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CHAPTER XII
“I’m sure he does,” Cliff’s
voice was weary but patient,
“but he loves Janet.”
“I don't believe it!” Her tone
was brittle with exasperation.
“I’m going in there, anyway.”
“Listen here, Naomi, *l’m not
going to stand for any non
sense from you. We’ve all been
under a strain and you’re not
helping the situation.”
“You talk to me as if I were
a child!”
“Because you're acting like
one, infant.”
“Well, you can’t get away with
it—Richard needs me. Get out
of my way, Cliff!” Her voice
soared shrilly. "You have no
right to keep me from him!”
Janet heard a brief scuffle, a
startled protest from Naomi, fol
lowed by a series of resounding
slaps.
“Cliff Bronson: How dare;
you!”
“That’s only a sample, Miss
Farquhar. Now go upstairs to
bed and get some sleep—l hate
to admit it, but we’ll need you
around tomorrow.”
There was no rejoinder. Janet
tiptoed to the door. Naomi had
gone and Cliff was sitting on
the edge of the leather sofa,
smoking and chuckling to him
self.
“I spanked her—hard.”
“Oh, Cliff, you’ll get in trou
ble with Dr. Farquhar.”
“I don’t think so. Naomi js the
type that admires caveman tac
tics. She has a lot of spunk her
self.”
He sounded as though he had
made a minor recovery.
They were snowbound all the
nxet day. The storm had ceas
ed and the sun glittered bril
liantly on the soft layer of fresh
snow, but the road crews and
linesmen were still busy nearer
to the city limits.
At two o’clock Cliff appear
ed suddenly, bundled to the
ears in his overcoat and muf
fler, behind him Naomi was
huddled in her soft furs.
“We’re going out to the high
way,” he explained. “I may be
able to contact a power line crew
and put a call in to the hospi
tal. Keep your Richard warm
and give him those sedatives if
he’s uncomfortable.” He prod
dede Naomi in the back. “Come
along, Baby.”
She walked ahead of him do
cilely and Cliff looked back, shot
Janet a wide, triumphant grin
and winked.
When she heard the front door
close, she leaned back in the big
wing chair beside Richard’s bed
and closed her eyes. The house
was very still.
Slowly she became aware, as
often happens, of eyes fixed
upon her and she opened her
own to find Richard staring at
her. His pupils were dilated from
the effect of pain-killing drug
which made his gaze look dark
and intense.
“Richard—”
His mouth twisted in its old
lopsided grin. “I really fixed
things up, didn’t I?” he said.
“You couldn’t help it evi
dently there’s no predicting
what that William Hartigan will
do.”
“He stumbled, you know,” he
[said slowly.
“Yes, it was accidental, but
[someone like William should
never have a gun. I’d like to
know how he got hold of it.”
“I’m sorry it happened, in
man. Cilff will have to inform
the police—you have to report
all gunshot wounds, you know.”
Janet noticed with a little
thrill of surprise that he was
using Cliff’s first name now in
stead of calling him Bronson,
and Cliff in turn was referring
to him as Richard.
“How do you feel?”
“Not too bad ... he paused,
seeming to be assembling his
words, “I guess Windell and I
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seems to have all the makings
of a good surgeon. That was a (
pretty fine thing he did, Janet.” ]
She was slightly puzzled. “Yes, t
it was, Richard, but he didn’t
have much choice—all the roads (
were blocked, we couldn t get you j
[ in to town.” j
“There’s another factor, tho, i
my dear . . . he’s an intern, not i
a licensed physician. If any- <
thing had gone wrong, he stood
an excellent chance of wreck- j
ing all his plans for a doctor’s
profession.” ]
“I never thought of that, j
Richard.”
“Didn’t you?” His eyes linger- (
ed on her face, then he closed (
them. She reached over quickly ]
and felt his pulse. He was al- (
ready asleep.
An hour later she heard Cliff i
and Naomi coming in.
“We found a linesman and I 1
called the hospital,” he announc- *
ed. “They don’t want Richard in 1
! there, it’s too crowded. Windell
said he’d drive out here with me <
as soon as the road is open.”
“Dr. Windell?” she said in- 1
credulously.
“Yes. The old duck actually ‘
sounded quite friendly.” 1
“He’ll be proud of you, Cliff.
