D/sm/ssa/
"It appears that somebody has
been stirring Bonardi up about his
child's condition," Blake went on,
eyeing Kate closely.
Kate raised her eyes calmly to
his. She was not afraid of what she
had done. She had acted solely in
the interests of a sick child.
"I went to sec the Bonardis," she
said quietly.
"Why?" asked Blake.
"I wanted to learn what Dickie's
home conditions were and how they
fed him," she said. "What sort of
parents he has and whether or not
they love him."
"Isn't it the physician's preroga-
tive to go into all that?" Blake
asked. His hands were in his
pockets. He was watching her
through half-closed eyes. His full
red lips were smiling but his voice
had an edge to it.
"Yes, I suppose so, Dr. Blake, but
you've shown little interest in this
ease."
"I dislike people going over my
head." said Harry.
Kale was silent.
"You've put me in a poor tight,"
Blake went on in an injured tone.
"Bonardi seems to think I'm not
doing right by his kid."
"Arc you?" asked Kate bravely.
A smile that was half a sneer
touched Harry Blake's lips.
"I could make trouble for you
over this."
"Yes," agreed Kate. Her temples
throbbed.
"It would please some people
around here." said Harry.
"I realize that." Kate held her
head high but she saw herself pack-
ing and leaving under a cloud; say-
ing good-bye to Phil Harvey, Vir-
ginia, the Smiths. They would ex-
perience regret, but Warren and
Dunlap and Scott Kenyon would be
delighted to see the last of her.
"From what Bonardi said I gather
you spoke in favor of Kenyon's be-
ing put on the case. Is that true?"
She met Blake's eyes unflinching-
ly.
"It's true. He knows a great deal
more about children's diseases than
you do."
"Is that the sole reasrtn why you
carry the torch for him?" asked
Blake.
The blood rushed to Kate's face
She said nothing.
She felt stifled by the heat and his
nearness. His face kept coming
closer, his eyes repulsed her. It was
people's eyes that showed them for
what they were. Not the color or
the shape, but the expression
Harry Blake had eyes that revealed
the dark, unsavory corners of his
mind. ...
"I haven't determined what to do
about your interference, Dr. Ful-
ler," he said at last. "We'll talk it
over later."
"When?" asked Kate.
"Tonight?" His fingers clamped
suddenly over her wrist. He drew
her toward him. "Put on the black
gown with the pearls and we'll go
dancing," he murmured. "I know
just the place. Good food, good
music, and plenty of privacy."
"No," Kate said, between tight
lips.
He held on to her wrist.
"Do you want to leave here in dis-
grace?"
She stood quietly lest she frighten
Dickie.
She heard the rain sta/t outside.
Her eyes sought the child. He was
clasping his duck and watching her.
To Blake she said, "Let go of
me."
"Do we go dancing?" he asked,
breathing fast.
"No I dislike you intensely."
The full red iips parted in a con-
ceited smile.
"You don't know me yet, my dear.
I have unusual powers of per-
suasion."
"They wouldn't be effective on
me, Dr. Blake."
Dr. Sm/th Saves Kate
From a Bad Situation
13!
He laughed softiy. She put her
free hand against his chest and
pushed.
"If you don't let me go . . she
began furiously.
Where was Phil Harvey, her pro-
tector? Where was Warren? Dun-
lap? If she had no need of them,
she thought helplessly, they would
all have been walking in and out of
the ward. Alone, and behind this
screen, she was at Blake's mercy.
"Your brains haven't spoiled you,"
he whispered fatuously. "You were
made for love. Your hair . . . your
eyes . . . your lips . . . Kiss me,
Kate."
"You contemptible fool!"
She struggled, but Blake was
strong. He held her against him
with one arm. She felt his hand un-
der her chin; he was lifting her face
to his.
She thought wildly, I can't endure
this.
She wrenched one arm free and
Hung it out. Her hand hit the edge
of the screen. The screen went over
with a crash.
There was a momen't silence,
thence a voice spoke from the door-
way.
"I want to talk to you, Blake."
It was Dr. Smith. His brown eyes
were snapping with anger; his white
moustache stood out as if it had
beer starched. Even his pompadour
of white hair looked higher to Kate ;
than usual.
B!ake said brazenly, "I'm not
through here yet."
Ben Smith locked his hands be- ;
hind him.
"You will come now," he said.
"Immediately. I'll talk to you down-
stairs in the Doctors' Room."
Harry gave a rude laugh.
"She's the one who . . ." he began. '
"I'm waiting. Blake," cut in the
older man.
His tone brooked no further delay.
"How did things go today,
Harry?" asked Grace pleasantly.
She was sitting in a straight, un-
comfortable chair holding a half-
emtpy cocktail glass. The rain had
driven tnem from the screened-in
porch to the library. The room had a
close, musty smell overlaid by
Grace's favorite perfume, Cueriain's
Shalimar.
