The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-02-22
SQUIRE RICHARDS SECOND WIFE.

What1 No, you don't say soP
Squire Richards goin' to marry agin,
and his wife only dead three months !!
Good gracious me !
This is awful You may we'll be as
tonished, Mrs. Wilkes; it is terrible to
think of. Such deception ! Why, at
his wife's funeral, one would have
thought him actually heart broken and
then the Grape on his hat is half yard
deep!
All, me, Mrs. Hanson, there is no
dependence to be put on 'pearances.
The world gifts siDfuller and sinfuller
every day, and 1t can't be covered up
with silk or broadcIoth. As l said to
my husband, Mr.. Wilkes, the other
night, says 1, Simon, things are comm
to an awful pass Everybody will git
into the state prison in two years at
this rate. And says Simon, says he,
don't doubt it, Mariah
And you and Mr.. Wilkes were right,
perfectly right. 1t is just so and this
| dreadful conduct of the Squirrels has
made me more conscious O. the Truth
OF it. Strange that a sensible man
should behave so.
Yes; it is wonderful but how did it
git out so quick3 The Squire amt no
hand to tell things, you know.
Betty Higgins found it out last night.
She was taking tea with the Widder
Towns you know she's almost always
avisitlng somewhere, though l wouldn't
mention it to a livin' person except
you, Mrs. Wilkes and while they were
at supper, the Squire rode by in new
buggy, goin' toward the depot. People
don't git new buggi2s for nuthin', you
know.
No, that they don't, Mrs. Hanson,
widderers especially.
Well, he wasn't gone more than half
an hour before back he came drivin'
upon the gallop he didn't use to abuse
his horse when poor Mrs. Richards was
alive, and, 10, and behold sittin' in the
new buggy with him, his arm actually
round her waist in broad daylight, was
a little glrlish-looking woman in pink
dress and green silk bonnet and his
arm round her 1t is abominable
My gracious Goodness I want
to know!
Yes, it's every word OF it as true as
our minister's discourses, and Mr..
Sampwell never exsggerates he's
fine man, Mrs. Wilkes. And the widder
Towne and Betty run IN the garrett
they can see Squire Richards house
plain from the widder's garret wlnders
and the Squire drove up to the front
door, as if the side door wasn't good
enough, and then he got out of the
buggy aud lifted the woman on to the
door stone Took her right into his
arms in broad daylight, and lifted her
on to the door stone
My goodness as If she couldn't git
out herself! It's indecent; now amt
it2
To be sure it is and he a middle
aged man, and member of the church
MIR. Sampwell ought to know of it, so
that he could preach a sermon on the
duties of men to their families. Only
think of poor, dear, dead Mrs. Rich
ards little daughter, Elmetta, bein'
ruled by step mother hardly older
than herself. 1t will break the poor
child's heart
Wal, recommended Mrs. Wilkes, l
think sich doin's are awful. Gettin'
married agin afore his wife is cold
Now, 'spose that's no excuse, for my
Mary Elizabeth or Julia Ann would
have been glad to have gone. Mary
Elizabeth is great favorte with little
Elmetta, and Mary Elizabeth is grand
hand at managing children.
Yes, Mary Elizabeth is fine. girl,
Mrs. Wilkes, but her health isn't hardly
good enough to take so much care as
there would be in Squire Richards
family with all his company, but then
| Julia Ann is a remarkable hand for
children; can't help learning them
something all the time she is with them.
Her example Is so beautiful, you know.
Wal, for my part, l think somebody
ought to 20 and talk to the Squire
about 1t. 1t isn't right for us-sisters
in the church-to let him 20 and ruin
himself and darter marrying nobody
knows who. He ought to be reasoned
with.
That's just what | thirk, Mrs. Wilkes,
and | called over here on purpose to
ask you to 60 with me to the Squire's
tomorrow morning and talk with him
about it. It's the best thing we can do.
III be glad to. l hope I'm never
backward In doing my duty.
Well, must be going; I've made a
long call ; tomorrow morning at eight
O'Clock. It's best to go early. I'll
call over for you. Do come and see
me, Mrs. Wilkes You know its an
age since you have been to our house,.
Dear me, Mrs. Hanson, don't come
half as often as l want to, but I'm
ashamed to keep comm all the time.
As told my husband, Mr.. Wilkes, the
other day, says l, Simon, I'm actilly
afraid | shall wear my welcome out
over to Mrs. Hansons. And says he,
says Simon, l shouldn't wonder If you
did, Mariah
Eight O'Clock the following morning
found our friends, Mrs. Wilkes and
Mrs. Hanson, standing on Squire Rich
ards front doorstep (the side door was
not good enough for the lady in pink