Richard is—he told me only a
few minutes ago that you had ‘
the makings of a good surgeon.” 1
“Must have been delirious.” 1
Cliff looked very pleased, how- 1
ever. “I’ll go in and have a look 1
at him.” 5
Janet went into the kitchen 1
for some of Mrs. Miles’ eye-op- 1
ening coffee. When she return- '
ed, Cliff beckoned her into the :
bedroom. “Come in here and talk
to me. I’ve given Richard a se- 1
dative; he won’t hear a word 1
we say if we keep our voices
low.” 1
She glanced quickly at the 1
white face of the man in the ]
bed then crossed to the window.; 1
“There isn’t much to say, is 1
there, Cliff?” 1
“Janet, it’s absurd to go on 1
torturing yourself like this,” he 1
said softly. “Why don’t you tell <
Richard you love him?”
“I can’t Cliff. Don’t you see
what an awkward position that
would put him in? He’s so fine
he’d feel he had to pretend.”
“Loving you wouldn’t be hard
to pretend, Janet.”
“It would be for Richard. He’s
too straightforward a person to
act out an insincere emotion.”
“He’s a fool, then. Janet, if I
though I had a chance, I’d . . .”
“You’re sweet, Cliff, but there
will never be anyone but Rich
ard for me—l realize that now.
And,” she added dispiritedly, “I
guess there’ll never be anything
that means as much as medicine
and Oakhart to him.”
Cliff busied himself feeling
Richard’s pulse; a strange smile
I played around his lips.
As soon as the highway was
cleared, Cliff left for the city
and returned with Dr. Windell.
The senior surgeon was closet
ed with Richard for some time
while Cliff paced up and down
the hall, lighting one cigarette
from another.
When Windell emerged from
the sick room, Cliff stared at
him nervously, moistening his
lips. “Did you examine the
wound, sir?”
“Yes, Bronson, I did.”
Dr. Windell’s thick eyebrows
hung low over his eyes and now
he peered from beneath them
quite menacingly.
“Dr. Eynon tells me I’m wast
ing a prospective surgeon in the
children’s clinic and I’m inclined
to agree. When we get back to
Cosmopolitan I think we’ll see
some changes made.”
Cliff stared at him uncertain
ly. “You mean—?”
“It means you’re through with
pediatrics, Bronson. We’ll leave
that to Eynon, eh? It takes a
certain type of personality of
which he is the epitome. Now
suppose you show me around
| Oakhart.”
[ During Richard’s convales-
■ cence he had asked more and
[more for Naomi. He insisted on
1 her reading to him in the after
noon. Frequently Janet would
[ overhear him correcting her pro-
■ nunciation, asking her to raise
! or lower her voice. Often he
: would interrupt to ask for a
[ glass of water or an apple from
i the kitchen or to adjust his pil
> lows.
j Janet was hurt, but since she
j was now doing Richard’s medi
il cal work as well as her own, they
' were lucky to have Naomi to
wait on him. She was quite eager
j at first, but on the third day
j Janet ran into her in the hall,
j She was smoking and moodily
gazing out the window at the
bleak February 'landscape.
| “Is Richard sleeping, Naomi?”
I “No, he’s probably just lying
| there thinking of more errands
for me to run. He doesn’t like
I I me to smoke in there, so I came
out here.”
For the first time in their ac
quaintance Janet felt sorry lor
her. “You’ve been a great help
to us.”
Richard had undergone an
other change. Usually the most
meticulous of men about his
personal appearance, now he re
fused to shave. A grizzled, sandy
and most unbecoming beard had
sprouted all over his face.
Naomi eyed him with distaste,
later taking Janet aside.
“Can’t you do something with
him, Janet? He’s going to look
like a backwoods lumberjack.”
Janet smiled inwardly. “I’m
only his wife, Naomi. If he won’t
do it for a pretty nurse like you,
he certainly won’t shave it off
oir me. Did you ask him?”
“Yes, and he nearly snapped
my head off.”
“Well, I’m afraid we can’t do
anything about it, then. He’s
still sick, you know —or thinks
he is.”
“All men are obnoxious,” Na
omi announced bitterly.
Janet laugbed. “Surely not all
men, Naomi.”
Two tears trickled from her
enormous dark eyes. “Janet, I’ve
been thinking of something.”
“What it is, Naomi?”
“I’m airaid you’ll think me a
quitter, but, well—” she sudden
ly looked acutely embarrassed
and equally determined. “Well,
the second half of the college
year begins next week. It's my
senior year and I’d like to finish
with my own class. I’m sure
they’ll give me credit for my
work here if Richard will write
a sort of reference.”
“We'd hate to lose you, of
course, but I do think your ca
reer is more important.”
Richard took the news with
much grumbling and comnlaint,
which only seemed to convince
Naomi that she was doing the
right thing. But when he heard
the front door close and Naomi’s
roadster swishing down the
drive, he heaved a sigh of re
lief and swung his long legs
out of bed.
(To Be Continued)
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