The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-06
BY yAnfEs 5. c. CALVERF

He had seen it in her eyes when he left this morning. It wasn't suspicion, not anger; hurt, most of all and wonder. To her, if the problem was appalling, t ct least was simple: Her husband didn't love her any more. But to him it was. all maddeningly complex, even vague.
 It simmered down to this, though: He had become Dr. Maxwell Wray, wealthy and sought after; she = she was still just Jenny, 8 little heavier, perhaps, not less beautiful, but still the unpretentious little girl he had married twenty years ago.
 Certainly he had been. Q little brusque about that dinner at the Ehavers' tonight. He might have conveyed more delicately that Jen- ny wasn't to accompany him, but when one severed ties he should do it sharply; no indecision, no falter- ing--a quick, clean stroke, like the thrust of scalpel into delicate mambraneS-
 Like the thrust of his scalpell The thrust that had made the name of Maxwell Wray renowned wher- ever surgeons foregathered, and had won for him the distinction of an invitation to Banker Perry Ehaver's. Jenny at a Shaver dinner? Among those witty and cultured women His face glowed 8 dull red at the thought.
 His desk phone rang, bringing him back to his reverie.
 "Dr. Wray," the nurse at the switchboard said. 'Mrs. Cole is leaving today. She asked if she might see you"
 His brow puckered. Mrs. Cole?"
 You'll remember her, doctor" the nurse reminded. 'The O. B. case charity. You took care of her bill yourself"
 Hard to keep those charity cases straight. he unused as he pulled on his white smock. Good publicity, charity. Kept ones name before the public, Perry Shaver was prom inent in charity, too.
 The elevator let him out on the o. B. ward floor. Mrs. Cole, thin, pretty little woman, painfully won from her stay in the hospital, was sitting on a love seat in the digni- fled reception room, her blonde had bent tenderly over a blanket wrapped little bundle in her arms.
 "Now don't try to get up," he cautioned. You don't look any too steady yet"
 T feel perfectly well now, doc tor," she answered. Her voice was young, even though her face did seem prematurely lined underfed, he supposed.
 Wray bent over the baby. How is she?" he asked.
 She's perfect! So well behaved, so pretty!" Mrs. Cole drew back the blanket from the baby's head. She was pretty. Tight, black lit tie curlS clung moistly to her head; her mouth was puckered up into what might become sob and turned out to be 8 yawn-and her lashes, amazingly long and black
 Beautiful he murdered. q don't blame you, Mrs. Cole, for be- ing proud of her."
 How about you?" the mother asked grankly, drawing the blanket around the baby. Aren't you proud of her? If you hadn't taken care of us, I'm afraid" her eyes bright ened with tears. T mean, we might not be here at all-either one of us."
 Nonsense" Wray took one of the woman's hands in his, comfort ingly. You're not to think of such things at all, do you understand? :? You've recovered beautifully, but you're not out of the woods yeti"
 "Yes, doctor" The young woman's eyes were on his face seriously.
 He looked at her quizzically.
 You've had 8 close call, young lady. You were told that you weren't to have any babies = how long ago? Three years"
 "Yes." She dropped her eyes.
 You're not going to take that chance again, understand" "YeS," she replied. "Only-" Mrs. Coles mouth was suddenly stubborn. I'm sure 1t won't be necessary" she said firmly, "but if 1t is, I'll have another baby"