The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1911-04-28

Dick stared DULY at them. II have
very bad headache" he said soberly.
IF you'd fix me up bromo / think
I'd feel better, sis" He sank down
In q big chair and nodded drowsily.
His father bent above him aud looked
closely at the young mans pale, clear
cut face. He thought 1t looked I'M
naturally white, and there was heavi-
ness about the eyes that alarmed him.
Il thought he was intoxicated at
first" he muttered to himself as he
left the room and locked himself in
the telephone booth. AS he passed
through the hall on his way back to
the library he spoke to the waiting
Martin. "Dr. Gray will be here pres
emily; send him into the library, Mar
tin"
'Yes, SIR" said Martin.
In the library Amy was mixing the
foaming drink In a tumbler, and Dick
drank it greedily.
Gee. but my head feels awfulr' he
murmured as he sank back In his
chair and went directly to sleep.
DR.. Gray arrived and listened to
what the father and sister of Dick
Quintin had to say.
"Queer, confoundedly queer, must
admit" he commented as he bent over
the young man. said he came down
see to Cynthia Dewbury, eh9"
"Yes," said Mr. Quintin, with dry
| lips.
Used to think a lot of herr" asked
the physician musingly.
Mr.. Quintin's face wore n look of
displeasure THAT was in Dicks
younger days, doctor. Under the cir
cumstances one could hardly expect
that he had not recovered from any
prior attachment" he said signlf-
cantly.
Hardly" calculated DR.. Gray, run
ming his fingers skillfully over Dicks
head. "Ah, young man, hurt you that
time" as Dick WINGED and stirred to
wakefulness. pain in your head,
Dicky, boy?"
Rather" groaned Dick, opening his
eyes. How are you, doc?"
"Im all right, thanks" responded
the doctor dryly.
Anybody sick here" continued Dick,
sitting up straight and looking around
with worried frown-"father, Amy?"
Were all right, Dick" assured his
father. "The doctor happened In. and
as you complained about your head
thought you might like to tell him
about It."
How did you get it2' asked the
doctor, sitting down beside his pa
tient "You haven't been running up
against blackjack, have your"
81 don't know. I've been trying to
recollect what happened to make my
head ache so confoundedly. I've been
forgetting lot of things ever since l
left the station. There's one thing In
particular that ! simply must remem-
bert" Dick dropped his head into his
up turned palms and closed his eyes.
"You remember that you came down
to Mirafores to see Cynthia Dew
buryf" asked the doctor softly.
"Oh, yes. OF course! I always go to
see Cynthia Dewbury when l come
down." returned Dick impatiently.
The doctor crossed the room to con
| fer with Mr. Quintin. "If you will
leave me alone with Dick for awhil,
l think | can locate the point o.
trouble and perhaps correct 1t. II
send Martin around to my Office fol-
some more instruments. with your per
mission"
| "Of course we are all at your serv-
ice" assured Mr.. Quintin, and while
Martin FASTENED around to the doc
| tors office that gentleman sat alone
In the library with Dick Quintin.
The young man still sat modify
staring into the fire. Suddenly the
physician leaned forward and tapped
Dick on the knee.
Flows EdlthT he asked slgnifi-
cantly.
Instantly Dick Quintin was on his
feet staring wildly around the room.
Edith? Edith?" he repeated in n
stunned tone. "Why, / haven't seen
Edith since-since | went to buy our
tickets this afternoon
yes" soothed the doctor, land what
happened when you went to buy the
tickets"
81 think l leaned over to pick up
something and man struck me on the
head with something's know 1t was
his suit case, for he apologized after
ward. But what am I doing here?
Where's Edith"
"She's probably waiting for you
wherever you left her. Hold on, there,
Dick-not so fast, my boy! It's 9:30
now and Dicks brandished arm
cut the doctors sentence short.
"Was / married to Edith Martin
this noon" demanded the young man
fiercely.
Eyes, you were because ! saw you
married, and your father and Amy
have just returned from the reception.
Now, Dick, my lad, we've Just time
to take that 1890 back to town-oh,
yes, you'll need all three of us to prove
an alibi. That blow ON your head
caused temporary lose of memory, and
you forgot you had just been married,
and. according to your confirmed habit
you bought ticket for Mirafiores In
stead of Atlantic City, wasn't itf
Dicks groan was lost in a hurried
DOMINIC of outer garments as Amy
Mr.. Quintin and the doctor prepared
to accompany him back to New York.
where his frightened bride awaited
him in the railroad station where he
had left her
EVERYBODY forgot about Cynthia Dew
bury, Dicks old fame, and it was just
as well, because Cynthia had been
married half dozen years before.