The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-01-18
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BRONZE
By Alma Bean Loving

4" Vice versa, Agnes replied
with a smile.
Neatly caught, " he responded
CALAMITY. " When next We meet,
we will Van Dine this mystery.
Now l must hurry, for time and
lectures wait for no man, at least
the audience dislikes to be kept
waiting too long. I'm afraid 1 have
broken an unblemished record al
ready l will telephone you right
after the lecture" and he bowed
with easy courtesy.
Agnes answered with one of her
sweetest smiles.
II all but floored the staid pro-
fessor and he turned away quickly
to hide the tell-tale love that was
growing infinitely for the little
nurse. After all these years cupid
had tagged him at last with an
avalanche of bows and arrows.
AS he reached the door he looked
back She was in deep converse
ton with the officer. He laughed to
himself. She was keeping him out
OF the hands of the law. He felt
like a school boy as he ran lightly
down the wide hospital steps, near
ly colliding with a tall, slender
colored woman. She was weeping.
Deep, heartbroken sobs seemed to
rend and tear her slender figure.
DR.. McClaren held out hs hand
to steady her.
She thanked him with eyes red
and swollen from weeping, and
continued up the steps, opened the
heavy door with an effort, and dis
appeared down the white corridor.
A gentle summer breeze played
hide and seek with the crisp cur
tains at the windows of one OF
the hospitals large rooms. Dane
ing sunbeams raced over the cool,
tile floor. The rubber soled shoes
of the doctors, and the crisp swish
of the nurses milford could be
heard as they passed the open door
of Juniors private room. A large,
green jar of pottery stood on the
table by the high, white bed. 1t
was filled to over-flowing with tiny
pink and white rosebuds, their
baby fragrance trying valiantly to
overcome and vanquish the odors
of ether and antiseptics.
Junior his head heavily band
aged, lay pale and still. Only the
slight movement of his baby hands
now and then gave evidence that
the spark of life was still burning,
red had trickled through the snowy
gauze. His eyes were closed and
the ding black lashes lay like
even streak of SCOT on his wan
face.
He could be heard sometimes
family moaning mother" and al
ways ending with Miss Aggie.'
Agnes, with her little uniform
cap perched on her thick hair, was
now holding Juniors brown hand.
She would squeeze the small fling
ers, run her finger tips across his
tiny pink nails, stopping very so
often to take his temperature, give
him his medicine, or re-arrange
his pillows Every thing that hui
man skill could do was being done.
She had followed DR.. McClaren's
orders not to spare skill or money
in giving Junior his chance for
life. Now there was nothing to do
but wait.
On the bed lay the morning pa
per and the strong, kind face of
DR.. McClaren was again smiling
out at her from a printed page,
along with comment on the lecture.
CDR. Anthony McClaren, noted
writer, speaker and world traveller
scored a singular triumph at
Washington Auditorium last night.
He was greeted by one of the larg-
est crowds ever assembled in this
magnificent building. The city's
intelligentsia turned out en- masse
to do honor to one whose life has
been devoted to mankind. DR.. Nc
Claren has delved deeply into the
science of man and his humanita-
rian and charitable work is we'll
known. He has studied primitive
society and the physical facts of
race. With his magnetic PERSONAL
ty and vivid descriptions of people
of other countries he carried his
audience away on a wave of en-
thusiasm that was nothing short
of miraculous on such a warm night.
(TO BE CONTINUED