The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1889-08-30
cADWALLADER's WIFE.
by FRANCIS M. LIVINGSTON.

BY FRANCIS NJ. LIVINGSTON.
Mr.. Hiram Cadwallader ran lightly
up the steps of his house in Washington
Square one afternoon in May. A COM
pactly built little man of 45 years, with
a round smooth face and merry twinkle
in his eye, he looked fully ten years
younger than he was.
els Mrs. Cadwallader at home, Nam
nie?" he inquired of the trim maid-ser-
want in the hall.
mo, sir, she went out about 9
O'clock"
'"Are there any letters, Nannie?"
Eyes, sir, in your room on the dresser,
SIR"
"Thank you. Do you know where
Mrs. Cadwallader went?"
mo, SIR"
He ran up stairs, whistling an mir from
"Barbe Bleu," and took several letters
from the dresser. "Two for Mrs. c."
he so~liloquized: "look like bills; here
are some wedding cards, Bonnie De
FORESTS I suppose, and here is a letter
from Cynthia. What important COM
munication, requiring 4 cents postage,
has she now to make, I WONDER"
He opened the letter and ran rapidly
through the first of the closely-written
sheets: prevented from writing lately
on account of lumbago-may go to the
White Mountains this summer-pocr
MI. Petite, our rector, in trouble again
used incense Easter morning-some
busybody complained to the Bishop
have been thinking so much lately of
poor, dear Helen" (Here Mr.. Cad
wallader slightly knit his browse. II
o hardly believe that it is fifteen years
since-h'm-h'm-do you remember
that little sole leather trunk of my
fathers which Helen had after she
married you? / came across it in the
attic yesterday, where it is stored with
many other relics of by-gone happy
days"
"Oll, I thought SO" groaned Mr.. Cad
wallader. why is she forever harping
on these old relics of by-gone days?
Why can't people let such things pass
away with by-gone days? BAH"
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
wallader was a model husband during
his first wife's lifetime, and when
she died he mourned her sincerely
for two years, and then consoled him.
self with q second wife. He never
knew what became of the effects of the
first Mrs. Cadwallader, and without the
slightest disrespect to her memory, he
never had taken the trouble to inquire.
He simply thought nothing of the mat
ter.
Mr.. Cadwal!ader took up the letter
again and put it in his pocket. "The
rest of this will keep for another time
he muttered. "What's tlis" as q
folded bit of paper lying on the dresser
caught his eye. He opened it aud saw
q few lines written in pencil:
"DEAREsT HIRAM:
Il nm not feeling quite well to-day; and
Mrs. Brown has persuaded me that u 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 ia
dinner. Could you come for mo this even
Ing on the y O'Clock train? With IL hundred
kisses. YoUR LOVING WIFE.
n. S.-Mrs. Widgcon lives in a large
house near the station. and Mrs. Brown says
anybody can direct you"
what does she by gallopi1g
off to Jersey, I wonder, when the last
thing she said to me was not to forget
the W~heatleigh's reception tonight.
Not feeling well?' She was the pict.
ure of health this morning. And who
is Mrs. Brown? There's something be.
hind those hundred kisses; she is moi
ordinarily SO lavish. I'm glad to see
she is paying some attention at last to
what / have said to her about her hand
writing, and has dropped that mon.
strous angular scrawl. Yes, she il
evidently making an effortt to please me
wonder what it is she wants. I'll
have to go Of course" (Mr. Cadwal
lader stood a little bit in awe of hi,
handsome wife, @Ill Just dress nov
and go and dine at the club"
Leaving the note from his wife on the
table he proceeded to make his toilet.
About 9 o'clock q snug little man, il
sdress suit and light overcoat, alightef
at the station in Short Hills. He ap
preached an old man who stood on the
platform with q lantern, and asked {.
be directed to the house Of Mrs
Widgeon.
aWhat Mrs. widgeon. sirq"
II do not know. This lady lives in
large house near the station, I an
told"
aThere never was but one Mra
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