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On the day of his disappearance, he drew quite a large sum of money from his bank. No one can be found who saw him after he left the bank. Mr. Bellford was a man of singularly quiet and domestic tastes, and seemed to find his happiness in his home and profession.
But don't you think it about time, now, for you to introduce yourself?" "I am Robert Volney Doctor Volney. I have been your close friend for twenty years, and your physician for fifteen. I came with Mrs. Bellford to trace you as soon as we got the telegram. Try, Elwyn, old man try to remember!" "What's the use to try?" I asked, with a little frown. "You say you are a physician. Is aphasia curable?
She laughed softly, with a strange quality in the sound it was a laugh of happiness yes, and of content and of misery. I tried to look away from her. "You lie, Elwyn Bellford," she breathed, blissfully. "Oh, I know you lie!" I gazed dully into the ferns. "My name is Edward Pinkhammer," I said. "I came with the delegates to the Druggists' National Convention.
Since your disappearance, nearly two weeks ago, she has scarcely closed her eyes. We learned that you were in New York through a telegram sent by Isidore Newman, a traveling man from Denver. He said that he had met you in a hotel here, and that you did not recognize him." "I think I remember the occasion," I said. "The fellow called me 'Bellford, if I am not mistaken.
It is a pity," I went on, with an amused laugh, as the thought occurred to me, "that this Bellford and I could not be kept side by side upon the same shelf like tartrates of sodium and antimony for purposes of identification. In order to understand the allusion," I concluded airily, "it may be necessary for you to keep an eye on the proceedings of the Druggists' National Convention."
But, suppose it had been Scheringhausen or Scroggins! I think I did very well with Pinkhammer." "Your name," said the other man, seriously, "is Elwyn C. Bellford. You are one of the first lawyers in Denver. You are suffering from an attack of aphasia, which has caused you to forget your identity.
"No," she said, smiling. "I was never sure of that." "What would you think," I said, a little anxiously, "if I were to tell you that my name is Edward Pinkhammer, from Cornopolis, Kansas?" "What would I think?" she repeated, with a merry glance. "Why, that you had not brought Mrs. Bellford to New York with you, of course. I do wish you had. I would have liked to see Marian."
"Bellford, old man," he said, cordially, "I'm glad to see you again. Of course we know everything is all right. I warned you, you know, that you were overdoing it. Now, you'll go back with us, and be yourself again in no time." I smiled ironically. "I have been 'Bellforded' so often," I said, "that it has lost its edge. Still, in the end, it may grow wearisome.
One afternoon as I entered my hotel a stout man with a big nose and a black mustache blocked my way in the corridor. When I would have passed around him, he greet me with offensive familiarity. "Hello, Bellford!" he cried, loudly. "What the deuce are you doing in New York? Didn't know anything could drag you away from that old book den of yours. Is Mrs.
You will not concede Pinkhammer; and I really cannot at all conceive of the the roses and other things." "Good-by, Mr. Bellford," she said, with her happy, sorrowful smile, as she stepped into her carriage. I attended the theatre that night.
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