Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-09-06

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Widgeon.
"What Mrs. Widgeon, sir?"
Il do not know This lady lives in ;
large house near the station, 1 an
told.
| "There never was but one Mrs
kWidgeon in Short Hills that I evel
heard of, sir That was old widde1
i Midgeon, whose's been dead nigh on te
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
airlv for them"
That's queer, murmured the little
man. well that must be the house.
Thanks" said he, starting off down the
road
Ten minutes later lady, heavily
yelled, emerged from the gloom at the
other end of the platform and APP
|
Can you direct me to the residence
of Mrs. Widgeon?" she asked in mys-
FERROUS voice.
What, another one?" chuckled the
old station master. The widder seems
to be in demand tonight"
"Do you know, OF do you not?" asked
I tho lady, sharply.
well, ma'am, reckon I know as
well as 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 am to go?'
'Yes-yes, that's just what the gent
said, but you'll find the party as you're
a lookin' for in very small house now,
not more'n six by two in the cemetery
just back OF the church yonder"
''In the cemetery at this hour. Is
is any one with her?''
Eyes, 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 MUIR
INJURED.
"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
will f,,I {1,o ,,l,o, CO.., Scl, \.
said aloud and walked rapidly down the
road.
Good luck to you, ma'am," the ole
fellow called after her.
s'Pertidious monster" said Mrs. Cad
wallader to herself. "It was all I coulo
do to restrain myself from denouncine
him on the train. How smiling anc
snug he looked! To think of my hav
ing been so deceived in him all these
years! / wonder who the creature
is Perhaps he is really married to
her, and I-oh horrible! This must be
the place. She entered the gate, and
hearing step on the walk, conceale.
Her husband was there.
The big house looked very dark t.
Mr.. Oadwallader, as he walked up til,
avenue Of trees leading to it. He rang
the bell several times before heat
protruded from an upper window and
female voice called, "Who's there?"
SIS this Mrs. Widgeon's house?" b,
asked.
"Yes-what do you want?"
is the lady at home?"
"NIrs. Widgeon is dead"
"Ah! 1 beg pardon. Is-ah, Mrs
Brown in?'
mo, sir: she don't live here"
els Mrs Cadwallader here?"
-"Who?"
"Mrs. Cadwallader.
i don't know her."
MIR. Cadwallader was silent for me
ment. He was at loss what to say
The window closed with bang.
"Humph! that's cool. Well, I'v
done all can. Henrietta will have t
get home now the best she can"
He passed down the walk.
/ wonder if I ought to wait for her,
lie said aloud. "Pshaw, no! I'll g
back to the station and inquire if she ha
been seen. Ii l can't find out anythin
here, I'll go back to Philadelphia.
"Hiram!" voice called softly.
"Eh-what's that?"
A lady stepped out from the darkness
her face was concealed by heavy veil
ooh, I was so afraid you weren't com
ing" she said III whisper
els that you my Gear? what are yo
doing out here-why aren't you in til
house?"
Il was so afraid"
"Afraid of what?"
Afraid we might be followed"
"Why, who would follow us? why d
you speak in that voice, and what doe
that heavy veil mean? Has anvthins
halpened?"