The Russellville Democrat., 1889-08-01

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.
 "Oh. no doubt you will say that l am mad; possibly you might escape justlce through such henious cterge did not hold the proof of your per dify in the paper written by the wom- an who calls herself your wife B.g- amistm
 "Bigamist? Henrietta, will you stop your raving long enough to tell me ina as few words as possible just what you are talking about?n
 She held up slip of paper to him. Do you recognize thisP Don't try to take it from me, or l shall cry for help.
 How can tell what it is in this light when you shake it under my nose and then snatch it awayp It looks like the note you wrote yourself which brought me down here on this fools errand" "
 Mrs. cadwallader smiled with fins sarcasm.
 "Oh, wrote 1t myself, did I? It Is so very like my hand. Oh. how has such clumsy deceiver contrived to hide his true sell from ma during all these yearsm
 ''I confess the handwriting Is better than yours," cooily replied her bus band, who was now thoroughly angry; but am not aware of any one else who is privileged to sign herself in that manner"
 Monster! can you tGunt me with my handwriting at such time? Qb. what heart of stone you must have"
 Mrs. Cadwallader. noting the change in her husbands mood, was about to weep.
 Henrietta, r as you gently inti- mate, you dio write me to meet you here, some 1as been playing 8 practical joke on Us. It will not help matters for us to stand at bay at one another on the highway of this re- spectacle village, l am going to catch the next train back to Philadel- phia l advise you to come with me. "
 Mrs Cadwallader felt that II sha did not comply he would walk of ard leave her standing there, which would be most undignified situation for her.
 "I will accompany you, sir, for the sake of appearances" she said, but l forbid you to speak to me-
 Mr Cadwallader obeyed her to the letter He lit cigar, and Henrietta walked ey his side in dignified silence. Arrived at the station he inquired when the next train left for Phila- delphia.
 ''In three-quarters of an hour, sir. :" replied his friend of the lantern. Ibid you find the widder, sir. or ma'am?n
 Without replying to the question the husband and wife entered the waiting room. It was empty. How could Mir. Cadwallader stand three quarters Of an hour alone in the room with that sphinx-lil1e figure, who. he felt, was regarding him with reproachful eyes from behind her vail? If be only had newspaper Stay, there was Cyn- thias 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 Henri etta sat motionIess as before. Then for awhile there was no sound but the ticking of the clock and the rustling of the paper Us Mir. 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 a dry tone, ''I think that never before during the eight years of our marriage have 1 had occasion to remind you that you had a predecessor. Though there is nothing to regret in this fact, it is, l think, deeply to be deplored that a sister of my first wife still survives Win you kindly glance ever this page of letter I received from Cynthia this afternoon which l have read for the first time this moment?"
 Henrietta thought to herself: 'I shall pay no attention to him" Then she took up the letter. Mir. Cadwal- lader had opened it 80 that the passage about the little sole leather trunk was uppermost Henrietta read;
 While looking over some sacred mementoes which had long been cherished there I found this note from dear Helen to you which I thought you ought 10 have, l well remember the tlay when she and Annie Brown went down to Short Hlls. IL was Inc vo>y day ola NIT. Widgeon had his stroke Of apoplexy, coming so sadly sudden as t did. The two girls were there at the time and Helen returned alone shortly after, and l remember hearing her tell how Mrs. Widseon carried on
 Why, Hiram, then this note was from
 ''Yes, this is the note Helen wrote me at the time. though don't remem- Der q.word about 1t It must have dropped out of Cynthias letter.
 And to think of the base suspicious l harbored Hiram, l can never for give Cynthia Olds for this. l believe she did it on purpose. l can't tell you how l suffered since l 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 epithets to your husband as bigam-"
 Hush, hnshr she said, soothingly. laying her hand on his lips. "Oh, Hiram. forgive mo! If were sure that nobody was looking, Td-"- Francis NJ Livingston, in The Epoch.
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