New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-07-31
Mr. CadWalIader's Wives,

Mr.. Cadwallader ran lightly up the
steps of his house in 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"
care sthere any letters, Nannie?"
eyes, sir; in your reom on the
dresser, SIR
s'Thank you. Do you know where
Mrs, Cadwallader went?"
ssNo, sir"
He ran upstairs Whistling an air
from 'sBarbe-Bleu,'' and took up
several letters from the dresser.
'sTwo for Mrs. Co. he soliloquized;
Cook like bills; here are some we'd
ding cards, Bonnie DE Forests I
suppose, and here is a letter from
Cynthia. What important commu-
nication requiring four cents postage
has she now to make, [ 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
ly knit his brows.) II can hardly be
leive tits ffteenyears since-h'm-do
you remember that little sole leath-
er trunk Of my fathers, which Helen
had after she married you? I came
across it in the:attic yesterday, where
it is stored with many other relics of
by-gone happy. days 2
ooh, I thought so,' groaned Mr.
Cadwallader. @sWhy 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 Odds was the sistersof
the first Mrs. Cadwallader was a
Notwithstanding hir first wife's
lifetime, and when she died he
mourned her sincerely for two years,
and then consaled 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 brouble to inquire. He
simply thought nothing about tie
matter.
Mr.. Cadwallader took up the letter
again and put it in his pocket. "Tke
rest OF this will keep for another
time" he muttered. whats this?''
as folded bit of paper lying on the
dresser caught his eye. He opened
it and saw fewlines written in pen
Gil:
DEAREST HIRAM:
II am not feeling aauite we'll to-day and
Mrs. Brown has persu AIDED me that little
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 kis ses,
1sYoUR LOVING WIFE,
'sP. S.-Mrs Widgeon lives in a large
house near the station, and Mrs, Brown says
anybody can direct you.
"Whatdoes she mean by galloping
off to Jersey, I wonder, when the
last thing she said to me was not to
forget the Wheatleighs' reception to-
night Not feeling well!' she was the
picture of health this morning. And
who is Mrs. Brown? There's some
thing behind those hundred kisses;
Eshe is not ordinarily so lavish. Pm
glad TO see she is paying some atten-
ton a55 last to what / have said to
her about her handwriting and has
dropped that monstrous angular
scra,sl. Yes, she is evidently making
an effort to please me. Iwonder what
tits siaeswants. I'll haNe,to go, Of
course" (Mr. CadwalIader stood a
little bit, in awe of his handsome
wife. cpl just dress now and go
and dine at the club
Leaving the note FROM his wife on
the tableA be proceeded to make his
toilet.
About 8 O'Clock a snug little man,
in a dress suit and light oyercoat,
alighted at the station In Short Hills.
He apBuoached an old man who