The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1889-08-30

UAiSV 6u0 HIS VEaCk0U you uere anu ue8rO
your reputation of her from your W
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.
@Oh, no doubt you will say I am mad;
possibly you might escape justice
through such q henious charge did mot
hold the proof of your perfidy in the
paper written by the woman who calls
herself your wife. Bigamist!"
"Bigamist? Henrietta, will you stop
your raving long enough to tell me 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 tc
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? 1t looks like
the note you wrote yourself which
brought me down here OH this FOOLS
Grand"
Mrs. Cadwallader smiled with fine
sarcasm.
"Oh, Iwrote it myself, did I? It is
so very like my hand. Oh, how has
such q clumsy deceiver contrived to
hide his true self from me during all
these years!"
Il confess the handwriting is better
than yours" coolly replied her hus-
band, who was now thoroughly angry;
"but 1 am not aware of any one who is
privileged to sign herself in that man
ner."
Monster! can you taunt me with my
handwriting at such u time? Oh, what
a heart of stone you must have!"
Mrs. Cadwallader, noting the change
in her husbands mood, was about to
weep.
Henrietta, if, as you gently intimate,
you did not write me to meet you here,
some N has been playing o practical
joke on lis. 1t will not help matters for
us to stand nh bay ut n another on
the highway of this respectable village.
/ am going to catch the next train back
to Philadelphia. I advise you to come
with me-"
Mr.. Cadwallader felt that if she did
not comply he would walk off and
leave her standing there, which would
be a most undignified situation for her.
II will accompany you, sir, for the
sake of appearance" she said, "but !
forbid you to speak to me-"
MI. Cadwallader obeyed her to the
letter. He lit a cigar, and Henrietta
walked by his side in dignified silence.
Arrived at the station he inquired when
the next train left for Philadelphia.
"In three-quarters of an hour, SIR"
replied his friend of the lantern. "Did
you find the widder, sir, or ma'am?"
Without replying to the question the
husband and wife entered the waiting
room. It was empty. How could MI.
Cadwallader stand three-quarters of an
hour alone in the room with that sphinx
like figure, who, he felt, was regarding
him with %reproachful eyes from behind
her veil? If he only had a newspaper.
Stay, there was Cynthia'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 q lamp and took out the letter.
Henrietta sat motionless as before.
Then for q while there was no sound
but the ticking of the clock and the
rustling of the paper as Mr.. Cadwallader
turned the pages.
A whistle from her husband caused
Henrietta to start. He stood up and
came toward her. No, she would not
speak to him.
"AIy DEAR" he said, in a dry tone, II
think that never before during the eight
years of our marriage have 1 had occa-
sion to remind you that you had q pre-
decessor. Though there is nothing to
regret in this fact, it is, I think, deeply
to be deplored that a sister of my first
wife still survives. Will you kindly
glance e this page of a letter I re-
ceived from Cynthia this afternoon
which I have read for the first time this
moment?"
Henrietta thought to herself: 81
shall pay no attention to him." Then
she took the letter. Mr.. Cadwallade,
had opened it SO the passage about the
little sole-leather trunk was uppermost.
Henrietta read: while looking owe
some sacred mementoes which had long
been cherished there I found this note
from dear Helen to you which I thought
you ought to have. 1 we'll remember
the day when she and Annie Brown
went down to Short Hills. II was the
very day old Mr.. Widgeon had his
stroke of apoplexy, coming SO sadly
sudden as it did. The two girls were
there OF the time, and I remember hear
ing her tell how Mrs. Widgeon carried
on"
"Why, Hiram, then this note was
from"
eyes, this is the note Helen wrote
me at the time, though I don't remem-