The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1889-08-30

do to restrain myself from denouncing
him on the train. How smiling and
snug he looked! To think of my hay
ing been so deceived in him all these
years! I wonder who the creature
is. Perhaps he is really married to
her, and I-oh horrible! This must be
the place. She entered the gate, and,
hearing a 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 q head
protruded from an upper window and q
female voice called, "Who's there?"
"Is this Mrs. Widgeon's house?" he
asked.
"Yes-what do you want?"
"Is the lady at home?"
"NIrs. Widgeon is dead"
"Ah! I beg pardon. Is-ah, Mrs.
Brown in?'
."No, sir; she don't live here"
as Mrs. Cadwallader here?"
"Who?"
"Mrs. Cadwallader."
Il don't know her."
Mr.. Cadwallader was silent for a mo-
ment. He was at a loss what to say.
The window closed with Il bang.
"Humph! that's cool. Well, I've
done all I can. Henrietta will have to
get home now the best she can"
He passed down the walk.
81 wonder if I ought to wait for her."
he said aloud. "Pshaw, no! I'll go
back to the station and inquire if she has
been seen. II | can't find out anything
here, I'll go back to Philadelphia"
"Hiram!" y voice called softly.
"Eh-what's that?'
A lady stepped out from the darkness;
her face was concealed by n heavy veil.
ooh, I was SO afraid you weren't com
ing" she said in Il whisper.
"Is that you my dear? what are you
doing out herc-why aren't you in the
house,"
Il 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?"
"Oh, l 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 mu injured.
"Oh Hiram, I have feared lately that
you We're growing cold toward Inc.
When can we have done with these
secret meetings and I be acknowledged
publicly as your wife,"
Mr.. Cadwallader was now thoroughly
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; l shall not leave you"
"Will your other wife come there?"
"No, indeed; oh, no" said Mr.. Cad
wallader, willing TO reassure her by any
means.
"You are not really married to her,
IRE you, Hiram?"
Certainly not" he replied, still draw
ing her along.
"She only thinks So"
eyes, she only thinks So" said the I'M
happy man.
Suppose she should appear now,"
said his companion, shrinking back.
"Come along, dear, I shan't let any
one harm you"
"But what would you do% she per-
sisted.
I'D drive her away
"You would, would you," and with o
backward fling of the veil Mrs. Cad
wallader displayed her face, pale with
righteous Indignation and drew herself
up to her full height. well, sir, here
she is"
Henrietta, what does this mean?'
gasped her husband.
"It means, sir" she cried, "that an in
jured wife has discovered your villainy,
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."
"Henrietta, are you really mad, or
are you acting?" he asked angrily.
ooh, no doubt you will say I am mad;
possibly you might escape justice
through such a henious charge did I not
hold the proof Of your perfdy in the
paper written by the woman who calls
herself your wife. BigamistW
"Bigamist? Henrietta, will you stop
your raving long enough to tell mi in
as few words as possible just what you
are talking about?"
She held up q slip of paper to him.
"Do you recognize this? Don't try to
take it from me, Or I shall cry for help"
"How can I tell what it is in this
sight, when you shake it under my nose
and then snatch it away? It looks like
the note you wrote yourself which
brought me down here On this FOOLS
Grand"
Mrs. Cadwallader smiled with fine
sarcasm.