The Wahpeton times., 1889-08-08

tsr than !; yonrs. "a ni coolly ! ~ replied ", u
husband who was now thorourhly
angry. abut / am not aware of any
one else who is privileged to sign her.
self in that manner"
Monster! can you taunt me with
my handwriting at such o time? oh,
what a heart of stone you must
have!" Ea.
Mrs. Cadwallader. noting the
change in her husbands mood. was
about to weep.
Henrietta, if, as you gently inti-
mate, you did not write me to meet
you here, some one has been playing
q practical joke on us. 1t will not
help matters for US to stand at bay
at one another on the highway Of
this respectable village. I I'm going
to catch the next train back to Phii-
adelphia. Iadvise you to come with
me-" .-,. h, .sl. II
Mrs. Cadwallader felt that if she
did not comply he would walk off
and leave her standing there, which
would be a most undignifled situa-
tion for her. =
II will accompany you, sir, for the
sake OF appearances" she said, "hut
l forbid you to speak to me-"
Mr.. Cadwallader obeyed her to the
letter. He lit q cigar, and Henrietta
walked by his side in dignified silence.
Arrived at the station he INQUIRED
when the next train left for Philadel.
phia.
I'm three-quarters OF an hour, sir"
replied his friend of the lantern.
"Did you find the widder, sir, or
ma ann"
Without replying to the question
the husband and wife entered the
waiting-room. 1t was empty. How
could Mr.. Cadwallader stand three
quarters of an hour alone in the
room with that sphnix-like figure,
who. he felt, was regarding him with
reproachful eyes from behind her veil?
If he only had 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 lamp and took out
the letter. Henrietta sat motionless
as before. Then for 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.
"My dear," he said, in q dry tone,
II think that never before during the
eight years of our marriage have I
had occasion to remind you that
you had q predecessor. Though
there is nothing to regret in this
fact, it is think, deeply to be de-
plored that q sister of my first wife
still survives. Willyoukindly glance
over this page of a letter I received
from Cynthia this afternoon which |
have read for the first time this mo.
ment?"
Henrietta thought to herself: "t
shall pay no attention to him."
Then she took the letter. Mr.. Cad
wallader had opened it so that the
passage about the little sole leather
trunk wasupermost. Henrietta read:
"While looking over some sacred
mementoes which had long ben cher
| ished there / found this note from
dear Helen to you, which thought
you ought to have. I we'll remember
the day when she and Annie Brown
went down to Short Hills. It was
the very day old Mr.. Widgeon had
his stroke ofapoplexy, coming so sad
ly sudden as it did. The two girls
were there ut the time, and Helen re-
turned alone shortly after, and 1 re-
member hearing 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 1 don't re-
member a word about it. 1t must
have dropped out of Cynthia's let
ter"
"And to think of the base suspic-
ions I harbored! Hiram, can new
er forgive Cynthia Olds for this. I
believe she did it on purpose.
can't tell you how / suffered since I
found that letter on your table,"
Don't wrong poor Cynthia, my
dear. I'm sure you must have been
very much upset to apply such epi-
thets to your husband as bigam-''
'Hush, hush!" she said, soothingly,
laying her hand on his lips. ooh,
Hiram, forgive me! If 1 were sure
that nobody was looking, I'd
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