The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-09-15

Yes" was the reply. "Noble brav'
taken many scalpsT'
Great many, Squaw dance~
eyes"
And they took their places on the foo
for one of the quadriIles.
Thus an hour passed very pleasantly
he had to confess to himself, for his wife
If it were she-was unwontedly witty
vivacious and entertaining.
But all of a sudden the Turkish lady
deserted him, and joined a Roman senator
on the other side of the room.
She conversed with him in low tone
danced a set with him, and afterward ex
changed some private words in an ap
parently very confidential manner,
This fairly maddened Mr. Bashford
with jealousy.
He hoyered in her ncighborhood,
wa ked about with slow, measured tramp,
and gazed toward her reproachfully.
Finally he got a chance to speak to
her again.
"Squaw must not leave her brave" he
murmured.
But she only laughed tantalizingly.
"Shall we walk in the outer hall?' he
said. 'lt is hot and close in this
crowd"
She nodded in assent and took his arm
and they left the heated restless throng.
Now was Mr.. Bashford's time.
lie suddenly seized his companion
around the waist, thrust his hand under
her mask, and pressed it over her mouth,
and ran with her to a carriage.
scream and you will be murdered"
he muttered in her ear.
He then forced her into the carriage,
stepping in after her.
The driver slammed the door to, sprang
to his seat, and whipped the horses into a
run.
The Turkish lady was so thoroughly
frightened that little or no urging was
needed to keep her quiet.
Finally the driver gave a long cough.
This was signal to Mr.. Baslford that
they were approaching his house.
He had calculated that the devious
course they had taken would 50 bcwilder
his wife that her ideas OF locality would
be completely confused.
He wanted to impress her with the be-
lief that She was being carried to some
den Of unknown horrors.
''Here we are," he growled. "Not a
word from You, my beauty"
He rushed up stairs carrying his cap
tive under one arm.
Unlocking the door with his KEY, he
rushed with her into the house.
He had thrown cloak over her head,
that she might be deceived up to the last
moment.
lie now stood in the hall.
Shutting the outside door, he rushed
into the sitling-room.
A loud scream greeted his arrival.
The GAS was burning brightly, and in
the middle of the room stood, her arms
thrown up and her eyes protruding with
horror, his wife!
He halted in dire astonishment and
dismay; still retaining his hold on the
Turkish lady, who had tainted.
"Louise! he CAPPED.
But his wife only gave vent to pierre
ing shrek, and retreated to the further
most corner Of the room.
"Louise!" he calculated, appealingly,
"is that you"
"Oh you monster" screamed Louise.
"Who are you? What do YOU wantm
I'D MT you know me, Iouise?'
"Lcaye, you william! II you don't I'll
rouse the neighborhood! My husband will
be here in moment"
"Tut, tut! for Heavens sake don't
make any more noise. There's a terrible
mistake somewhere. / am Dio-your
husband. Don't you recognize my
voice?'
Mrs. Bashford was by no means a cow
ardly woman.
Consequently, not having lost her
senses, she did recognize her husbands
voice, and became somewhat reassured.
'What does this all mean, Dio?" she
said, stepping forward cautiously. "Whv
are YOU disguised 80 frightfuIly, and who
is this you have with your
Mr.. BaShford's bewilderment was 30
great that he had entirely forgotten that
he was still supporting the Turkish lady,
and he now nearly dropped her.
But, recovering himself he conveyed
her to a couch and laid her down.
Haven't you been to the masquer-
ade?" he demanded of his wife.
"Io the masquerade! Certainly not"
'Thcn, who is that?'' he asked, point
ing to the form on the couch.
"Thatl How should I know? Why,
as Pm alive, it's-oh, Dio, wnat under
the sun have you been doing? This is
Emma Burchw
Emma Burch? Nohsense! Are you
ure"
"Certainly."
And Mrs. Bashford bent over the pros
trate form, and set herself about apply
ing restoratives.
They soon had their effect.
Miss Burch sat upright, and looked
about her in confused manner.
Iouise, is it your she exclaimed,
with glad look, and almost fainting
again. "And am l really safe? Oh,
horrors"
She caught glimpse of the "noble In
dian"
"There, there, never mind him." said
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