The Wahpeton times., 1889-08-08
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NJ. Cadvpllader.ran lightly up the
steps ofzi,is house in Washington
square, one afternoon. in May. A
-compactly-built little mon OF forty
five years., with a round, smooth
face and merry twinkle in his eye, he
(. Looked fully ten years younger than
he was. 't'.'.'>
"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" ~ q ) t'''}
asArethere any letters, Nannie?"
.Yes, str; in your room on the
dresser, sir" -, i II
.'Thank you. Do you know where
Mrs. Cadwallader went?"
No, sir"
He ran upstairs whistling on air
from "Barbe- -Bleu," and took up
several letters from the dresser.
"Two for Mrs. c." he soliloquized;
"look like bills; here are some we'd
ding cards, Bsnn!e De Forests 1
suppose, and here is q letter from
Cynthia. What important commu-
nication requiring four centspostage
has she now to make, I 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
Iyknit his brows.) II can hardly be-
leive tits flfteenyears since-h'm-do
you remember thatlitt sole leath-
er trunk of my fathers, which Helen
had after she married you? l came
across it in the attic yesterday, where
it is stored with many other relics of
by-gone happy days"
"Oh, ] thoEght so," groaned Mr..
Cadwallader. "Why is she forever
harping on these old relics of by-gone
days? BAIL"
He flung the letter impatiently
from him and began walking up and
down, a.,
Miss Cynthia Olds was the sister
the. first Mrs. Cadwanader wae q
model husband during hir first wife's
lifetime, and when she died he
mourned her sincerely for two years,
and then consoled himself with q 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 itin his pocket. "The
rest of this will keep for another
time" he muttered. ssWhat's this?''
as a folded bit of paper lying on the
dresser caught his eye. He opened
it and saw q few lines written in pen
Gil: I5a
"DEAREsT HIRAM:
II am not feeling quite we'll 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.
o'clock train? With hundred kisses,
."YouR LovlNG WIFE,
"P. s.-Mrs. 'Widgeon. lives in a large
house near tho station, and Mrs, Brown says
anybody can direct you"
s.Whatd does she mean by galloping
of to Jersey, ] 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;
she is not ordinarily SO lavish. Pm
glad to see she is paying some atten.
tion at last to what I have said to
her about her: handwriting and has
dropped that m0nstrous angular
scraMl. Yes, she is evidently making
an effort to please me. Iwonder what
it is she wants. I'll have to go, of
course" ,(Mr. Cadwallader stood q
little bit in awe of his handsome
wife, "I'llj just dress now and 20
and dine ut the club"
Z Leaving the note from his wife on
the table he proceeded, to make his
toilet.
About 8 o'clock q snug little man,
in a dress suit and light overcoat,
alighted at thestation in Short Hills.
He approached an old man who
stood on the platform with a lantern
and asked to be directed to the
house of Mrs. Widgeon.
s..What Mrs. Widgeon, sir?'
/ II do not know. This lady lives in
q large house near the station, 1 am
told" q
"There never was but one Mrs.
&c.