Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1889-08-01
and then you will not leave me

nay AA@hA1-
You are not really married to her.
are you. Hiram2n
Certainly not" he replied, still
drawing her along.
She only thinks so"
Yes. she only thinks So" said the
unhappy man.
Suppose she should appear here
now said his companion, shrinking
back.
"Come along. dear, I shaut let any
one harm YOU"
But what would you do?" she per-
sisted.
ID drive her away"
You would. would yOutr and with a
backward fling Of the vail Mrs. Cad
wallder displayed her face. pale with
righteous Indignation and drew her
self up to her full height We'll. sir.
here she IS
Henrietta. what does this mean7"
gasped her husband.
1T means. sir" she cried. THAT an
injured wife has discovered your vii
Amy. that she has tracked you here
nd heard your population OF her
Dom your lips. Now drive her
sway or strike her to the earth. you
are quite capable Of it,
Henrietta are you really mad. or
are you aeting'" he asked. angrily.
"Oh. no doubt you will shy that /
am mad; possibly you might escap
justice through such a henious charge
did not hold the proof Of your per-
dify in the paper written BY the wom-
an who calls herself your wife. Big
ami~tr'
"~Bigamist? Henrietta. will o
stop your raving long enough to tell
me in as few words as possible Just
what you are talking about?"
She held up a slip of paper to him.
do you recognize this? Don't try to
take il from me. or | shall cry for
help"
How car stell what it is in this
light. when you shake it under my
nose and then snatch it away? 1t
looks like the note you wrote yourself
which brought me down here on this
fools GRAND"
Mr.. Cadwallader smiled with fine
sarcasm.
oh. | wrote it myself. did I? It is
so very like my hand. Oh. how has
such n clumsy deceiver contrived to
hide his true self from me during all
these years.
Il confess the handwriting is better
than yours" cOoIly replied her hus-
band. who was now thoroughly angry:
but am moi aware of any one else
who Is privileged to sign herself in
that manner"
Monster, can you taunt me with
my handwriting at such a time? Oh.
what a heart of stone you must haver'
Mrs. Cadwallader. noting the change
in her husbands mood, was about -
weep.
Henrietta. IL. as you gently init
mate, you did not write me to meet
you here, some IA has been playing a
practical joke on us. It will not help
matters for Us 10 stand ut bay at one
another ON the highway of this re-
spectacle village | I'M going to
catch the mex train back TO Philadel-
phia- ! advise you To come with me-
Mrs. Cadwallnder felt that If she
did not comply he would walk OF and
leave her standing there. which would
be a most undignified situation for her.
Il will accompany you. sir. for the
sake Of Appearances she said. but /
forbid you to speak to me.
Mr. Cadwallader obeycd her to the
letter. He lit "a cigar. and Henrietta
walked by his side in dignificd silence.
Arrived at the station he inquired
when the next train left for Phila-
deIphia.
"ln three-quarters Of an hour. sir
replied his friend of the lantern. Did
you find the wilder. sir. or ma'am?"
Without replying to the question the
husband and wife entered the waiting
room 1t was empty. How could NIr.
Cadwallader stand three quarters of an
hour alone in the room with that
s~phinx-liSe figure. who. he felt, was
regarding him with reproachful eyes
from behind her vail2 IL he only had
n newspaper. Stay. there was Gym
thia's letter, which he had put in his
pocket thinking he might read it on
the train. He could consume fifteen
minutes over that. He moved over TO
the other side of the room under a
lamp and took out the letter. Henri
eta sat motionless as before. Then
for awhile there was no sound but the
ticking of the clock and the rustling of
the paper as Mr.. Cadwallader turned
the pages.
\ whistle from her husband caused
Henrietta to start. He stood up and
came toward her. No. she would o
speak TO him.
My dear" he said. in Il dry tone, Il
think that never before during the
eight years of Our marriage have I had
occasion to remind you that you had a
predecessor. Though there Is nothing
to regret in this fact. il Is. | think.
deeply to be depgOred hat a sister of
my first wife still survives Will you
kindly glance over this page of a letter
received from Cynthia this afternoon
which | have read for the first time
this mOment?n
Henrietta thought to herself: II
shall pay no attention 10 him. Then