The Russellville Democrat., 1889-08-01
the table. he proceeded to make his toilet

Mrs. Widgeon.
 What Mrs Widgeon, sir?n
 T do not know. This lady lives in a large house near the station, I am told"
 There never was but one Mrs. Widgeon in Short Hills that l ever heard of, sir. That was old Wilder Widgeon, who's been dead nigh on to ten year There's her house, sure enough, that big one just beyond the bend in the road. Her married daugh- ter lives there now. There's nobody else of that name here, unless it's some of the summer boarders, and it's bit early for them"
 That's queer," murmurcd the little man "Well. that must be the house. Thanks" said he starting of down the road.
 Ten minutes later lady. heavily vailed, emerged from the gloom at the other end of the platform and ap- preached the same old man.
 Can you direct me to the residence of Mrs, Widgeon?" she asked. in a mysterious voice.
 What, another oneP' chrckled the old station master. The widder seems to be in demand tonight
 Do you know, or do you not?" asked the lady, sharply.
 Well, ma'am. reckon l know as we'll as any body else around these parts. Many a days work I've done for the Widder Widgeon.n
 1t is large house near the station, is it not? Which way am 1 to go?A-
 'Yes-yes. that's just what the gent said. bat you'll find the party as you're q lookin' for in a very small house now. not more'n six by two, in the cemetry just back of the church you- der"
 .In the cemetery-at this hour! Is-- is any one with her?"
 Yes, ma'a am, the old man is right alongside. They agree much better there than they did in the flesh, when they lived in the big house.
 The man is intoxicated" she mur- mQred. No, Hiram has discovered the loss of the note, and, thinking he may be followed, has bribed this old scoundrel to throw me off the track. /"
 Il will find the place for myself" she said aloud, and walked rapidly down the road.
 Good luck to you. ma'am," the old fellow called after her.
 "Perfdious monster" said Mrs. Cad wallader to herself 'It was all I could do to restrain myself from de- nouncing him on the train. How smil- ing and snug he lookedl Little did he know who was so near him. To think of my having been so deceived in him all these yearsl I wonder who the creature is. Perhaps he is really mar ried to her, and I-oh. horrible! This must be tho place She entered the gate, and, hearing a step on the walk, concealed herself in the shrubbery.
 Her husband was there.
 The big house looked very dark to Mr, Cadwallader as he walked up the avenue of trees leading to it. He rang the bells several times before head protruded from an upper window and a female voice called Who's there?n
 ''Is this Mrs. Widgeon's house?n he asked
 "Yes-what dO VOu want?'
 "Is the lady at home?H
 Mrs. Widgeon is dead"
 "Ah! I beg pardon. Is-ah. Mrs. Brown in?"
 No, sir; she don't live here"
 "Is Mrs. Cadwallader here?n
 'Who?" --s
 Mrs. Cadwallader."
 q don't know her"
 MT Cadwallader was silent for a moment He was at loss what to say. The window closed with bang
 "Humph! that's cool Well. I've done all can. Henrietta will have to get home now the best way she can
 He passed down the walk.
 .Iwonder if ought to wait for her. he said aloud. ''Pshaw. no, I'll go back to the station and inquire if she had been seen. If can't lind out any thing here, I'll go back to Philadel- phia-"
 Hiram voice called softly.
 Eh- whats that?"
 A lady stepped out from the dark ness; her face was concealed by d heavy vail
 Oh, was so afraid you weren't coming" she said, in whisper.
 'Is that you, my dear? What are you doing out here-why aren't you in the house?"
 II was so afraid" F
 Afraid of what?"
 Afraid we might be followed. '
 Why who would follow us? Why do you speak in that voice, and what does that heavy vail mean? Has any thing happened?'
 "Oh, had a foolish fancy that you might have dropped my note, and that your-t that somebody might find it and discover us.
 Discover usp Has she gone crazy or have I?' Mr. Cadwallader mur- mured
 "Oh, Hiram, I have feared lately that you were growing cold toward me When can we have done witR these secret meetings and l be acknowl- edged publicly as your wife2'
 Mir Cadwallader was now thorough ly alarmed He thought his wife was out of her head, and that she had wan dered away from home in that condi- tion He took her hand, and, drawing her toward the gate, said soothingly: Come, my love, come with mo, and we will so home.
 Ami then you will not leaye me .anx- ,Y1ora 9"