The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1936-07-17

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ing, when he reached home from de-
livering Mrs. Hicks of a boy baby after
an all night vigil. That all night vigil
wasn't exactly necessary, but Mrs.
Hicks was young, and this was her
and she was scared. She had had a
hard time. Good Lord! He ought to be
out there now seeing how she was. He
ought to be making the rest Of his
calls.
Then he remembered. Dick was TAX
ing care of Mrs. Hicks and the rest
of them. He had left definite written
instructions before he climbed into bed.
He sank back or the pillow with a
deep Of satisfaction ; and relief;
following so closely in his footsteps,
a doctor whom he could trust. OF
course, Dick was young. He had been
in actual practice only five months,
since he had completed his intern
ship in Chicago. But already he was
showing signs Of becoming a good gen.
eral practitioner: He was careful and
sensible. When he wasn't sure OF his
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for help.
Downstairs, the front door slammed
and he heard his daughter. Pat, come
in singing, Love in Bloom" He lay
there staring at the ceiling and real
lied he was nearing the end of his
was 81. But both Of his children were
educated. Pat was safely on her way
to be married to young Bill Haight, an
up-and-coming youngster who, at Is,
owned his own garage and service
station. Dick had already taken up the
comfortable practice which he himself
had built in Chenille in his "a years
a physician.
He heard Ella, his wife, petulantly
inquiring into Pats morning activities,
and he hastily changed the adjective
comfortable" to large" The large
practice he had built up. Ella always
made him do that. Ella carefully point
ed out about so times a day that his
large practice would have also been a
comfortable one if he weren't such q
his bills.
She was right, of course. If he had
all the money owed MIN in Chenille
he would have a late model car instead
of a wheezy 1928 Durable, an office in
the Professional building on Main
street instead of this jumbled, disor--
dered room with its horse-hair furni-
ture and its one examination table in
staff Of servants instead Of one
woman of all work. Dick would be en-
barking on a genteel practice in Chi
cago Or New York, or some other Large
city. Pat would be in society. BY now
she would have been tout" three years.
She was 81.
He didn't blame Ella a bit for feel
in- %h1 u,oyy ehn lid To l>oauy ha uyocr NJ
a very good business man. He hated
to take money from people when he
knew they needed it, eve though he
had earned it. He wa q fool. But
there he a You couldn't change peo-
pie and make them different from
what they were.
Ella didn't know that. She never
bilious woman, and life had foiled her.
He knew she would never forgive old
Mother Nature for trapping her into
marrying him. She could have mar
ried Jim Crum, the banker, because she
had been beautiful. and Jim had
wanted her.
Gosh, he grinned, where she would
his money behind her nothing would
stop her. Even as it was she was an
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS. She was pres
ident Of the Chenille First Methodist
church, the towns one-woman board
Of censorship, and its last word on
morals. It must be pretty hard on her
to be married to a no-account nonbe-,
lever like him, who hadn't proven him.
self much better than a provider Of
the bare necessities. No, he didn't
blame Ella.
He went to the bathroom, and as he
got out his shaving things he peered
into the glass. A heavy-set man with
thinning black hair heavily laced with
gray looked back at him out of twink
ling blue eyes. The nose was blunt
and the mouth thick-iipped and gen.
erous. He was, he noted, putting on
weight. He'd have to either exercise
or diet, or both. AS he shaved he
out a diet. No potatoes, white
bread or other starchy foods. Setting
up exercises every morning.
Luncheon was on the table when he
came downstairs and ne helped him.
self literally to potatoes and put three
slices of white bread on his butter
plate.
"Dieting again, I see, dad" Pat said.
She was tall and slender, and, her
thought, very beautiful with
her blue eyes, turned-up ose and
laughing mouth. She must be. She had
won a newspaper beauty contest last
week. A chance to go to Hollywood II
he'd had the money to spend on her
expenses. =
EYES," he said. Cutting down on
bread. No more than one loaf per
meal. Dick back YETI"