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T't!- ^^TO HERALD, ALTO, TEXAS, OCTOBER 2, 1952
FULLER
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CHAPTER IV
I'll have a place for them
e fy I'm on obstetrics and
; ) <ve been humming so I just
§ thud a minute."
n do you get your cap?"
Kate.
[ ,r."
,<.u tike obstetrics?"
"f'h.Y's! I adore babies."
S I." Kate rose and moved
^ ) tile ctosct with several dress-
i . r her arm.
! rt time later as they were
Kite's empty suitcascs on
r set shelf, a whistle came
outside and Virginia ex-
^ that it was her brother.
r.arrt. who,did odd jobs around
k ;;itat during his school vaca-
te went over to a window,
L d the screen up and ttirust her
ut. holding her hair back
j <r face as she bent forward.
she called down.
l"Ki." replied a young mate voice
' -!nw.
through your work?" in-
Vtrinia.
"Yup."
"Gngforaswim?"
jtdbe."
re's somebody here I want
to meet, Leonard."
[ifgJn/o /nfrotfuce5
[o Her Younger Brother
Kste moved to the window and
fh' : ii twn into the upturned face
a hny of about seventeen. He
wearing a dark, short-sleeved
nd a pair of navy blue jeans.
; h id been cutting grass and one
rested on the handle of a
mower. He was tall and well-
with muscular shoulders and
His body looked more mature
his face, but he had a fine
and deep-set, thoughtful eyes,
f i m gl id to know you, Leonard,"
id. smiling down at him. "I'm
to enjoy rooming with your
Virg nia and I are getting
lintedfast."
seemed to please him. He
t, mumbling some thing unin-
- j)e. and then began to crack
nuckles.
i n't!" admonished his sister.
)' ' .n't what?"
[pack your knucktes."
mked surprised.
.si?"
'< i do it all the time lately,"
' m scolded.
! ustied the lawn mower back
! ith. Mate asked what school
t nded Riveidale Academy,
i) s raid. How much longer had
continued Virginia, but he'd been a
track man in college and when he
was offered the job of coach at the
Academy Dud had jumped at it.
' Is he popular with the boys Vir-
ginia?"
"I should say he is! He and Leo
nard are like that." Virginia
laughed as she held up two fingers
closely intcrwined "Wait until the
football season starts. You'll see
plenty of excitement around here.
Last year the Academy team wound
up unbeaten and untied and it was
my brother Leonard who sparked
Mem to victory. Dud told me so
himself. He's counting on Leonard
to make a similar record this year.
Then Leonard can write his own
ticket as to what college he'll at-
tend."
Kate watched the girl's eager
countenance.
"Leonard's poing to college on the
strength of his athletic prowess?"
she asked slowly.
It was the only way he could go,
explained Virginia, strolling to the
bureau to powder her treckled nose.
"Couldn't he work his way
through' Virginia?"
Sic supposed so, Virginia said
doubtfuily, but he wouldn't have to.
It was as good as in the bag. Dud
^iid so. He'd had letters from sev-
"! wish 1 had your
dencc," murmured Hate.
confl-
erat of the targe cotteges asking
Mhcre Leonard intended to go.
"Your brother is a valuable piece
of property," observed Kate, lean-
ing down to inspect her stocking
vhtch had caught against a rough
edge on the chair. "Perhaps that's
why he acts moody and nervous.
He must realize a good deal de-
pends on his < t ming performance."
"Probably that's it," agreed Vir-
ginia, nodding. She closed her com-
" i iired Kate. One more year, puct and stood with her sturdy back
, —!-!- — ! against the bureau, looking thought-
fully at Kate. "I don't think he'd
be nervous for himsetf," she said,
after a moment. "It may be be-
cause he knows Dud's future is in-
volved, too."
: ! murmured. Virginia ex-
i proudly that Leonard was a
tiilete, captain of both foot-
nd basebatl teams at the
.''ny.
't s splendid," Kate said.
