Sacramento daily record-union., 1889-06-08
MR.. CADWALLADER'S WIVES.

NIL. AduWdllduCI S1lll up
the steps of his house il Washington
Square one afternoon in May. A COM
pactly-built little man of forty-fve years,
with a round, smooth face and a merry
twinkle in his eye, he looked fully ten
years younger than he was.
"Is Mrs. Cadwallader at home, Nan
ME ?" he inquired of the trim maid serv-
ant in the hall
"No, sir; she went out about O'Clock"
care there any letters, Mamie ?'
@' Yes, sir; in your room on the dresser,
sir"
"Thans yoa. DO you know where Mrs.
CadwaIlader went ~
"No, s.r'
He ran up stairs whistling an air from
g Barbe B.ra," and took up several letters
from the dresser. Two for Mrs. c" he
soliloquizaI, look ike bills; here are
some wedding cards, Bennie De Forests
! suppose, and here Is letter from Gym
thia. What important communication
requiring iour cents postage has she to
make now, | wonder:
He opened the letter aad ran rapidly
through the first OF the closely written sheets
-"prevenged from writing lately on account
of lumbago-may 90 to the White Mount
aims this summer-used incense Easter
morning-some busybodv complained to
the Bishop-haye been thinking so much
lately of poor, dear Helen" here Mr. Cad
walIader slightly knit his brows) u can
hardly believe that it Is fifteen years since
-h'm-h m-do you remember that sole
leather trunl, Of my fathers which Helen
had after she married YOU? | came across
it in the attic yesterday, where it IS stored
with many other relics OF oy-gone happy
davs-
"Oh, l thought So groaaed Mr. Cad
wallader "Nhy is She forever harping
on these oil relics Of by-gonc happy days
Why cant people let such things pass
away with the by-gone davs2 BAH
He flung the letter impatientlv from
him and began walking up and down
Miss Cynthia Oids was the sister of the
first Mrs Cadwallader. Mr. Cadwalader
was a model husband during his first wife's
lifetime, and when she died he mourned
her sincerely for two wears. and then con-
soled himself with a second wife He
never knew what became Of the effects of
the first Mrs, CadwalIader. and. without
the slightest disrespect to her memory, he
had never taken the trouble to inquire
He simply thought nothing about the
matter.
MIR. Cadwallader took up the letter
again and pat it in his pocket "The rest
Of this VIII keep for another time he
muttered. What's this p" as folded bit
of paper lying on the dresser caught his
eye He opened It and sax q few lines
written in genci.
Dearest Hiram I am MOI feeling quite well
to-day, ana Mrs Brown has persuaded me that
little trip iH5c the country would DO me good.
She IS going 10 take me with her 70 Short Hills
foI the DAY. 0oe mas an aunt, Mrs. WIGgeou,
living there, and we viii stay to dinner. Could
YOU come .ar me this evening on the eight
O'Clock t'aia With d hundred kisses
P. s.-gIrs Widceon live in a large FoUse
near the stal7u and Mrs. Brown says anybody
can direct you.
What does she mean by galIoping off
10 Jersey, ] wonder, when the last thing
she said 10 me was not 10 forget the
WheatIeigh's reception tonight Not
feeling well ? She was the picture of
health this morning. And who is Mrs
Brown? There's something behind those
hundred kisses she IS not ordinarily so
lavish. ! IN glad 10 see she is paving
SUM- dlltiilibI ~ HIST 70 W iSl 1 nave SdlO
to her about her handwriting, and has
dropped that monstrous angular scrawl
Yes, slls Is evidently making an effort to
please l wonder what it IS she wants.
I'll have to 20, of course" (AIr. Cad
wallader stood little bit in awe of his
handsome wife, "Ill lust dress now and
go and dine at the club"
Leaving the note from his wife on the
table, he proceeded to make his toilet
About nine o'clock snug little man in
dress suit and light overcoat alighted at
the station in Short Hills. He approached
an old man who stood on the platform with
lantern and asked to be directed to the
house of Mrs. Widgeon.
"What Mrs. Widgeon, sir ?'
g | do not know; this lady lives in large
house near the station, am told"
"There never was but one Mrs. Wild
geon in Short Hills that l ever heard of,
sir; that was the old Widder Widgeon,
who's been dead nigh onto ten year.
There's her house, sure enough that bic
one Just beyond the bend in the road; her
married daughter lives there now. There's
nobody else Of that name here. unless it's
some of the summer boardeTS, and its a bit
airly for them.
"That, gueer," murmUred the little
man. "Weli, that must be the house.
Thanks, said he, starting of down the
road.
Ten minutes later lady heavily yelled
emerged from the gloom at the other end
Of the platform and approached the same
old man.
Can YOU direct me TO the residence Of
Mrs Widgeou she asked, in mysteri-
Gus voice.
"What, another one?' chucIled the old
station-ma>yer. the wilder seems TO be in
demand tonight"
80 you snow or do You notg asked
the lady, sharply.
"Well, rla am. | reckon know as well
us anybody else around these parts. Many
days work I've done for the Widder
Widgeon.
1T is large house near the station, is
it not? Which way do l COZ
"YeS-yes, that's Just what the gent
said but yauli find the party as you're
a-lookin for in very small house now,
not more'9 six hy two, in the cemet'ry lust
back Of the church yonder'
"In the cemetery-at this hour? Is
anyone with her?'
Yes, maam, 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-
INJURED. No, Hiram has discovered the
loss Of the note and thinking he may be
followed, has oribed this old Scoundrel TO
throw me of 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 fel-
low called after her.
"Peridiou5 monster said Mrs. Cad
wallader To herself, it was all could do
to restrain myself from denouncing him on
the train. low smiIing and snnnr he