Norwich bulletin., 1913-12-25

one more search for the missing pa.per-and make up.'
 Mrs. Morgan heard the front door close.
 If he had asked me I would have helped him hunt for the paper, for it to blame, and he will have to be the first to make up-so," she said with & little toss of her head. Now I'm going into the city to do 8 few er- rands; then l vii come home, pack my suitcase, and go to mothers this afternoon
 On the seat in front of her in the car were two business men. and with out being really conscious of it at first she found herself listening to their conversation.
 Business is pretty close these days" said one
 That's a fact" replied the other. Tt is about all any of us can do to keep going. I fancy Morgan is having hard work to keep from going under. He is 8 fine man and he was worked hard. ] hope he will pull through all right, but l thought yesterday he was looking dreadfully worn and anxious" Y"
 "G-h!" exclaimed Mrs. Morgan softly. and then bent down pretending to pick up something. To think that Robert was troubled and anxious and she did not know all about it. And she had not noticed his looking worn! He never complained, but now she thought of it he had seemed sober lately.
 T ought to have been more ob- serving and questioned him." she thought, accusingly. He said that paper was very important, and he should lose money if he could not find it, and 1 was cross and hateful Poor old Robert I'm just as 'shamed and sorry as I can be. and I'm going straight home to help him find it. I'd as soon put a blind mosquito hunting for anything as Robert. He just can't seem to see a thing when he is look ing for it.''
 an hour. so Mrs. Morgan did an er- rand and then passing a florist she stopped suddenly.
 I'm going to get some roses to take to Robert; he is so fond of them, and they are the first flowers he gave me"
 Meanwhile MT. Morgan had gone down town to his office, written his letters and attended to a few busi- ness matters. Just as he was about to start for the postoffice he chanced to put his hand in his coat pocket and there was the missing paper!
 It all came to him like a flash. He had gone into the library last night to leave it on his desk, and just as be started to take it from his pocket he had cauShe sight Of somebody pass ing he wished to see. He had rushed to the door to hail him, and that was the last he had thought of the paper.
 She said that l should probably find it just where I left it. and l have ] was a mean old chump to speak to her as I did, and I expect the only thing for me to do is to tell her so the quicker the better. We'll as Tony Pumpkins would say, 1 don't mind other peoples having to apol- ogize, but I can't abide doing it my self. However, it is my own fault-se here goes, Oh. I'll take her some roses-perhaps they will remind hel of the first flowers I took her; bless her heart!"
 So it came to pass that as Mrs Morgan got off the car MT. Morgan was coming up the street, and eacI 1 held out a bunch of roses! "Oh. Robert!' cried Mrs. Morgan you ought not to have got those beautiful roses for me when business is so bad, and you lose more if we 1 cannot find that paper Paper be hanged!" he replied. e was a chump, butt couldn't live without sweetheart. I simply could 1 mt
 ''Nor I without you, Robert. so we shall just have to make the best o1 each other-won't we?" replied Mrs 1 Morgan with a happy little laugh Sunday Republican.