" a asked, "Will you be see-
tonight, Leonard?"
boy was noncommittal. His
said, "Well, if you do, tell
i'i! be off duty Saturday night."
sighed, and as she towered
^ screen and turned from the win-
Kate noticed a shadow dim-
rxthe brightness of Virginia's
[Are you worried about some-
she asked.
J/rginia nodded and sat down
f"3r heavily on her bed. Leonard
Ts changing, she said, not only
f ; ; " but his nature.
L''s at a difficult age," Kate
ti t mr) "Give him time. He'll
' r 't."
*''Sinm nodded as she got up
r'the bed to help Kate put her
rsaway.
t'T.
Pat.
P '' < for a moment, then asked
Jr 'was.
t vividly, Virginia said,
i'aKe, ttie athletic coach at
r '' "tnh< Academy.
!. ur best beau. Virginia?"
nodded.
Jc," fsomething about him,"
M.'Kato.
t Virginia, standing near
a dreamy smile on her
L,t **ith Dud was hand-
Ws . looking man you
k htA deciared. He had a
'" ground, she went on, and
Hth."" I* wasn't his fault
.. ."'"s Just getting started in
<t, He'd been on Okinawa
[vest,, Dud's father was an
P'ri. . "tbro^^r '"R'vcrdalc and
L(. Dud was expected to
ym L "! ^ h^e work. But he d
" war restless and
P Out t ^ "^*"t up in an of-
, j ' r work appealed to htm.
farming and forestry,
'<t s what I)ud says."
^'scrutinzed the girl's face
V/rgJnJo Confesses Her
Love for Dud/ey Poge
"It is?" asked Kate.
Dud hoped to get a position as
coach in whatever college accepted
Leonard, explained Virginia. She
took a pair of stockings from a
drawer, picked up a small sewing
kit and sat down to mend. She cut
off a length of darning silk and
threaded her needle. Dud enjoyed
his work at the Academy, she said,
but of course they didn't pay much.
"Not enough for him to marry
on?" asked Kate, smiling.
Virginia kept her eyes carefully
lowered. Not near enough, she ad
mitted in a low tone. She seemed
relieved to talk about it and Kate
asked presently if Dud had pro-
posed. Virginia shook her head
sighing. "He wouldn't until he was
sure he could support a wife. He's
too honorable."
"But he loves you?" pressed
Kate "You're unofficially en
gaged'"
Virginia threw her questioner a
startled took Oh, no, she said
breathlessly, it hadn't gone as far
as that. She was hoping, though,
she added trustfutly. Dud was sweet
to her.
She asked, her eyes wide and
childlike, "Does it sound serious to
you, Dr. Fuller?"
"Yes. I'd like to meet Mr. Page
By the way, who's the team physi
cian?"
"Dr. Kenyon." answered Virginia
looking critically at the neat darn
she was making. "At least he was
tastyear. and I presume they'll
have him again because he proved
very efficient. He's so careful."
Kate remarked lightly, "Dr. Ken-
yon's made a name for himself,
hasn't he?"
Vumnm nodded. Arrested by th{
girt s swift chmge of expression,
Kate asked, "Surely you like him.
Virginia'"
Virginia fitted the sites of twr.
stockings together and rolled them
up neatly She tossed them on thf
bed. saying. "He's the best obstetn
<mn 1 ever saw. a perfect gentle
man in the delivery room, but 1
ihink he nec's his head examined.'
"Why?"
"Because of his un-Christian at-
titude toward you. Dr. Fuller!"
Virginia s brown eyes flashed in-
dignantly as she thrust the darning
egg mtt) another stocking. "It's so
perfectly ridicutous to take a stand
against women doctors) Who does
he think he is? Somebody ought to
turn him over and whaie the day-
tights out of him."
A delighted laugh broke from
Kate. Her eyes sparkled as she
contemplated the reserved, digni-
fied Scott Kenyon receiving corporal
punishment for maintaining his own
views.
On the last Saturday evening in
July, the Smiths entertained in
honor of Kate. While Kate dressed
ior the occasion in a dinner dress
of black crepe with tailored lines,
Virginia sat curled up on her bed
watching with great interest. All at
once she jumped up, fumbled in a
drawer and eventually produced a
rope of pearls.
