Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #140

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #140

…Ziggy Endlichoffer and Alpha Campbell are brushed aside, in favor of so-called experts, as if they were a nuisance, not lifesavers…

“Stay still, sir,” implores Ziggy, who is busy plugging the torso breech with the cleanest handkerchiefs he can find. Alpha calmly assists his mentor, having learned that grace under fire is the doctor’s best friend.

“There is an ambulance on the way!” updates a very concerned Exposition official.

“No!” Ziggy protests. “He should not have a bumpy ride. Ve must stabilize him before he is moved; I think zee bullet is near his spleen!”

By now a circle of lawmen, some local, mostly Secret Service has made a pretty tight circle around McKinley’s prostrate position, with an eye out for the ambulance wagon. Anyone on the outside of this enclosure can only guess as to the condition of the man whose health they fear for.

There is an absence of the normal buzz generated by several hundred people. Stunned shock replaces it. Phoebe Love, with her husband nearby his wounded friend, chooses to do the perfect and only logical alternative to grief: prayer.

“Come near, my friends,” she beckons her known confederates, whose numbers grow upon hearing, “Our dear Heavenly Father, we come before you, broken and miserable sinners, to worship and adore you and ask for your divine healing for your devoted servant, William McKinley. Lord, he lay bleeding from a bullet delivered by one of Satan’s own. Please take him into your loving arms, show him that love, and give him a peaceful spirit, free from despair and pain. May it be your holy face he sees?

“We also want to bring his sweet wife Ida before you. Guard her from the fear that will soon come to visit. Give her no reason to grieve prematurely, soften this cruel blow in ways that we your people can only marvel at.

“Father GOD, make us a people who love and serve you in all the things we say and do; mere players in your grand orchestral plan.

          “And all His people said……”

“Amen!” rolls like thunder across the plain of souls.

McKinley & Cortelyou

“Cortelyou–my wife–be careful how you tell her–oh, be careful.” This is an instant where he cannot effectively protect his frail spouse, fearing not for his well-being, but that of Ida.

“Yes, William, I will be gentle,” promises his attending secretary.

The Exposition electric ambulance knifes through the humanity to gather up William McKinley for surgery at Erie County General Hospital, a nearly two mile bone jarring ride.

“If you insist on taking him on this monstrosity, let us attend him.” Ziggy Endlichoffer and Alpha Campbell are brushed aside, in favor of so-called experts, as if they were a nuisance, not lifesavers.

“Thank you, friends,” is all McKinley can say from on the stretcher, powerless to overrule a situation he cannot control.

A pall is cast upon such a promising September day in the first year of this new century. One career is ended as another is just beginning.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 150

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 150

…could you please pray for him?… his name is Edward Francis Dombroski and he is at Saint Anthony Hospital room 314…

In the meantime, Constance must consider all her options. The biggest issue being: has CCPI outlived its usefulness here in Chicago? Is she hanging around just to avoid having to return Florida? Has Ace Bannion’s presence hindered her judgment? What is her function from this point forward?

One of those questions is answered by a simple telephone call. Eddie Dombroski is back in the hospital.

“He has pneumonia pretty bad. He just had to shovel that last little snow we got, the dummy; it would have melted the next day.  His left lung was collapsed because of the gunshot and now he’s gone out and messed up the other one!” Edie Dombroski has not good news on the husband front. On the other hand, “If he dies, I don’t what I’m going to do without him.”

“We have to stay,” Constance’s overriding sense of responsibility for Eddie’s disability is at work. If his family needs help in his absence, then she will see to it.

Shortly after learning of their friend’s setback, none other than Billy Graham is on the phone with a special request. Sometimes questions are answered in dribs and drabs, or in this case, by the bushel, “Miss Caraway, I have a favor to ask?

“Good, we were getting a little bored. What’s the scoop?

“We — Willard Libby, Martin Kamen and I — are having a hard time convincing Willard’s Aunt to join us on the crusade we’re planning. It seems she had a close encounter, in the spiritual battle being fought around her nephew and to be frank, she will not trust just anyone to pick her up at Tolentine.”

“I love Sister Mary Joseph. She will listen to me, just give me the day and time and I’ll have her there.”

“Thank you so much and if there is anything I can do for you, let me know.”

“As a matter of fact, I have a friend, whom we met in Chicago, and I just heard that he isn’t doing so well; could you please pray for him… his name is Edward Francis Dombroski and he is at Saint Anthony Hospital room 314?

Room 314 Saint Anthony Hospital

“I am in Chicago this week. Would a visit from me make a difference?

“His wife would be thrilled to meet you!” Constance is too, having been to a prayer meeting of Graham’s in his native state of North Carolina, 2 years back. “Please check in with us beforehand. We need to coordinate things for the sake of secrecy. It’s the only advantage that we have right now. Perhaps we could meet you at the hospital and knock heads.”

“Is 6PM too late?

“No that would perfect, Saint Anthony Room 314.”


Constance Caraway P.I.

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