The Springdale news., 1889-08-09
HIRAM'S TWO WIVES.
A Case in Which a Look Should
 Have Preceded the Leap.

Mir Hiram Cadwallader ran lightly up tho steps of his house in Washing ton Square one afternoon in May. A compactly built little man of forty-five years. with round. smooth face and merry twinkle in his eve, he looked fully ten years younger than lie was.
 ''Is Mrs. Cadwallader at home, Nan nie?" he inquired of the trim maid servant in the hall.
 No, sir; she went out about two o'clock
 Are there any letters. Nannio?"
 "Ycs, sir, in your room on the dresser, sir
 Thank you. Do you know where Mrs Cadwalladcr wcnt?o
 "No. sir"
 He ran upstairs, whistling an air from "Barbe Blou, and took up sew eral letters from the dresser. Two for Mrs G." he soliloquized; look like bills; here are some wedding cards, Bonnie De Forrests, suppose, and here is letter from Cynthia. What important communication, re- quiring four cents postage, has she now 10 make, l wonder
 He opened the letter, and ran rapid ly through the first of the closely written sheets: "Prcycnted from writing lately on account of lumbago may go to the White mount ains this summer-poor Mr. Pettio, rector, in trouble again-used incense Easter morning some busybody com plained to the Bishop-havc been thinking 50 much lately of poor, dear Helen" (IIero Mr. Cadwallader slightly knit his brows) II can hardly believe that it is fifteen years since h'm-h h'm-do you remember that little sole-lcather 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"
 "Oh, thought so," groanod Mir. Cadwalladcr. "Why is she forever harping on the old relics of by-gone days? Why cant people let such things pass away with the by-gono days? Bah!n
 He flung the letter impatiently from him, and began walking up and down.
 Miss Cynthia Olds was the sister of the first Mrs. CadWallader. Mr. Cad walladcr was a model husband during his first wle's lifetime, and when she died he mourncd her sincerely for two years, and then consoled himself with a second wife. He never knew what became of the effects of the first Mrs. Cadwallader, and, without the slightest disrcspect to her memory, he never had taken the trouble to inquire. He simply thought nothing about the matter.
 MT. Cadwallader took mp the letter again and put it in hls pocket. The rest of this will keep for another time, he muttered. Whats 'thisP" as folded bit of paper lying on the dresser caught his eye. He opened it and saw few lines written in pencil: DEAREST HIRAM:
 am not feeling quite well 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. Could you come for me this evening on the eight Q clock trainf With a hundred kisses.
 YOUR LOVING WIFE. P. S-Mrs widgeon lives in q large house near the station, and Mrs. Brown says any body can direct you.
 What does she mean by galloping of to Jersey, I wonder, when the last thing she said to me was not to forget the Wheatleighs' reception tonight Not feeling wellr 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. I'm glad to sec she is paying some atten- tion at last to what l have said to her about her handwriting, and has drop ped that monstrous angular scrawl. Yes, she is evidently making an effort to please me. 1 wonder what it is she wants. I'll have to go, of course ; (Mr. Cadwallader stood a little bit in awe of his handsome wife. 'I'll just dress now and 20 and dine at the club.
 Leaving the note from his wife on