"Wear these, Dr. Fuller. They'll
complete your costume."
"I might break them," protested
Kate.
"What of it?" Virginia shrugged.
"You'll look like royalty and you
need to make a good impression to-
night."
"Do you think it will help me
any?" Kate spoke with a touch of
wistfuiness.
"Yes. If even a few of the im-
portant Hiverdale people are at the
Smiths' and take a liking to you—
and they will—your battle is already
won."
"I wish I had your confidence,"
murmured Kate.
She could not esraoe the fact that
so far she had made no perceptible
inroads into the good graces of the
one person she wanted most to ap-
prove of her. Dr. Smith, Phil Har-
vey and Virginia were her cham-
pions, but Scott Kenyon remained
as coldty distant as he had been
at their first meeting. Albert War-
ren. ttiought Kate, made a fetish of
ignoring her. Laura Dunlap went
out of her way to show Kate how
little the new intern counted in the
general set-up of the Pediatric floor,
and Clara Cordon was proving a
constant irritant in her determina-
tion to keep the nurses from becom-
ing friendly with Dr. Fuller.
Mrs. Sm/th fnterfo/ns
/n Honor of Kate FuMer
She was wasting precious time,
she thoufht dejectedly.
However, when tater she alighted
from a taxicab in front of the
Smiths' charming otd gray house
with its halfmcon steps and window
boxes bright with pink and purpte
petunias, Kate's spirits rose magi-
cally.
As she ran lightly up the steps,
holding her full skirt with one hand,
the screen door burst open and
Edna Smith's tong, thin arms reach-
ed out and gathered her in.
"My dearest Kate] Welcome
home!"
Tears of emotion blurred Kate'*
sight. She brushed them away and
kissed her hostess.
Effie Smith was a narrow-should-
ered, shapeless woman with a great
untidy bun of light brown hair and
protruding pale blue eyes. She was
an enthusiastic gardener and her
skin, constantly exposed to the ele-
ments, appeared to have the tex-
ture of unbleached cotton. Effie,
the sole survivor of an old and dis-
tinguished Riverdale family, did
exactly as she pleased. She wore
clothes which those in far less af-
fluent circumstances would have
fett ashamed to be seen in and she
wore them with an air of dignity
that commanded respect.
Mrs. Smith was indignant over
Kate's coo! reception and she con-
sidered it her duty to do something
kind that would help Kate become
poputar. Tonight Effie planned to
bring Kate into direct contact with
Grace Btake, a life-long friend and
j a wealthy and socially influential
woman Dr and Mrs. Blake had
been vacationing on Grace's yacht.
They had arrived home yesterday.
Kate asked, "Am 1 the first to ar-
rive?"
"Yes, we can have a glass of
port and talk about old times."
With an arm around Kate's waist.
Mrs. Smith led her into the living
room, at one end of which Dr. Smith
presided before a table on which
stood twin decanters oi port And
sherry.
He greeted Kate jovially.
The living room was on the river
side of the house and the long, old-
fashioned windows stood open to an
obstructed view of water, mead-
owland. and a sky washed in rose
and gold. The room itself was a
)lend of soft old colors in rugs,
bookbindings and paintings. Here
and there, the eye was arrested by
the sheen on some fine old piece
'f furniture.
Kate drew a deep, satisfied
breath.
"1 always loved this room." She
advanced stowiy. "You haven't
changed it at all."
"Oh. we never move our furni-
ture from one year's end to the
other," laughed Mrs. Smith, as they
seated themselves. "Ben and I are
crea'tures of habit. If we change
much as a chair we're both home-
sick until we have it back in its
jriginat place."
Dr. Smith came slowly across the
room carrying a small tray.
"You're looking more than charm-
ing t:^ evening,'he told Kate, a*
ne offered her a gtassofwine.
"Don't you agree, Effie?"
"I'm dazzled," declared Mrs.
imith.
(TO BB CONTtNUEO)
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