The coastland times. [volume] (Mnateo [i.e. Manteo], N.C.) 1947-1959, 1952-09-26
BY DOROTHY PIERCE KALKTR 7

had just witnessed.
He sat there, not moving. Nurses
passed to and fro; orderlies hurried
by; medical students and ward
maids appeared and disappeared.
Each and every one of them looked
at him curiously but none spoke.
He heard feet on the stairs and
turned his head, startled to realize
that he recognized her footsteps.
When she was near he got up.
''Dr Fuller :"
Kate paused beside him.
"Yes?"
II wish to thank you for saving
my patients life.''
II did no more than anybody
would have done, DR.. Kenyon" She
did not smile; her red mouth with
its tender curves had a sad and d.
ly resigned look which somehow
disturbed Scott. He remembered all
the gossip.
"You did a masterful job. l was
watching" he said.
"Oh," she murmured. Her ex-
preston remained unaltered but her
heart had suddenly quickened its
beat. She said, I'VE put him back
in the vapor room"
"Penicillin?" asked Scott.
Eyes. DR.. Warren ordered it,"
Warren went to pieces, didn't
hep"
Can you blame him?" she asked.
mo" The mans blue eyes,
bright with fever, were on Hates
face. Mine out of ten people
would have lost their heads" he adj
mitted. you didn't, though"
my training" Kate said. A faint
smile touched her lips, then disap-
peared as quickly as it had come.
my father was a general practi-
toner. I used to 60 around with
him. The nearest hospital was
twenty miles away. He was called
upon to do all manner Of things in
private homes"
'Have you performed tracheo-
tonnes before, DR.. Fuller?"
mo, but I've assisted Dad. Some.
times l held the basin and instru-
ments, sometimes the patient"
She made move as if to 60.
How did you chance to be on
the scene upstairs, DR.. Fuller?"
he asked quickly.
A glimmer Of amusement lit the
somber depths of Kate's eyes.
"They sent post haste for DR..
Warren. l had feeling he might
cave in so tagged along much to
his disgust"
Lucky you did," said KENYON
grimly.
eyes"
Warren should 60 down on his
knees to you"
Color flooded Kate's pale face.
II don't want anybody kneeling
to me-" she said almost angrily.
Scott noted how straight she held
her back; how level and calm her
eyes were. Character, he thought.
You can't stand like that and look
like that after your names been
dragged through the mud unless
you have rock-bound character to
support you.
Warren isn't the only me who
owes you homage" he interrupted,
speaking in low, logged tone. II,
too :"
"Oh, please, DR.. Kenyon" She
broke in with an amused little laugh,
laugh that reminded him sharply
Of their feud. please. You're
making a hero of me and / don't
like it."
She walked swiftly away. grateful
that he did not know how her knees
were trembling. She had stood a
lot in the last hour. First, Albert
Warren snarling at her for follow
ing him up to the Obstetrics floor.
He had told her to get out of his
way. He had said she was too
damned officious. He had said that
he didn't need any meddling hen
medic at his elbow. Oh, he had
acted quite differently later on, but
in its way that had been as severe
strain on her nerves as his earlier
belligerence.
II want to help you with Dickie, :"
said Albert Warren repentantly. 1t
was several hours after Kate had
saved the life of his child.
I'VE won't get far while DR..
Blake's on the case" Kate replied.
showing Warren the child's chart.
'Dickie should be in a plaster shell,
but we need a written order"
HAS Blake been in today?"
mo"
'I'n tackle him when he comes. ="
For a moment, Warren's eyes
showed CLINT of the old, familiar
steel 1--WE done Blake favors," he
said. with a significant nod Of his
head.
"A shell would keep Dickie's legs
in good position" Kate remarked,
leaning over to smooth the wrinlSled
sheet on the little boys bed.
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