The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1855-04-02
The Way Ended.

A masquerade ball came off in Albany; on
Tuesday evening last. Among those pres
were Bob Il and Frank B., of
this city. Bob is marked gentleman, and
owns the fee simple of one of the prettiest
wives and babies in the metropolis. Frank
B-is a bachelor, slightly given to
champaign and Illicit calico-in other words
Frank is a roue, and as a matter of course. is
great favorite with the ladies; roues always
are. Bob left town under the plea that a
:.'sick uncle" was dying. and that his SER
vices were indeed TO REGULATE the will"
The ball, as we have already started, took
place. on Tuesday evening last. Among the
distinguished visitors who entered the room,
as the sixth cotliion was being danced, were
Bob and his friend Frank--the former dis.
guised as cardinal Woolsey," and the latter
as "brigand." Among the ladies present
was one whose beauty of contour, and deli
cately small ankles, produced an immediate
impression on the pair. She wore mask,
and personated some lady of Italian extrac.
ton.
That's killing foot, Bob, isn't it!"
at isn't anything else, and then what a
form-who the deuce can she BET"
"Can't say, but intend to dance with her
or perish In the attempt.
After the "sixth cotillon" was finished,
Frank crossed the room, drew pair of lem.
on colored kids, "dou5led up," and requested
the honor of dancing the next set with the
fair unknown. The fair unknown consented,
and in z lew moments afterwards the good.
looking brigand was doing a waltz in a man.
ner that indicated that what such dancing
lacked in grace it made up in hugging.
Having acquitted himself of his waltz,
Frank seated his fascinating partner, and
once more joined his friend Bob.
Charming creature, isn't she!-Waltzes
like an angel, and has all the bewitchingness
of Spanish coquette."
"She has evidently made an impression on
you, Frank-did you do the same"
81 rather think l did-engaged for ride
up the Troy road. as soon as the ball is over
If that is not an impression, don't know
what would be-by the way, how can find
out who she is!'
"Use stratagem-bet me fifty dollars, and
I'll ascertain that fact in twenty minutes"
an do it-now 60 ahead"
Bob did so, and in the course of few min.
utes returned.
swell, what luck, Bob-found out who
she is?"
"Can't say for certain; but think have.
While sitting by her side, drew her hand
kerchief from her pocket, and with it her
card case. There it is-open it on the sly,
and see if it contains what you are in search
Of"
| Bob did as he desired, and made dscov-
cry that rather astonished him.
"Who Co you think she is!''
"Could not even guess"
| "Read that and take knowledge"
"Mrs. Robert-! my wife! as am a
sinner. Get me a pistol-I'll murder you
and then take her life."
| The last seen OF Bob and his friend, they
were rushing down State street, the latter
about four feet in advance OF Cardinal VOL.
sey's stiletto. What became of Mrs
H., will be known when the mex
steamer arrives.
Horal-When you 60 to see a "sick un.
cle," take your wife along. Loneliness il
very suggestive, and leads to more impropri'
ETY. than Byron's poems.-[N Y. Dutch.
man.