Democratic messenger., 1888-03-03

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husbands guilt, but as q matter Of nc
commodation 10 you. I am very busy
! now. bat please call tomorrow afternoon
at 3 o'clock, and I'll see what can bt
DONE
The grimaccs and lecrs with which these
wor'is were accompanied left no doubt In
/ the mind Of his visitor as to his real In.
tentiOis, but she managed to conceal her
disgust and promised to call at the up
/ pointed hour. 9As for Suboff, he was IN
an ecstatic frame Of mind. The manifest
absurtlity Of man with his cast OF coun
tenance creating favorable impression
on anybody, excepting perhaps himself,
never occurred TO him.
! An hour before the appointed time
/ Subon was arranging his toilet before the
! glass. He fcstooned his dome Of thought
/ with "a wsp Of about eleven Lonesome
hairs that still fingered around the base
Of his bald head. To himself he appeared
/ to bc excrucinting lovely. \ carriage
stopped before the door. lie pranced "a
the window and gazcd out, looking, as
Mrs. Sabinsky afterward told friend, for
NIL the world like an immense turkey gob.
bier. lie opened the door and gallantly
kissed her diminu;ive hand.
1--WE are quite alone" he said.
'Snpposc somebody were TO come? Ny
reputation would be ruincd.' exclaimed
the fair visitor.
''rhcrc is not the slightest danger; and
! IL there was here l. u closet In which ycu
could hide"
"Why. that closet Is not big enough.
/ How coili ! get in there with my drcss!''
ut is much larger than you suppose.
l am quite large, aud II eau accommodate
me.r
II don't believe IT," replied the visitor
! incredulously.
To relieve her fears Snbofr went into
the closet and partially closed the door.
The next moment the door was pushed 10
and locked from the outside.
SuboT was very much crowded In that
closet, almost Us much. perhaps. rs II he
lived in Harlem fiat. llcithoughi his Wis.
itor was playing n practical joke on him
and that he would be released in few
minutes. but this dclusion was dispcllc,l
10y firm female voice whispering through
the kcyhole:
Don't you try TO get out, you old
scoundrel, or I'll stab you to the heart ~
There was something In the tone OF the
voice that convinced him the speaker
meant business.
Col. Sabinsky's wife trippcd to the table,
and on one OF the official blanks, already
signed by the wrc;chcd Subofr, she wrote:
''Reicasc Immediately Col. Sabnsky." !"
Subotf heard Il silycry voice say:
Farewell, my dear Suboff. but don't
excite yourself. II anybody calls remcm.
Der that you are not in. You have check
enough to carry you through anything cx-
cept this door. Please shut this door
after You. Ia ta."
When Suhon realized the peril OF his
situation he made frantic efforts 10 burst
open the .ioor, but II resisted all his cf-
forts, although he sworc like n man who
was trying To write with stylOgraphic
pen. lie made almost rs much noise us
woman's rights convention and with
just about the same result. lie was gem
orally very successful in attracting atten-
ton, but ON this occasion he failed igno.
miniously. lie was almost specchcss
when he was released, and lie had fallen
of like ton Of coal on the scales of a
dealer.
lie got out, but the story also got ont,
and hc was the subject of incxtinguishable
ridiculc wherever he went. Hours before
Snbofr got out Of TINT closet Col. Sabin-
sky and his wife crossed the frontier
They reached Paris In safety, and there II
was that the latter told the story to the
writer. who was u member Of the German
legation. from the German
by Alex. NJ. Sweet Tor The New York
Mercury.