The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-07-11

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 Then he laid his stripped and eooing infant on the examining table and stood back with sort oi proud abstraction, running his eyes alertly over her peach tinted per. lection.
 Meanwhile his big brown hands folded her clothing mechanically her dress, stockings, petticoat shirt and band into a neat, com pact pile. He turned to the dazed nurse, Miss Evans, who lowered in the door. acutely embarrassed, rav- aged by curiosity.
 What does she weigh?" inquir- ed Peter Warren. I'm anxious to know if she's gained properly. "I-" he grinned. I've been taking lot of pains with her food" Miss Evans suppressed a ten dency to hysteria and laid the baby on the scales. She's gained an ounce more than she needed to-" she observed. That's splendid. Whats her formula ?"
 Twenty five ounces of milk, five of water. five tablespoons of corn syrup. Then she gets six teaspoon fuls of orange juice and five drops of viosterol,' recited Peter Warren glibly. But she erps the orange juice."
 "she = what?' choked Miss Evans.
 "She erps it," said MT. Warren, with an expressive gesture illus trating the reversal of the normal progress of orange juice through the infant system.
 "Oh, I see,': Miss Evans eyes took in the great length, breadth and substantially of Peter Warren, from the crown of his rough dark head down to the worn, carefully polished brogues that fairly shout ed their master craftsmanship. His tweeds were baggy but good; his tanned, ugly face, wrinkled cheer full about the eyes and lined pain fully about a sensitive, big mouth that housed fine teeth, was strong, determined and philosophical. Ills eyes seemed to dare her to ask what she now asked, involuntarily:
 You're wfdower, MT War; ren?" ..,
 There was a slight pause. Brief though 1t was, Miss Evans felt the color surge upward from the gleaming white collar of her uni- form. Of all dumb, inquisitive things to ask-i
 I'm not. Thanks"
 "No," said Warren. presently. THE DOCTOR WILL BE
 HERE IN A MINUTE
 "The doctor will be in in a mo- ment-" babbled Miss Evans, and fled. She flew, cracking with starch, to the nurse at the appoint ment dek. That Warren = per- son" She gasped. ''Is he the mother of that child?"
 T guess so," said Miss Connol- ly, dimpling. Isn't he marvellous? He brought it in last month, too. while you were away. I tried to pick him up. I offered to drop in and change a diaper for him some time. But did he put me in my place? Bowie! He gave. me to understand right off the bat that he wasn't that kind of a - say, I'll bet ha thinks nurses are im- moral! Did you try to date him, too, Evvie?"
 I asked him if he was wid- ower," admitted Miss Evans. "The big ninny!"
 That" said Miss Connolly, thoughtfully, lis probably some thing he is not"
 The reception room was boiling with patients. Many eyes were turned upon Peter Warren as he emerged with his daughter from the examining room and waited his turn outside the doctors private office. He took up position on a small chair near the window, his gaze fixed abstractly on the blue square of Summer sky enframed there.
 Miss Evans edged over toward him. hesitantly. He looked so very odd, sitting there, all six feet of him, balancing that small, pink bundle on his bony knees. Just gazing at the sky.
 ''The doctor won't be long," she offered. Its really best to wait and see him. There'll be changes in the food"
 "I know spinach" said Peter Warren nodding. Third month. My other. child got spinach at this age. It's the very devil to put through a ricer. Did you ever try to rice spinach, nurse ?"
 "CarrotS are easiern said Miss