Judge — August 11, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. that Hawes woman!’—but I'd got and couldn't stop. He’s seemed hard up ever since the Mon- mouth races, and [ suppose he must have lost for he’s been trying all | of ways to reduce exp uid one way is | to get me to go up to Berkville, TF now had | an opportunity to tell him that if he thought to get me up into the wilds of ng, z ke widows to Coney and and other places, and give them ‘swell dinners (I guessed at this, but as he didn’t deny it, I supposed T guessed rightly), he | could afford to pay our board wherever it suited my convenience to be. didn’t intend to go off and leave him to fol- low the devices of his own sweet will; if I did there was no knowing where he'd fetch up. | Of course he was raging internally, but i didn’t say anything, and banged out of the room. A while r. we were all in the parlor, and I was asked to sing. For once, I didn't ed, but seated myself at the no, and, without apparent effort, arran the folds of the lovely white surah-and-| dress I wore in as effective a manner as sible. I couldn't r “1 Oh, fair Dov » fond ing it with such marked emphasis that erybody must have known wl git all throv impr of the ladies w the corners of their who was talki Wet ets without discovering idence against the widow. torn in little pieces, that I stron was written by the artful hussy prove it. I tried my best to put the pieces together in, but it was we than a Chi- se puzzle, and [ finally gave it up in dis Thaven't fo out who it was he no, but [am morally certain him down to G one evening, Mrs. Hawes, a friend was down here for a few day fellow and two |: e of the ein the even ies iron hanged glances and d months, while Heraclit toa young lady when I be in the face, and, as soon ws the room. tette p: stead of comir them; but she at the elevated station, them no more 1. ‘d finished, left Mr. Glover came over and said r, Mrs. Pennyfeather; very elev= but [rather gave him the cold he was a little too frequently in the try’s car, when it fter which she Mr. Pennyfeather she was too well acquainted with to mistake his iden- tity. The ladies were unknown to her; but from her description of the one Heraclitus was so devoted to, it must have been the | widow, I consider Mrs. Hawes a mischief- maker and a gost p, but ['m glad I've found out this about Mr. Hera fully mad with hi chance to annihils evidence I had accumutsed against when he brought the subject up him asking me why I didn’t have a dress like the white China ¢ used to, wear, | She is a very dark brunette, indeed I should | not wonder if she had African blood in. her veins—she might be an octoroon, for all 1 | know—anyhow, she’s capable of being any- thing that is bad. Well, as Istarted to say, | I didn’t think the dress was either pretty or | becoming, and Mr. Glover said, when he saw her in it, that she looked like a “ huckle- i I knew the thing er, indeed, shoulde! If by | and I told him I wondered at his imperti- | nence, Lasked him how he dared tom tion the horrid creature’s name in the ence of his true lawful wife; : presumed he was well ward minx wore. As for the whit crepe, doubtless he passed the spent in the summer house together, the last evening she was here, in admiring it; but she ruined it coming back in the rain, T pre- sumed she wore another equally as charming the night she went with him to Coney Isl- and. "This took him so by surprise that I heard him say, under his breath, “* D—n First (To him Youse May Secon ness to your | Lwritea r —Futher sent me with this Besides, 1, was here, to suit me, and I’m growing tired of his platitudes. When I went up to bed, Heraclitus was already in the room, and he'd fortified him- self with champagne, for the approaching storm, I suppose. He commenced by saying I was the most unreasonable woman he ever knew or saw, and that [ had publicly insult- ed my own husband; that when matters ar- rived at such a point as this, it was time we came to an understanding. Then he added had a letter from Berk ville, er Lucinda was ill, and he sh up there even if he had to leave me behind that I could take my choi 1 do In’t go with him, the se rather startling, T must red_me when I thought of t going to let hin an excellent place for him, but [was afra he'd find it rather dull without widows, f horses or poker: if Lucinda was sick, | trust- ed I knew my duty, and should go to her; but if I told her of the eapers he'd been ¢ ting up all summer, [ didn’t think it would improve her physical condition much; that if after this he didn’t treat_ me with proper respect and consideration, I'd inform the whole Pennyfeather family, from one end of Berkville to the other, of his goings on, and with the baby own Toodledums, who seemed to be entire- ten by her father—to my own dear mother, who would re me with open arms, as he very well knew, He evidently began to think he'd little too fur, for he looked very une said: * Weil, Penelope, you needn't get 3 back up about it.” [told him to reserve his low expressions for his Con: 1 com. panion, if he pleased—I didi sto lis- ten tothem. 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