New Britain herald., 1929-07-10

vator carried them from the third to the street floor of the City Hall. As the car descended. Nan drew on her new brown French kid gloves, the fingers of her right hand | trembling violently as they smoothed the leather over the third finger of her left hand. which was now loosely encircled by a narrow band of dull gold. .. When Morgan. in arranging de- tails of the marriage the day be- fore, had nervously brought up the subject of the wedding ring. Nan had settled the question swiftly: If you don't mind I'll wear my moth CTS. I know she would be glad" What she had really meant was. T know you'll be glad, you poor dar- ling, not to have to go through the agony of purchasing another. re- membering all the time your pride and joy when you bought a we'd ding ring for Iris"
 Iris-always Iris. Would they always be haunted. as they were today-their wedding day-by the ghost of the woman whom Nan still thought of as John Curtis Morgan's wife? If only he would say some thing anything, Of course this was no the time or place for him to draw her into his arms and murmur, My wifen' That, please God. would come later, but
 "A fine day." John Curtis Nor gan observed in an artifically cheerful voice as they stepped out into the brilliant September sum- shine. He took her arm, hugged it close against his side, as they de- scended the long flight of dirty white marble steps. T hope, Nan dear, that this flood of sunshine is d good omen for--the future.'
 He said "the future,' not "our future" But Nan lifted her head gallantly, smiled up at him bril- liantly, through a sudden mist of tears He musn't know she was hurt Hadn't she known that, things being as they were. every 
 it's hurts? And hadn't she elected to be hurt rather than not have him at allo
 Thank you, Mir. Morgan. T." she began.
 A corner of the broad mouth twitched and drew down in the quizzical smile she loved and watched for. Something drastics got to be done about this MT. Mor- gan nonsense" he told her with mock severity. while the fond light deepened and glowed in his black eyes.
 Nan laughed, shakily. How gal lantly he was trying to play up, She mustn't fail him now. You've been my boss so long it doesn't seem possible to call you-J ohm. I'd feel frightfully impertinent"
 Her huband chuckled and the familiar sound was rich with genu- inc amusement. Then we'll pre- tend I'm still your boss and that you'll be discharged without a rec ommendation if l catch you call ing me MT. Morgan again.
 If the ghost of a wife who was not dead had not been lowering over them, Nan would have retorted gaily: T promised to love, honor and obey, didn't F" As it was, she answered with exaggerated meek ness: Yes, sir-I mean, yes John"
 That's better. I can see you're going to be a-to be very docile," her new-made husband applauded.
 He can't bring himself to use the word" Mans heart walled for lornly. but she was grinning at him with her gamin-like cheerfulness, car now! It was & new one. Iris had never sat by his side on these taupe velvet cushions.
 Piled in the tonneau were their bags packed for the brief honey moon which Morgan had insisted upon. Curtis, now seven years old, was to be left in the motherly care of Maude O'Brien. The new school term had started on Monday. Little Pat and Curtis were still the clos est of friends, the younger child glorying in being bossed by the old CT one, apparently not at all dis turbed by the fact that his hero was only the cooks son.
 "Why, you're going to the office" Nan came to herself with a start, as the car turned down the familiar block on which the Sanderson Building was located.
 50 we are.' her husband agreed. smiling. "Plenty of time to catch our train. The-the ceremony didn't take long. did it? Less than half an hour altogether. Only II o'clock now"
 Wondering little and hotly en- barrassed at the prospect of fac