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Eunice demurred not in the least when it was made known to her that she was to be Mrs. H. G. Volrees. At an opportune time the Hon. H. G. Volrees announced his willingness to accept a seat in the United States Senate and long before the time of the election party leaders vied with each other in declaring in his favor. When the success of his candidacy was assured he approached Mrs.
She used a cup which she had brought along and into which she had dropped a drug of some sort. Volrees drank the water suspecting nothing. As the day wore on he found himself growing very sleepy, but did not associate it with the water which he had taken.
H. G. Volrees sat in his law office with his chair tilted back, his chestnut brown hair much rumpled upon his large Daniel Webster looking head. Here was one of the most astute legal minds of the state and the real head of the Democratic party of the state. He was now forty-five years old and unmarried.
As he looked, a peculiar sensation passed over him. Perspiration broke out in beads and his veins stood out like whip cords. He clutched his chair tightly and cleared his throat. There sat beside Eunice her child, having all of Mr. Volrees' features.
"My wife took me to be one and left me," said the Negro in a tone of mock humility. Mr. Volrees looked up quickly to see whether he meant what he was saying or was making a thrust at him. The solemn face of the Negro was non-committal. "Now, what do you know?" asked Mr. Volrees gruffly. "I know where your wife is," said the Negro. "How do you know that she is my wife?"
His mystification and anger increased with the years, and he had kept a standing offer of a large reward for information leading to the discovery of his wife. He had vowed vengeance upon the author or authors of his ruin. "Come in," said he in a response to a knock on his door. A young Negro man walked in and Mr. Volrees turned around slowly to look at his caller. "This is Mr.
In the course of a few days the city of Almaville was shocked with the news that a Mrs. Johnson, wife of a leading Mississippi planter had been arrested and brought to Almaville on a charge of bigamy. The prosecutor in the case was the Hon. H. G. Volrees, who claimed that the alleged Mrs. Johnson was none other than Eunice Seabright, who had married him. Mrs.
The other witnesses, who, out of sympathy for H. G. Volrees had come to identify Eunice as his bride, seeing his collapse, did not feel inclined to take the prosecution of the case upon themselves and their testimony did not have the positiveness necessary to carry conviction. It was very evident that the state had not made out a case and an acquittal seemed assured.
Eunice perceived that the porter remembered her and she was glad of it, for it simplified the work before her. In order that they both might look directly out of a window Eunice insisted on taking a seat behind Mr. Volrees. Taking advantage of her position she wrote the following note. "MR. PORTER: Enclosed you will find a one hundred dollar note.
After thoroughly considering the situation, the porter succumbed to the temptation and concluded to stop the train according to Eunice's directions. Eunice read in the porter's eyes his acquiesence and her spirits rose high. She was all life and animation and the Hon. H. G. Volrees was regaling himself with thoughts of his home as the social center of the life of Washington.
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