Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1889-07-31

avenue OF trees leading to 1t. lie rang
the bell several times before head
protruded from an upper window and q
female voice called, "Who's there?"
asked.
''Yes-what do you want?"
SIS the lady at home ?'
s'Mrs. Widgeon is dead"
''Ah / beg pardon. Is-ah, Mrs.
Brown in?'
"No, sir; she don't live here"
SIS Mrs. Cadwallader here ?"
"Who?"
''Mrs. Cadwallader."
81 don't know her."
Mr. Cadwallader was silent for mo-
ment. 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 bestshe can"
He passed down the walk.
81 wonder if ought to wait for her."
he said aloud "Pshaw, no! I'll get
back to the station and inquire if she
has been seen. II [ can't find out any
thing here, I'll 60 back to Philadel-
phia."
Hiram !" voice called softly.
"Eh-what's that?"
A lady stepped out from the dark ness;
her face was concealed by heavy veil.
ooh, | was so afraid you weren't COM
ing" she said in whisper.
SIS that you, my dear? what are YOU
doing out here-why aren't you in the
house,"
Il was so afraid"
Afraid of what?"
"Afraid we might be followed"
''Why, who would follow US? why do
W L in fhof unioo anA uhof d00C
that heavy veil mean? Has anything
happened %
'Oh, had foolish fancy that you
might have dropped my note, and that
your-that somebody might find it and
discover us"
Discover us? Has she gone crazy or
have / ," Mr.. Cadwaliader murmured.
ooh Hiram, have feared lately that
you were growing cold toward me.
" hen can we have done with these Sc
cret meetings and | be acknowledged
publicly as your wife ?''
Mr.. Cadwallader was now thoroughly
alarmed. He thought his wife was out
Of her head. and that she had wan
dered away from home in that condi-
ton. He took her hand, and, drawing
her toward the gate, said soothingly:
Come, my love, come with me, and we
will 90 home"
"And then you will not leave me any
more ?''
"No, no; shall not leave you.''
Twill 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
drawing her along.
''She only thinks so.''
Eyes, she only thinks So" said the
unhappy man.
Suppose she should appear now,"
said his companion, shrinking back.
Come along, dear. 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. Cadwal-
lader 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 p"
| gasped her husband.
1T means, SIR" she cried, 'sthat an
| injured wife has discovered your vii
| lainy, that she has tracked you here
and heard your reputation from her
| own lips. Now drive her away or strike
| ner to the earth, you are quite capable
| oft"
Henrietta, are you really mad, or
are you acting?' he asked angrilv.
| "Oh, no doubt, you will say I am
mad; possibly you might escape justice
| through such heinous charge did [ not
hold the proof OF your perfidy in the pa
1 NV hn ,D.o IL
| herself your vie. Bigamist ~
"Bigamist? Henrietta, will you stop
ravipg long enough to tell NE in as few
| talking about"
| She held up slip of paper to him.
"Do you recognize this? Don't try to
| take it from me or shall cry for help.
s'How can | tell what it is in this
light. when you shake it under my
nose and then snatch it away? 1t looks
| like the note you wrote yourself which
brought me down here on this tool's
| errand."
Mrs. Cadwallader smiled with fine
sarcasm.
ooh, wrote it myself, did {? It is
| SO very like my hand. Oh, how has
such q clumsy deceiver contrived to
hide his true sell from me all these
years?
81 confess the handwriting is better
than yours" coolly replied her hus-
band, who was now thoroughly angry
'sbut | am not aware Of anyone else 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 to
weep.
Henrietta, if, as you gently intimate,
you did not write me to meet you here,
some one has been playing a practical
| joke on us. 1t will not help matters for
us to stand at bay at one another on the
highway of this respectable village. |
am gong to catch the next train back