The Washington times., 1938-03-11
PROFESSIONAL CALLS

| CllmDeo OUT, laughing ana leaning
close together, Gloria said, in her
mind: You see, Gloria Lee, what
a fool you've been! Isabel really
Iloves Peter-and he is more i'm
portant to her than all the i'm
possible things she Graves"
Gloria looked at Peter with ten
derness. Six feet of lean. sum
burned body-you guessed that be-
meath the tweeds it was SUM-
burned; a blond head, nicely
shaped; blue-gray eyes at once
friendly and amused; a smile chat
was completely disarming.
She thought: IF I were sick and
Peter came to my bed, I think 1
should get well almost instantly"
Gloria was not alone in that SEN
timent. Old Mrs. O'Toole, vino
lived in the bungalow on the east
of Peters home, was always say
ing: AN faith, the moment the
young doc sets foot at me door I
feel everything's gonna be all
right, an that I dol"
Gloria said, gayly: well, how
were the sick, the lame and the
lazy today, Peter?" She held mis-
eyes for moment, liking him ter
/ ribly. And she thought: He has
the heart and soul of a doctor.
He'll be a great obstetrician one
of these days, if Isabel will let
him."
She was remembering swiftly as
she stood there what Peter had
told her about wanting to special
ize in obstetrics. Peter was always
telling her things about himself
and his future that he never men
toned to Isabel. Peter had said :
Gloria, do you realize that in all
the 160 years of American history
only 244,00O American soldiers
have been killed on the fields of
battle or died from wounds while
fighting in our wars? And yet
is the last twenty-five years more
than 375,000 American mothers
have died from causes associated
with bringing their children into
the world. And it needn't be,
Gloria-God, it needn't be at ALL"
Isabel was shifting disdainfully.
Sick, lame and lazy Is right; I
wish you could see what horrible
patients Peter has. Such grubby
people, living in such Shiny
places!"
"Grubby people" said Peter,
not unkindly, living in Shiny
places have a way of needing a
doctor-and of feeling pain-just
like other human beings, Isabel" :"
They'd be better off dead!"
said Isabel icily.
"Oh-h, Isabel" cried Gloria.
And her mouth, which had been
curved for laughter and tender
ness, twisted into q stark, deSper-
ate line.
II mean it," said Isabel. "They
aren't f1t to cure. They'e just
cluttering up. messing up-adding
hideousness to world that is al
ready weighted down with sordid
squalor! They 49,"
VISITORS
Isabel didn't finish. And In the
next moment both Peter and
Gloria forgot that IsabelS words
had chilled them. For the soft
restless stiffness of the day was
slit by the blowing of a horn. and
at the curb was a sleek yellow
roadster, a dark handsome young
head leaning out. Rodney Call
man was holding his palm on his
horn; he was not alone. Gloria
recognized Henry brakeman
cella's brother and Rodney's
cousin-in the car.
Henry Drake was young and
dark and handsome with black
curls over his head like a Roman
Emperor. He had unusual eyes,
deeply black. Smoldering and pas
sionate. Gloria had seen him for
the first time the day he had re-
turned to the Palace Hotel for his
sisters wedding to the baron.
He had stared at her across the
lobby, his eyes moving quick and
secret from the crown of her
golden head to her small feet.
She had seen Mrs. Drake come
upon her son, Unexpectedly, and
whirl instantly on her slim heel
to follow his steady gaze. Mrs.
Drake had turned back to her son
and Henry had frowned at what
she said to him, drawing his brows
together, and she had known that
Mrs. Drake had diSliked what she
had seen in his eyes and told him
so.
Rodney called out now: "Hey-y,
everybody, how about going out to
the Kenwood Club for a vittle or
two? We're hungry as wollufS!"
Gloria's heart was pounding as
she hurried through the garden
and across the lawn. When she
came UP to the car all of her fears
Of the night before and this morn