The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1889-08-30
CADWALLADER'S WIFE,
BY FRANCIS NJ. LIVINGSTON,

ractly built little man of 45 years, with
a round smooth face and merry twinkle
i'll his eye, he looked fully ten years
younger than he was.
els Mrs. Cadwallader OF home, Nan
nie?' he inquired of the trim maid-ser-
want in the hall.
mo, sir, she went out about 2
O'clock
care there any letters, Nannie"
"Ye', sir, in your room on the dresser,
sir"
"Thank you. Do you know where
Mrs. Cadwallader went?"
No, Sir"
He ran up stairs, whistling an air from
"Barbe Bleu," and took several letters
from the dresser. "Two for Mrs. c."
he soliloqaized: look like bills; here
are some wedding cards, Bonnie De
FORESTS I suppose, and here is a letter
from Cynthia. What important COM
munication, requiring 4 cents postage,
has she now to make, I wonder"
He opened the letter and ran rapidly
through the first Of the closely-written
sheets: prevented from writing lately
on account of lumbago-may go to the
White Mountains this summer-pocr
Mr.. Petite, IL rector, in trouble again
-u>ed incense Easter morning-some
busybody complained to the Bishop
have been thinking so much lately of
poor, dear Helen" (IIere Mr.. Cad
wallader slightly knit his browse. Il
a hardly believe that it is fifteen years
since-h'm-h'm-do you remember
that little sole leather trunk, of my
fathers which Helen had after she
married YOU? I came across it in the
attic yesterday, where it is stored witt,
many other relies of by-gone happy
days."
"Oh, I thought So" groaned Mr.. Cad.
wallader. "Why is she forever harpine
on these old relics of by-gone days
Why can't people let such things pass
away with by-gone days? BAIL"
He flung the letter impatiently from
him, and began walking up and down.
Miss Cynthia Odds was the sister of
the first Mrs. Cadwallader. Mr.. Cad
wallader was q model husband during
his first wife's lifetime, and when
she died he mourned her sincerely
for two years, and then consoled him.
self with q second wife. He never
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first Mrs. Cadwallader, and without the
slightest disrespect to her memory, he
never had taken the trouble to inquire.
He simply thought nothing of the mat
ter.
Mr.. Cadwal!ader 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 a
folded bit of paper lying on the dresser
caught his eye. He opened it and saw
a few lines written in pencil:
DEAREST HIRAM:
Il am not feeling quite well to-day; and
Mrs. Brown has persuaded me that Il little
trip into the country would do me good.
cllt IL SolIlr W tihc Illt WIFI utE 10 SlbFl
Hills for the day. She has an aunt, Mrs.
Widgnon. living there. and We will stay to
dinner Could you come for me this even
ing on the 8 o'clock train? With Il hundred
kisses. Your LOVING WIFE.
"P. S.-Mrs. Widgeon lives in IL large
house near the station. and Mrs. Brown says
anybody can direct you,"
"What does she mean by gallopirg
off to Jersey, I wonder, when the last
thing she said to me was not to forget
the Wheatleigh's reception tonight.
Not feeling wellY She was the pict,
ure of health this morning. And who
is MRS. Brown? There's something be-
hind those hundred kisses; she is not
ordinarily so lavish. Tn glad to see
she is paying some attention at last to
what l have said to her about her hand.
writing, and has dropped that mon.
strous angular scrawl. Yes, she is
evidently making an effort to please me.
I wonder what it is she wants. I'll
have to go of course" CMr. Cadwal.
lader stood a little bit in awe of his
handsome wife, "Tll just dress now
and go and dine at the club"
Leaving the note from his wife on the
-tnbfe he proceeded to make his toilet.
About 8 o'clock n snug little man, il
a dress suit and light overcoat, alighteG
at the station in Short Hills. He ap
preached an old man who stood on the
platform with q lantern, and asked tt
be directed to the house Of Mrs
Widgeon.
"What Mrs. Widgeon, sir%
II do not know. This lady lives in
large house near the station, I IN
told"
"There never was but one Mrs
Widgeon in Short Hills that I eve
heard Of, sir. That was old widde
Widgeon, whose's been dead nigh on t.
ten year. There's her house, sur
enough, that big one just beyond tn
bend in the road. Her married daugh
FER lives there now. There's nobod.
else of that name here, unless it's som
of the summer boarders, and it's q bi
airlY for them"
@That's queer" murmured the littl
man. well, that must be the house
Thanks" said he, starting off down tn
road.
Ten minutes later q lady, heavil.
yelled, emerged from the gloom at tn
other end Of the platform and OF
proached the same old man.
@Can you direct me to the residenc
Of Mrs. Widgeon?" she asked in o mys
FERROUS voice.
,What. another one2. .chuckled th