The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-09-28

as you're a lookin' for in a very small
house now, not more'n six by two,
in the cemetery just back oil the
church yonder."
'In the cemetery-att this hour! Is
lis any one with herr"
Eyes, ma am, 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. y
81 will find the place tor myself, y
she said aloud, and walked rapidly
down the road.
"Good luck to you, ma'am," the
old fellow called after her.
"Pertidious monster!" said Mrs.
CadwalIader to herself ut was all
l could do to restrain myselffrom de-
nouncing him on the train. How
smiling and odd he lookedl Little
did he know who was SO near to him.
To think of my having been deceived
in him all these years! wonder who
the creature is. Perhaps he is really
married to her, and Lob, horrible!
This must be the place." She enter
ed the gate and, hearing step on
the walk, concealed herself in the
shrubbery.
Her husband was there.
The big house looked very dark to
Mr.. Cadwallader as he walked up the
avenue of trees leading to it. He
rang the bell several times before a
head protruded from an upper win
dow and a female voice called, "Who's
there?"
us this Mrs. Widgeon's house?"
he asked.
"Yes-what do you want?"
"Is the lady at homer"
"Mrs. Widgeon is dead"
"Ah! | beg pardon. Is-ah, Mrs.
Brown in?'
"No, sir; she don't live here"
us Mrs. Cadwallader here?"
"Who?"
"Mrs. Cadwallader."
81 don't know her."
Mr.. Cadwallader was silent for a
moment. He was at a loss what to
say. The window closed with a
bang.
"Humph! that cool. Well, I've
done all can. Henrietta will have
to get home now the best way she
can"
He passed down the walk.
81 wonder if | ought to wait for
her," he said aloud. "Pshaw, no!
I'll go back to the station and in
quire if she has been seen. If / can't
find out anything here I'll go back
to Philadelphia"
"Hiram!' a voice called softly.
"Eh-what's that?"
A lady stepped out from the dark
ness; her face was concealed by a
heavy veil.
"Oh, l was so afraid you weren't
coming" she said in a whisper.
lis that you, my dear? what are
you doing out here-why aren't you
in the house?"
81 was SO afraid"
"!Afraid of what?"
afraid we might be followed"
"Why, who would follow us? why
do you speak in that voice, and what
does that heavy veil mean? Has
anything happened?"
80, had a foolish fancy that you
might have Dropped my note, and
that your-that somebody might
find it and discover u.s."
Discover us? Has she gone crazy
or have II" Mr.. Cadwallader muir
INJURED.
ooh, Hiram, have feared lately
that you were growing cold toward
me. When can we have done with
these secret meetings and | be ac-
knowledged publicly as your wife?'
Mr.. Cadwallader was now thor
ougly alarmed. He thought his wife
was out of her head and that she
had wandered away from home in
that condition. He took her hand.
and, drawing her toward the gate,
said soothingly; "Come. my love,
come with me, and we will go home. "
"And then you will not leave me
any more?"
"No, no; / shall not leave YOU"
"Will your other wife come there?'
"No, indeed; oh, No." said Mr..
Cadwallader, willing to reassure her
by any means.
"You are not really married to
her, are you, Hiram"
Certainly not" he replied, still
drawing her along.
"She only thinks so"
eyes, she only thinks so" said the
unhappy man.
Suppose she should appear here
now" said his companion, shrinking
back"
Come along, dear, ] shan't let
any one harm you" -
''But what would you dor" she
persisted.
I'D drive her away.
"You would would youl' and with
a backward fling of the veil Mrs.
Cadwallader displayed her face, pale
with righteous indignation, and drew
herself up to her full height. "Well,
sir, here she Isl"
"Henrietta, what does this mean?'
gasped her husband.
cit means, sir" she cried, 'that an
injured wife has discovered your
yillainy; that she has tracked you
here and heard your reputation OF
her from your own lips. Now drive
her away or strike her to the earth
you are quite capable of It'll"
Henrietta, are you really mad or
are you acting?" he asked angrily.
ooh, NO doubt you will say am
mad; possibly you might escape
Justice through such a heinous
charge did / not hold the proof OF
your perfidy in the paper written by
the woman who calls herself your
wife. Bigamistl"
"Bigamist? Henrietta. will you
stop your raving long enough to tell
me in as few words as possible just
what you are talking about?".