The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-09-28
Mr. CadWalIader's Wives.

MI CdQWdlIdueI 5 WIVES.
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Mr.. Cadwallader ran lightly up the
steps of his house i'll Washington
square one afternoon in May. A
compactly-built little man OF forty
five years, with a round, smooth
face and merry twinkle in his eye, he
looked fully ten years younger than
he was.
"Is Mrs. Cadwallader at home,
Nannie?" he inquired of the trim
maid-servant in the hall.
"No, sir; she went out about 2
o'clock"
"Are there any letters, Nannie?"
eyes, sir; in your room on the
dresser, SIR
"Thank you. Do you know where
Mrs. Cadwallader went?'
''No, SIR"
He ran upstairs whistling an air
from "Barbe-Bleu," and took up
several letters from the dresser.
1.-TWO for Mrs. c." he soliloquized;
"look like bills; here are some we'd
ding cards, Bonnie De Forests I
suppose, and here is letter from
Cynthia. What important commu-
nication requiring four cents postage
has she now to make, l wonder"
He opened the letter and ran rap
idly through the first of the closely
written sheets: Prevented from
writing lately on account of lumba-
go-may go to the White mountains
this summer-poor Mr.. Pettito, our
rector, in trouble again-used incense
Easter morning-some busybody
complained to the bishop-have been
thinking so much lately ofpoor, dear
Helen" Here Mr.. Cadwallder slight
~ knit his brows. 81 can hardly be-
leive tits fifteenyears since-h'm-do
you remember that little sole leath-
er trunk 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
by-gone happy days"
"Oh, ] thought So" groaned Mr..
Cadwallader. "Why is she forever
harping on these old relics of by-gone
days? Bah!'
He flung the letter impatiently
from him and began walking up and
down.
Miss Cynthia Olds was the sister o
the first Mrs. Cadwallader wae
model husband during hir first wife's
lifetime, and when she died he
mourned her sincerely foE two years,
and then consoled himself with a sec
ond wife. He never knew what be-
came of the effects of the first Cad
wallader, and. without the slightest
disrespect to her memory, he never
had taken the trouble to inquire. He
simply thought nothing about the
matter.
Mr.. Cadwallader took up the letter
again and put it in his pocket. "The
rest OF this will keep for another
time" he muttered. "What's this?"
as folded bit of paper lying on the
dresser caught his eye. He opened
it and saw few lines written in pen
Gil:
DEAREST HIRAM:
II am not feeling quite well to-day and
Mrs. Brown has persuaded me that little
trip into the country would do me good. She
is going to take me with her to Short Hills
for the day. She has an aunt, Mrs Widgeon,
living there, and we will stay to dinner
Could you come for me this evening on the 8
O'Clock train? With a hundred kisses,
"YoUR LOVING WIFE"
Up. S-Mrs Widgeon lives in a large
house near the station, and Mrs, Brown says
anybody can direct you"
"Whatdoe she mean by galloping
off to Jersey, wonder, when the
last thing she said to me was not to
forget the Wheatleighs' reception to-
night. Not feeling wellp she was the
picture of health this morning. And.
who is Mrs. Brown? There's some
thing behind those hundred kisses;
she is not ordinarily SO lavish. Pm
glad to see she is paying some atten-
tion at last to what | have said to
her about her handwriting and has
dropped that monstrous angular
scraNl. Yes, she is evidently making
AN effort to please me. wonder what
it is she wants. I'll have to go, of
course" (Mr. Cadwallader stood
little bit in awe of his handsome
wife. 1'll just 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 9 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?"
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