A frantic obstetrician and an excited policeman chased through Boston last week, expecting disaster when they caught up with Mrs. Rubina Hartman. A few hours after giving birth to a girl in City Hospital, Mrs. Hartman, 33, had dressed, visited friends, then gone to her home in suburban Roxbury. Nurses found the infant lying alone in Mrs. Hartman's hospital bed. No mania impelled her, the mother averred when doctor and policeman reached her. She felt well; she had work to do at home; she was going to do it; the hospital, she knew, would...
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