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You get all FEEN-A-MINT's famouB benefits simply by chewinu. No wonder folks say: "It seems just like magic!" Millions rely on FEEN-A-MINT. Get a package today and try it yourself. TASTES LIKE YOUR FAVORITE CHEWING GUM! FEEN-A-MINT a blow on the jutting jaw of Mike with the same precision he would have used in administering ether . . . and with much the same effect. Jerry's knockout punch and Ted Hudson's vitriolic word-lashing combined to disperse the mob. It went off reluctantly, still in an angry, suspicious mood. The incident was the last straw for Jerry. "That petition should have been enough to tip me off," he said bitterly, the next morning. "But when things reach the point where they want to run a doctor out of town on a rail. . . . Oh, it's no use! I'm going back to the Medical Foundation in the morning. I had idealistic dreams of making myself useful to these people. I still have, but not enough for tar and feathers!" "You can't leave now. That would be quitting. A doctor can't be a quitter!" Ann's protests were voiced with more feeling than she had meant to reveal. "Don't say that." Jerry spoke with his head turned away. "I can't stay and let you see me become a failure. Oh, Ann, the chief reason I've held on this long was . . . ." Jerry caught himself and then continued .... "was to justify your faith in me." WHAT was the use of telling her that all his hopes and plans for success and security had been doubly important because their realization would give him the right to declare his love? "Oh, Jerry . . . Jerry! I do believe in you. That's why I want you to stay." Ann moved a step closer. If I take her in my arms now, we're both lost, thought Jerry. If he doesn't kiss me this minute, he's a fool, thought Ann. Into the tense silence of the strained scene suddenly came the shrill voice of Penny, high in horror. "Dr. Malone! Dr. Malone! The new Town Hall's collapsed. Ted Hudson's on the phone and he says there's ten men in the wreckage. He says to hurry . . . hurry . . ." Their personal problems dropped from their conscious minds as Ann and Jerry sprang into action, once more doctor and nurse on an emergency call. Five still figures lay on the sidewalk when Jerry and Ann arrived at the ruins of the Town Hall. Four more men were brought out of the wreckage as the doctor and nurse worked feverishly to relieve their agony. With pity they recognized Bun's father among the injured. "Don't know how it happened," Ted Hudson told Jerry as he knelt beside Dawson to administer morphine. "The men had just gone to work when the foundation caved in and the whole darn building went." There was an hysterical shout as a woman pushed through the crowd, scanned the faces of the groaning men with anguished eyes and then screamed: "Where's Walt? Where's my husband?" Jerry looked up. "He's still in there, Doc, pinned under a girder," declared one of the men who had been aiding in the rescue work. "Walt's hurt pretty bad . . . looks like a goner. We did everything we could to get him out, Doc," he added apologetically, "but that wall is coming down any minute. We've got wives and children ourselves, Doc . . . ." 78 "You're right. It's no job for married men. I'll go," jerked Jerry. "I'll go with you." Ted Hudson gripped the doctor's arm. "And I" "And I." Several of the younger men stepped forward. Directly under the wall that was still standing, they came upon the unconscious foreman of the building crew, Walter Mills. "He's got a hemorrhage in the right leg," cried Jerry. "It must be a femoral vein. Look, the only way we can save him, is for me to crawl under that girder and hold the vein with my fingers while you men try to move the girder." "If we move the girder, the wall is going to fall on you and Mills," argued Hudson. "The girder is all that is supporting it now." "We've got to risk it," commanded Jerry, who already had reached the man's side. "Hurry, I can't hold this vein much longer." Using a great beam as leverage, the men strained and heaved and succeeded in moving the girder slightly but not enough to free Mills. And then one final effort and the unconscious man was pulled to safety. The wall started tottering. Several bricks fell on Jerry but quick hands lifted Mills, and with the doctor still clutching the vein in the injured man's leg, the party made its way across the debris to the ambulance which had arrived from the county hospital. The long day in the hospital was a bad one for Dr. Malone, a nightmare succession of bloody swabs, dripping forceps, scalpels stained the bright red of life blood as he battled for the lives of the injured workmen. All of his skill was not enough to save Bun's father, who regained consciousness only toward the end; long enough to beg Jerry to look after his boy, and to gasp out an ugly tale of corruption that had put faulty materials into the foundation of the Town Hall and graft money into the pockets of the mayor and John Bogert. JERRY left the hospital and those J pitiful death beds in a towering rage, determined to do something . . . he didn't know quite what . . . but something about cleaning up Belmore before he left it forever. Belmore was as quick to swing toward the new doctor as it had been to unite against him. Overnight the ladies of the Allegiance League had made a legend of Jerry's masterly work at the scene of the demolished building and his saving the life of Mills, at the risk of his own. One by one they came into Jerry's office, apologizing for their desertion, asking diagnoses of hastily imagined ills, and murmuring with admiration at Dr. Malone's plan to take Bun Dawson into his own care permanently. Even John Bogert, frightened as he was by Jerry's persistent inquiries about the collapse of the Town Hall, realized that this was no time to press his campaign against the young doctor, and contributed handsomely, if craftily, to the new car by which the grateful town planned to show its appreciation for Jerry's heroism and help. Among the callers was the dashing Julie King, just back from a year abroad and already bored with small town life. Julie was not at all confused when Dr. Malone could find no trace of an injury she claimed to have on her first finger ... or was it the second that was hurting so badly? Perhaps Dr. Malone could drop up RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR