Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-09-29

seventy-five miles south OF here.
The boy, 2 IL years old, was sud-
denly stricken with appendicitis while
on vacation at the seaside resort with
his nurse.
Morton, son of Mr.. and Mrs. Brad
lev Morton of Chicago, was killed, etc.,
etc.
Mrs. Bradley Morton carefully fold
ed the paper and placed it beside her
plate.
cts true, Brad, it's she," Mrs. Nor
ton said. "I know her picture"
"Imogene," her husband said, and
he seemed for the first time really
human. "Did you see the boys name?
Michael wanted him named for me i.
even after what we {. -"
eyes, Brad" she anskered, and her
eyes were moist. Bradley, we must
find out about that child-right a.
wayw
AT the shore, 1000 miles away, Lin
da and Steve had found out about
Mickey. And their happiness, their
relief, knew no bounds.
The report from the laboratory
showed that Mickey's blood count was
5000, normal for a child Of his age.
And Mickey was vastly improved, sit
ting up in bed and smiling. The pain
was gone and the appendicitis dag
nosis appeared definitely to have been
an error.
"Praise the Lord!" Mrs. Blauer had
exclaimed reverently. eff anything
had happened to my baby it would
have been on my head. Though I'm
sure 1 took care of him and didn't
let him eat anything I don't feed him
at home :"
Mickey" Linda pleaded, sprawling
across the bed and caressing his blond
hair with both hands. "Tell mother,
darling, did Mickey eat something and
didn't tell Aunty Blauer?"
"Uh-uh," reflectively. Nothing
but the apples"
"Apples?" Linda sat upright.
Little ones. In the kitchen"
"Good merciful heavens!" It was
Mrs. Blauer. "The crab apples. I
made jelly day before yesterday. I
forgot about the crabs i"
emo, not crabs" Mickey corrected
'olemnly. "Apples. Sour ones"
And then-not so much at Mickey
rs from relieved tension-Linda snap
ped like spring, lay back on the bed
and laughed till the tears came. Steve
added his deep chuckle and Mrs.
Blauer Joined in. Mickey, proud,
thought he had made a great joke.
"Steve," said Linda, when she had
recovered her breath, give been too
worried to ask you-but I've wonder
ID. How did you happen to be here
when you were needed most?"
"Oh, you know Hubbard" Steve
"always hanging around.
Always has his hands full of some
ne else's business. You just can't
rive the guy away"
Seriously, I mean"
"Well, you see it was this way,
ady. I tried to impress you once
With the fact that we-Casa Linda
md I-won a national competition.
I'll be going East to collect the prize
pretty soon and I wanted well,
wanted to be with my best friends for
! while before I go. So I up and
Knocked off work for a little while
or vacation, and here I am. And
lere you are, too, and we're all hap
,y-huh?"
eyes," said Linda. VERY happy,
Steve And thank you. Lots"
Funny, Steve told himself, she'd
lever smiled at him that way before.
A guy might still have chance. Well,
lie might
After they had returned to San |
Francisco, Linda didn't see Bill Blaine
tight away. After all, he hadn't vol
to accompany her on the
plane dash to Mickey's side. Perhaps
ne was too stunned by the revelation
Of her sons existence; perhaps he felt
he might be in the way. He telephon
ed daily, but it was several days be-
fore Linda could conveniently find
time to see him.
And, in that interim, something
happened to provide the final blow
to her nearly shattered nerves. And
this time it happened to Steve. To
Steve, whose hands were always full
Of somebody else's business, bless him