The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-09-17
so can walk up to 'em and face EN-!

so can walk up to 'em and face EN-!
want to be free!"
you're trusting me to cut into you
after you stuck me up?" the doctor
said in queer voice. He was like a
manikin again with the false voice Of
Sure, I'm trusting you! I've told
you the truth. You won't murder me.
But you'd call the police if let you
out of this ROOM"
Il wouldn't have time. That phone
was about a girl in this towns having
baby. I got to go help her. Babies
come hard with that girl. She lost one.
to hurry up"
her about"
DR.. Lagrue gave sigh which seemed
to deflate him. He shrank into little
rag of flop-eared, flop-nosed, bone
hands into a basin. washing the rubber
gloves. He trudged back to Tom, his
eyes Pickering once or twice to that
hand covering under the coat. He
But almost Immediately the telephone
gave another shrill nerve shattering
call. The doctors eyes snapped to Toms,
clinging to them.
GO ahead, answer it and stop it,"
Tom said. Tell 'em to quit bothering
you"
shaking till the receiver against his ear
steadied it.
Hello! I see. All right. You don't
as can"
He came back to work preparing a
hypo, putting laboriously. Tom breathed
heavily in sympathetic rhythm. It was
Tom who spoke first. 'What'd they
say?n 49,. . .,o o+,,o. aoo+or
He's in New York"
"What'd you say you'd be there as
quick as you can for?"
Because the girl is dying"
The doctor started fumbling with the
bandages, but he was so shaky that ne
had to steady himself with a drink.
ANY other doctors they can get?"
@There's one in Bedford, and bunch
in Keyport. It'd take twenty minutes
to get 'em. That's too long"
As the doctor spread out his lnstru-
ments Tom asked, How long Will the
IAN hour. Longer. If I could put, you
to sleep and had some help ;"
III. II don't ont mean tn THIS gI }GD mean 'ne
Dr.. Lagrue's eyes snapped up the
bulge of his spectacles like two lights.
IT can't tell" he said breathlessly:
Maybe a little while maybe all
'n ssWhy don't you go? What are you
letting me bluff you for?" ,,
THE chief told me you;f IL; dei1o ssy y
shoot a man in the back II I'LL save
VA SAn right: So you risk the girls life'
' 1T won't save their lives if I'm shot"
"Why don't you take chance!
The doctor stopped for a fierce squ1nI
at Toms eyes. then he Whlrled, IipPeo
Oft his gloves, dashed for his m ssoac,as,
the door.
AS Tom Hubbard lay there the agony
of freedom flowed out OF his pooy: y, n .st
was no longer free, but the doctor must
have given him an extra dose OF tnat
needle for the beatific calm OF cope
descended upon his body. Inc o atg9t
made time race and then stang sSnt
shrek of the sawmill's whistle
sound which he had heard every morn
ing of his boyhood. He blinked az tne
harsh light above him, not reallzng
that another light had crept lnto tne
room, living and warm: But ne knew
it was morning when he heard tnat
seventeen commuters train along the
shore, its bell changing.
He had heard many train Wnen ne
was in the penitentiary. but this was was
distinctive muffled by the sea- roe
a sound which belonged to him
And it started other sounds throbbing
echoing from time that was lost:
The blood beating in his ears dlngeo
IKE the sshoolhouse bell then no IKE t the
hurdy gurdy at the beach park. the
trains footing goodby to the last boat
of summer, the laughter of bathing
girls.
He was looking at very pretty, CIR
now. She was in white. everything
about her was immediately white anc
of smile and ran her fingers through
his hair. He felt. the damp GOODNESS OF
her palm on his forehead. He gave 9
start, but sank back, dumbfounded
Where the hell was he!
His attempt to sit up reminded him
Of his leg. He tried again slowly. Inc
pretty girl was gone. His eyes roved
was the most light. Morning shone hol
through the window.
He got his head high enough so that
he could see q man out there
man with q visored cap. He was 6
Jersey trooper. He was just standing
there near the door, waiting. There wa:
no doubt that he was posted there
on guard.
SO that little louise of a doctor hae
squealed.
Tom Hubbard reached into his coat
pocket, but his hand could not find
the thing he wanted.
The nurse came back again. She wa!
beauty the grinning little hell.
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