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I HAD THREE months to live. Three short months! That was my tenure on life and happiness and the successful newspaper career I'd built up for myself in five years. That was what I'd have to tell the girl who'd stood by, through thick and thin, ever since our marriage.
That was all I could think of, as the big Kansas City lung specialist talked on. And that brief reprieve hinged on my giving up my business, my home, my friends, and going west!
It didn't seem worth it. Not until my wife, who, like the grand girl she is, reminded me again that the most insurmountable obstacle is just something to be overcome !
I'd known, of course, for months, that something was wrong. I'd been running down like a clock ; driving myself to making a go of my second newspaper venture in spite of a daily temperature of 102 ; kidding myself that a spring vacation would fix me up. But I never dreamed that I was one more victim of the dreaded T. B. Tluat was something that happened to other people, never to one's self.
Unless you've been through it yourself, you'll nerl know what it's like to check into a mountain-top sanal-. ium, exiled, to spend the rest of your earthly days in III That still, white-walled room was my death chambe I and I knew it. There was just the intervening timeii kill, while time killed me!
My wife took a room in the sanatorium to be with e those last few months. She pleaded with me not to f. d up, to fight. Yes, I admit it. In those first black we a of illness and desperation, I had just one idea — suici ij What had I to fight for? A few extra months, a yd maybe, of futility and pain. Of utter and absolute h>>4 lessness, and enforced inactivity. Interests? Diversi I I couldn't even read a newspaper! I, who had breatd and thought "newspaper" since I was fourteen. It t k precious strength to even hold a newspaper now.
Then one day, after my morning nap, I found a 1 £j brown box beside my bed. A miniature radio, withp Lilliputian sound-grille. My wife? had noticed onel
Illustrated by JACK FLOHERTY, JR