The Springdale news., 1889-08-09

lainy, that she has tracked you here and heard your repudiation of her from your own lips. Now drive her away or strike her to the earth, you are quite capable of it.
 Henrietta, are you really mad, or are you acting?" he asked, angrily.
 "Oh, no doubt you will say that I am mad; possibly you might escape justice through such henious charge did l not hold the proof of your per dify in the paper written by tho wom- an who calls herself your wife. Big amistr'
 'Bigamist? Henrietta, will you stop your raNing long enopgn to tell me in as few words as possible just what you are talking about?n
 She held up slip of paper to him. Do you recognize this? Don't try to take it from me, or 1 shall cry for help.n
 How can tell what it is in this light, when you shake it under my nose and then snatch it away? It 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 F It is 50 very like my hand. On. how has such clumsy decciyer contrived to hide his true self from mo during all these years"'
 Il confess the handwriting is better than yours, coolly replied her hus- baud, who was now thoroughly angry; but am not aware of any one else who is privileged to sign herself in that manner"
 "Monster. can you taunt me with my handwriting at such d time? Oh, what heart of stone you must have."
 Mrs Cadwalladcr, noting tho change in her husbands mood, was about to weep.
 'Hcnrietta. if, as you gently inti- mate you did not write me to meet you here, some one has been playing d practical joke on us. l. will not help matters for us to stand at bay at one another on the highway Of this re- spcctablc village. l ann going to catch the next train back to Philadcl- phia. advise you to come with me. "
 Mrs Cadwallader felt that if sho did not comply h9 would walk off and leave her standing there, which would be most undignifed situation for her.
 Fl will accompany you, Sir, for tho sake of appearances, she said, but l forbid you to speak to mo"
 Mr. Cadwallader obcyed her to the letter. He lit a cigar, and Henrietta walked by his side in dignifed silence Arrived at the station he inquired when the next train left for Phila- delphia
 "In thrco-quartcrs Of an hour, sir Y replied his friend of the lantern. bid you find the widder sir, or ma'am?"
 Without replying to the question the husband and wife entered the waiting room It was empty How could Alr. Cadwalladcr stand three quarters of an hour alone in the room with that sphinX-like figure, who he felt, was regarding him with rcproachful eyes from behind her vail? If he only had a newspaper Stay, there was Cyn- thia'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 tho room under d lamp and took out the letter. Henri etta Sat motionlcos as before. Then for awhile there was no sound but the ticking of tho clock and the rustling of the paper as Mr. Cadwalladcr turned the pages.
 A whistle from her husband caused Henrietta to start IIo stood up and came toward her. No, She would not speak 10 him.
 My dear, he said, in a dry tone, 'I think that never before during tho eight years of our marriage have had occasion to remind you that you had a predecessor. Though there is nothing to regret in this fact, if is, l think, deeply to be dcplorcd that a sister of my first wife still survives. Will you kindly glance over this page of a letter I received from Cynthia this afternoon which l have read for the first time this mOmcnt?'
 Henrietta thought to herself: "I shall pay no attention 10 him." Then she took up the letter. Mr. CadwaI- lader had opened it so that the passage about the little sole leather trunk was uppermost Henrietta read:
 While looking over some sacred mcmcntoes which had long been cherished there 1 found this note from dear Helen to you which thought you ought to have. well remember the day when she and Anne Brown went down to Short Hills N was the very day old MT. Widgcon had his stroke of apopIexy, coming so sadly sudden as 1t did. The two girls were there at the time and Helen returned alone shortly after, and l remcmberhcaring her tell how Mrs. Widgcon carried on
 "Why Hiram, then this note was from
 Hes, this is the note Helen wrote me at the time, though l don't remcm- bcr word about it. It must have dropped out of Cynthia's letter"
 And to think of the base suspicious harborcd. Hiram, l can never for give Cynthia Olds for this. l believe she did it on purpose. l can't tell you how l suffered since l found that letter on your table
 Don't wrong poor Cynthia my dear, I'm sure you must have been very much upset to apply such epithets to your husband as bigam-"
 Hush, hush!' she said, soothingly, laying her hand on his lips. "Oh. Hiram, forgive me! If I were sure that nobody was looking, Td-"- Francis M Livingston, in The Epoch.
 Decidedly Platonic Partnerships.
 It may be interesting to know that very platOnic DartnerShiDs are formed