"Why do you always ask that?"
demanded her young husband ir-
ritably.
"Bccause I'm interested, dear."
She gave him a pleading loot? "You
say so little about your wo:k," she
murmured unhappily.
With an impatient toss of his head,
Harry rose and moved across the
room. The library, furnished for the
most part in ugly, Victorian pieces,
had been brought somewhat up to
date by the addition of several mod-
ern nests of tables, a television set
and a small portable bar.
Harry paused at the bar to refill
his glass from a tall silver shaker.
"1 should be practicing in Holly-
wood," he said discontent
t u!y.
"Oh. Harry!" she cried.
He frowned at .her over his glass.
"What chance have I here? Smith
and Kenyon have everything tied up
between them."
"You must be patient, Harry
dear." said Grace nervously.
"If you imagine that I enjoy sit- '
ting around twirling my thumbs, j
Grace . .
"But you have a few patients," !
she broke in. Her voice trembled at
the thought of Harry going to Holly,
wood where all the beautiful young
movie stars lived. "Others will come
when people find out what a good
doctor you are," she assured him.
"It always takes time for a young
man to get established. I've hoard
my father tell about his beginnings.
He was just an ordinary farmer at
first raising poultry, guiding a plow,
milking his cows, but before he
died..."
"Spare me the details," drawled
Harry. "If he did so weil for him-
self it's a wonder he didn't air con-
dition this place."
Harry was thinking how cool it
would have been outside the city
somewhere with Kate by his side
(TO BE CONTtNUEO)
.< . ' M/.
'J--''-
V';
, Curve-Holding
Hide —New "Stahili/, r"
wustM-tMion cuh< .-tide sw ,v
m both the Coron'.'anJ
Meadowbrook Series.
^MfM/
MfW Surging Power— StytinJ^(;hJs"m!,^'i',',''"
MiKhtyl!Oh.p.Rt-<j!t.'ni rcom, hmtd-ronm ami
V Kixht... niost t'fhm'nt ethow-room. Up t,o n
engine design in any ft. rnoruluggMgeftpm^
American car.
-
/f 1
....
In city after city, town after town,
record-breaking crowds are thronging
Dodge dealer showrooms. Their enthu-
siastic response acctaims the '53 Dodge
as the newest, nimbtest piece of Live
action on four wheels.
4&Mt Drives!
tOSparMra Modest
ZCfMt Engines!
, 'M'.,
New 140-h.p. Ited
RamV-Kight Kngine. NewGyro-'t'orquo
Drive with "Scat" Gear. New .let Air-Flow
Hood. New Pilot-View Curved Windsltield.
Attion-Iai!ored to Your Driving Needs
ROAD TEST
Pearman Motor Company
Phcne 188 A!to, Texas
.
)NCHtS
S''-
^16
tNCMH
How to protect your youngsters'
eyes ... with ' Light Conditioning
TlLCAUSK^oiittg eyes tire
-"' easily, you'M want your
ct'iidren to have proper
''H'<t"ig when they read. So
try Light Conditioning.
REDUCES
FATtGUE, DtSTRACTtON
^ith Light Conditioning
Pictured above, books ii,,d
Papers lose their annoying
glare-h'sensy to got the rigtit
hg <t on the page. Eyestrain
's lessened. Concentration is
easier.
L'n!'t Conditioning wi]] help
)'<u.,youngstcts discover tio\v
mncti wading can he.
And they t] read easier, (aster.
ACTUAL MCtPES
SHOW YOU HOW
l ight Conditioning is a tipsy
idea in home lighting-with ac-
f'i.ilrecipesthatshowyouhow
the kind ot lighting that
j''!Kitif-cts have found is l)est.
the recipes tell you;
7 /,c Mnti of tamp: <"«!
futures (a
The rig/i< trie
T/te ng/i< <oc<!ti<"M ft"
and fifturM
You just use a tape measure and
follow directions. Start^ L'gt"
Conditioning your home
fRfU "UGHT C0NDtT!0N!NG"
MOPE BOOKLET
" ''"<d th, i.,„, ...
It s biand new! Include* a Light
conditioning Recipe for reading,
television viewing, cooking, sewing
and other seeing tasks. Cat) for your
tree copy today.
H:
My/WWfMfM HffMMf
Ctmpony Operofed by Texon*—S+fvfttg 7*xo! CM:***
30'
t
t
a 4
t
!
Upcoming Pages
Here’s what’s next.
Search Inside
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Newspaper.
F. L. Weimar & Son. The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), No. 22, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 13, 1952, newspaper, November 13, 1952; Alto, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth215261/m1/4/?rotate=270: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Stella Hill Memorial Library.