Norwich bulletin., 1914-06-24

All the way up on the train Satur-s day afternoon CrompteA's thoughts had been closely faetened on the. speech he intended makipg that sssns : been hastily cafed. but as he walked, through the station in Milwaukee he began to feel vaguely that there was something wrong He tried to remem- had forgotten. hut he recalled perfect ly placing all the needed documents Tn the travelling bag he always kept In readiness at his office for unexpected trips.
 He knew he had forgotten something It was extremely uncomfortable. this haunting feeling of incomRtetehess. As he stood at the station door tryin& to compel his memory to serve him. sciously noted the RoEnan stripes be-. meath her silk tanfc. Somehow those dulled primary colors looked strahSe. ly familiar and pleasant He asked himself what the association could be.
 Anita's skirt. of courset Her traveling suit had been trimmed with Roman stripes
 Great Caesars ghost. Anlta. face and left him white and trembling. He knew now what he had forgotten He had forgotten that he was mar ried.
 That was what came of being . bachelor up to 40. He jumped into a taxicab and ordered the ehauHeur 10 drive him to his hotel as fast as the he called Chicago on the long dis- tance. But his home phone was eusy l-terrible exasperatinb!
 He pictured Anita's distress and left directions with the operator nor to cease trying until the connection was secured. His dinner almost choked choked him. The last time he had dined in this hotel was with Anita, less than two months before, when they had come around by Milwaukee on their way home. from the Pacific coast with the whimsical idea or pro- l longing their honeymoon another day. And now he was here alone ana up | to a half hour ago he had been crim- 1 inahy .forgetful of her.
 l He wondered what the poor child was doing in the anxiety he knew she must be suffering and he pushed away his food and rushed to the telephone only to find that the operator was still unsuccessful.
 We've got your number, sir" the I operator sympathetieally explained. ! but there's no answer. Nobody hame. l guess"
 l Crompton turned away helplessly. as it couldn't be delivered until alter | the meeting, when he would call up again, and besides it might frighten Anita to have messenger boy coming l in the middle of the night It would 1 be much better to telephone. | He wondered where she could be. | Probably out consulting some of the neighhors. or maybe reporting his I disappearance to the police Poor
 child, she had no family to go to- He
 l was sorry now that she didn't know the names and addresses of any of the
 people in his office. It was a mistake
 1 to keep his home and business so en-
 tirely separate.
 1 He was sickeningiy disappointed not
 i to get an answer when, after the
 1 meeting, he tried from II o'clock to 12
 l to call his apartment He endeavored
 Ito persuade himself that Anita,
 did not hear the phone. He looked
 up the time table and found that there
 was a fast train leaving for Chicago
 | at 5 a. m. He left o'clock cali in
 1 the office and lay down for a short
 night of troubled tossing.
 It was a few minutes before the
 1 next morning when Crompton dis
 missed his taxi in front of the apart | ment house, and ran upstairs to his
 own door. He punched the button
 for a warning to Anita, who he fear
 ed might be too much startled if he
 appeared suddenly. There was no
 answer to his ring. so he slipped his
 key into the lock and let himself in.
 There was no sound in the nat The