The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1872-07-13
THE LETTl OF MY DEAD WIFE

MS WAS suette
The paper waresh and glossy, but il
wore the unmisteable signs of much fold.
ing and unfoldiD
How came my fe to write to other than
her husband in III endearing terms p
Could she have deved-
I caught myseliy the throat to choak
back the vile-thous word.
Could it possibly some old letter writ.
ten to myself in tn, days when we were
surrounded by eners to our true love,
which had by somemote chance fallen
into this PERSONS hap No!
could repeat, lilfor line, word for
word, her letter to from her first, a
simple futtering in\tion to dinner
party at her father'so the last fond
'Take care of yourse Freely, darling,
for the sake of your WAND baby writ
ten during Christmas elk, when 1 was
compelled to proceed to,rk to look after
my uncle's legacy.
Could be mistaken Inc writing? No!
The signature the sameThe same old
habit of leaving margin the left hand
of the page, as is the pr;ce of govern
ment officials.
The more I thought ovei the greater
my perplexity, the sterner resolve, cost
what it might, to unravel thd by thread
the mystery which surroundthe letter of
my dead wife, like unto shl.
With a painting, burninagerness
scrambled out of train at Carbury, for
1 was in an agony of pain, ANYTHING but
the intense pressure ofmy miu,uld have
enabled me to move.
Of the porter, who assisted no alight,
l asked
"Did you attend the mail frGondon
this morning."
eyes SIR"
"Did you see tall gentleman grew
suit, pointed moustaches, andellow
gloves?
a" I'm sure I cannot say, sir;'' thurn-
ing to brother official he shouted
81 say, Awkins, did you see tyen-
tleman, yellow gloves, lao up"
"The mail always wear yeller gs,"
responded the other. eyes l seeal,
gentleman a talk to the station-maste
Where is the station-master, L.
see him dirsctly?"
"This way, sir. Beg pardon, We
very lame; lean on me, SIR"
The station-master was absent, bl
person acting for him was seated enga
in writing.
"Did gentleman, wearing grey 81
yellow gloves, pointed moustache alig
here?" 1 asked.
eyes," without looking up.
"Did he 60 on tie train9"
eyes"
"Did he mention anything about 6
tleman falling from the carriage?'
"He did," then looking up-"1 |
your pardon, sir, are you the accident?'
81 am"
Pray be seated"
eyes, sir, he alignted, and gave those
pointing to my rug, umbrella, and ira,
ing case, which 1 had in the carriage W
me at the time of the occurrence.
"Did he give you no particulars?''
"He did," Here he referred to so
written memoranda, and read rapidly
"He said your manner was very stran
that you objected to his smoking, and W
very insolent. He said he was reading
letter-that you asked him for it-that y
made grab at it-that it fell out of
window-that you funded out after il
that he tried to prevent you, and that
considers you insane.
"What is the gentleman's name?"
81 do not know, SIR"
lost all patience.
"And how in the name of heaven CO,
you allow him to go without ascertain
his name? You shall be held accounta
for this gross stupidity and neglect of du
by heavens you SHALL"
So brutally was I, that I have since ST.
ped at Canterbury to apologize.
"Be that as it may, he dashed out of
office to jump into the train
"Then he went on?"
Yes, SIR"
"Can you tell me where he was goi
to-"
81 cannot. Perhaps the examiner
tickets might"
"Can sec him?"
"You can"
The functionary in question having be
summoned and int errogated-
"He did remember the party, who ga
ed his carriage as he was locking
door. He examined his ticket while t
train was moving. 1t was through
to Paris"
This was clue at all events. l shor
only be few hours behind him, and, L
less he was on some mission of life a
death, the chances were in favor of