Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-09-06
not leave vou."

mo, no; L shall not leave you.
"Will your other wife come there?'
"No, indeed; oh, no." said Mr. Cad
wallader, willing to reassure her by any
means
"You are not really married to her.
are you, Hiram?"
Certainly not" he replied, still draw
ing her along.
"She only thinks So"
"Yes, she only thinks SO" said the un-
happy man.
Suppose she should appear now,
said his companion, shrinking back.
Come along, dear, 1 shan't let any
one harm you"
but what would you do?" she per-
sisted.
I'D drive her away
"You would, would you," and with a
backward fling of the veil Mrs. Cad
wallader displayed her face, pale with
righteous indignation and drew herself
up to her full height. well, sir, here
she is
Henrietta, what does this mean?'
gasped her husband.
1t means, sir, she cried, chat an in.
jured wife has discovered your villainy,
that she has tracked you here and heard
your reputation of her from your own
lips. Now drive her away or strike he,
to the earth, you are quite capable OF
it,"
Henrietta, are you really mad, or
are you acting?' he asked angrily.
ooh, no doubt you will say am mad
possibly you might escape justice
through such henious charge did I not
hold the proof of your per6dy il the
paper written by the woman who calls
herself your wife. Bigamist!"
"Bigamist? Henrietta, will you stop
your raving long enough to tell me in
as few words as possible just what you
are talking about?"
She held up slip of paper to him.
EDO you recognize this? Don't try to
take it from me, or I shall cry for help"
How can tell what it is in this
sight, when you shake it under my nose
and then snatch it away? Tt looks like
the note you wrote yourself which
brought me down here on this FOOLS
errand."
Mrs. Cadwallader smiled with fine
sarcasm.
"Oh, wrote it myself, did I? 1t is
so very like my hand. Oh, how has
such clumsy deceiver contrived to
hide his true self from me during all
these years!"
Il confess the handwriting is better
than yours: coolly replied her hus.
band, who was now thoroughly angry
"but L am not aware Of any one who is
privileged to sign herself in that man
ner."
Monster! can you taunt me with my
handwriting at such time? Oh, what
a heart of stone you must have!"
Mrs. Cadwallader, noting the change
in her husbands mood, was about te
/ weep.
Henrietta, if, as you gently intimate
you did not write me to meet you here
some one shas beon playing practical
joke on us. 1t will not help matters fol
us to stand an bay at one another on
the highway of this respectable village
l am going to catch the next train back
to Philadelphia. advise you to come
with me-"
Mr.. Cadwallader felt that if she die
not comply he would walk off and
leave her standing there, which would
be most undignifed situation for her
will accompany you, sir, for the
sake of appearance, she said, "but
forbid you to speak to me-"
Mr.. Cadwallader obeyed her to the
letter. He lit a cigar, and Henrietts
walked by his side in dignifed silence
Arrived at the station he inquired wher
the next train left for Philadelphia.
"in three-quarters of an hour, sir,
, replied his friend OF the lantern. "Did
you find the wilder, sir, or ma'am?"
Without replying to the question the
) husband and wife entered the waiting
room. It was empty. How could Mr.
, Cadwallader stand three-quarters of an
: hour alone in the room with that sphinx.
like figure, who, he felt, was regarding
him with reproachful eyes from behind
her veil? If he only had newspaper
/; Stay, there was Cynthia's letter, which
he had put in his pocket, thinking he
might read it on the train. He could
consume fifteen minutes over that. He
moved over to the other side of the room
!, under lamp and took out the letter
Henrietta sat motionless as before
Then for while there was no sound
but the ticking of the clock and the
rustling of the paper as Mr.. Cadwallade1
turned the pages.
A whistle from her husband caused
Henrietta to start. He stood up and
came toward her. No, she would not