The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-12-18
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the evening. What had come over his
wifel Why did she cram those papers
into her desk as he entered her room I
Why, in fact, had sheacted SO strangely
of late in everything affecting that es-
critoire and why was she to-day so dis
traught and absent-minded as to forget
her customary salutation2 It was unac-
countable.
All at once his eyes fell on the twisted
bit of paper in hishand, and he unfolded
lit. 1t proved to be the blank side of a
note-sheet, such as his wife used to jot
down memoranda before entering them
into. her journal. Omit was the inscrip-
ton: s 7-E
''Mem-Edwrites merequesting inter
view at his Office, Saturday, 10th. He
wants proofs. Have answered, promising
compliance" ~
Mr.. Tapscott did not sink intoa chair;
he didnot utter astifed moan ;he did not
allow the paper to fall to the floor. He
simply looked sad, and said nothing.
What he said is neither here northere; 1
am sure the reader would not wishme to
accord it.
Then he read the words a second time.
"And who the dickens is Ed2" he de-
manded, directing the question partly to
his shaving glass and partly to vacancy.
''He wants proofs, does he2" By the
powers he shall have them! III give
him all the proof he wants of one fact,
that It's not safe to cultivate theacqraint-
ance Of Mrs. Cadwnllader Tapscott with
out the cogihzane and consentof herhus-
band"
He folded the paper carefully and put
it in his portmonliaie.
s'No wonder she's acted so odiy, car
rying this thing on under my very nosel''
Saturday, eh!" The very day of my
appointment. Well, this being, of pri-
mary Importance, the other can wait.
The first instinct in a married man, by
Jo9el is self preservation.
No sooner had her husband left the
apartment than Mrs. Tapscott burst into
tears. They were the first she had been
able to shed, and brought her world ot
relief: Suddenly she started up, bathed
her eyes in cold water, and hastened to
the floor below.
81 am wasting valuable time" she so
hloq1ized. a'sHe carries tablets in his
4 overceat Who knows but they may
contain the very information I want.
So saying she went to the hat-rack and
began rifing thepockets of Cadwallader'f
surtout. The tablets were soon forthcom-
ing, and under the head of Saturday was
THE inscription; s oJUl12G6
''Afternoon-Miss Isabel Whitney, q
Al Nareelin Place. s s. GUY II
;Ip Every lingering hopeaof her husbands
innocence now vanished; everyydoubt was
ldispelled.0 She=1nust face theldread re
:, ality and make the best of it,, m,
I Returning the tablets to their proper
pocket, Cynthia adjourned to the dining
room,and employed the ensuing interva
in giving orders to the servants aadlook
ing after the dinner. When husband
and wife next met both were as calm a.
usual, and the evening meal was taken
as though nothing had happened, or wa
about to happen, to destroy their do
nestle peace. If anything, they wer,
more twin-like than ever.
\ Thefolowing morning, whenAIr. Tap
|; scott entered the library, he beheld hi
wife engaged in reading. the advertise
| ment columns Of the Messenger. A
| soon as she saw him she made. some ex
cuse to lay the newspaper aside an,
leave the room. e His curiosity was nov
! on the alert, and he was fortified agains
any surprise after the deveIopements 0
t yesterday. He bit his lips when h
noticed that a certain item among tn
! Personals had been partially cut out
What did it mean?
EWil meet you as per yesterdays Mes
5 senger.-C. T."
C. 7. +Cynthia Tapscott! It was a
plain as day Tnf 1J4IT-l
: Nevertheless, to make assurance dout
ly sure, he senta servant to find a SUP
plimenf for the previous day. She re
turned with the mutilated copy, whic
d had been stuffed away with apiledf oil
D papers down stairs. - ---4
t SoMr. Tapscott indulged in anothe
: ejaculation very like theone Imentione
S little way back. -
= When the breakfast wasi over, and h
j, prepared to go out, his wife prospose
accompanying him. With a woman
e tact, she managed to direct their cours
j through Marcelin place, and past No. q
+ 1t was a handsome house-much hand
somer than the one she lived in-wit
brown stone facings and broad fight {
y steps On the'door plate WAS the nam
g whitney, 'n large prominent letters.
o ''This, them she pondered, sis tn
}, abode of the woman who has stolen m