The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1935-07-02
BY G. G. GOLFER


DR.. Morrison stepped out OF
the elevator and moved toward
the front door OF hte city hospital,
buttoning his gloves and setting
his hat at a more jaunty angle as
he went. He hummed contentedly
to himself.
within the hour he would be
sitting tete-a-tete with Sylvia War
rem over an intimate table at some
discreet restaurant, and he meant
to propose marriage to her that
evening.
After all, As wasn't so old, and
he had been alone for SO long.
Twenty years! It seemed unbeliev-
able that his wife, Maris Hutchins.
the famous artist, had left him that
long ago taking with her all his
dreams and their young son, James
Jr. Morrison had wanted him to
follow in his fathers footsteps.
He wondered what had happen
ed to them, smiling as he remem-
bered the day when young Jimmy,
in an experimental mood, had
brushed his initials upon his lit
tie palm with nitric acid he had
found upon his mothers engraving
table. What furry had ensued!
Young Jimmy had always been
like that--eager and questing for
knowledge and new experiences;
utterly fearless of consequences. He
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supposed that he was grown up
now and probably staid business
man somewhere.
He had no way of knowing. Jim
my and his adored mother had van
ished as completely as though the
earth had swallowed them. He
had not even seen her name in the
papers though he had looked for
years afterward, grimly hoping for
some clew to her whereabouts. He
wondered if she were still living.
And Maris-well, Sylvia was the
nearest approach to her perfection
that he had discovered as yet! He
wondered whimsically if he still
had ideals, after the hard, grim
years he had spent in rising to the
post of head surgeon in the city
hospital!
The unromantic voice of Miss
Norris, the head nurse, reached
him as he was about to move
through the revolving door, gently
jolting him out of his meditations.
"I'm sorry, doctor, but the am
bulance crew has just come in and
DR.. Evans reports that DIR. Hutch
ms, the new inferno, has been in
jured and is in critical condition"
"Eh? Let DIR. Burnes handle 1t,
nurse" he impatiently suggested.
That is what I have an assistant
for"
DIR. Burnes has an appendecto-
my waiting, and this is too serious
for any of the younger doctors to
gunshot wound near the
heart" Morrison's forehead wrin-
killed. and he bit his underlip.
"All right, Miss Norris, prepare
The patient and have them get
my things ready" He glanced at
the clock on the wall and made a
wry face. A doctors wife would
have to get used to these situa-
tons!
AS he was washing and being
sterilized he questioned DR.. Evans
about the incident. I'VE went up
after this Italian woman-someone
called and said that she had been
shot by her drunken husband. DIR.
was on duty with me and
he went up the stairway first. The
crazy husband slammed the door
and refused to open it."
Are you aware that we have a.
police force in this city," The sur
geon's voice was witheringly dry.
well, Hutchins thought that he
could handle it all right by him.
self. The husband shot through
the door and he caught it in the
chest. Looks like SS slug, lodged
in the pericardium."