Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-12-03
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doing, but his wife thought he might
have made known his wishes in little
less imperious manner than he chose to
adopt
The ball was set down for the evening
Of the 29th. On the morning Of that
day Mr.. Bashford went down town al
the usual hour, but during the forenoon
had occasion to visit section of the
city that led him past his own residence.
His attention was suddenly arrested
by young woman with large bundle,
ascending the front steps Of his house
and ringing tho doorbell.
His perplexity was increased when the
door was opened cautiously, the young
woman admitted promptly, as if by Q
previous understanding, and the door
instantly closed again.
Mr.. Bashford's curiosity and suspi
cion were aroused. Should he linger and
solve the mystery or dismiss it from
his mind and go on about his business
He debated the question irresolutely fol
a moment and finally decided that he
must know what was going on in his
own house.
He had not long to wait. The young
woman soon reappeared, but without
the bundle, and walked briskly down
the street.
She led him to one of the busiest and
gayost streets and finally turned quick
ly into q celebrated costumer's establish.
ment!
Mr.. Bashford was astonished. Gould
it be that his wife was venturesome
enough to disobey him and had hired Q
costume with view of attending the
masquerade?
He did not linger long in meditation.
His wife's audacity must receive &C.
we're rebuke.
The proprietor was woman. He ac
coated her thus:
Madam, would you object to making
So in as many minutes?"
The person addressed intimating that
she would have no objection to that sor,
of thing, he continued:
"Then describe to me accurately the
costume delivered by the young woman
who entered this store a moment age
or else show me one just like it,.
"Well,' said the woman, hesitating,
"that wouldn't be exactly regular, you
know"
II understand that, but I can prove
to you if necessary that I have a right
to know, and that no harm can possibly
come to you by your telling me-"
ooh, WE'LL" said the woman, II pre-
sumo it will be all right! The costume
was that Of a Turkish lady. Here is one
just like it, except that the hood is blue
instead of scarlet. -
"Yes-just So" said Mr.. Bashford.
1.-THE one that the young woman Left al
81 - street has a scarlet hood, has
it,"
"Yes, SIR"
Every we'll. Here are your SIS. :"
He made no allusion when he wenl
home to his 5 o'clock dinner to the cir.
cumstances just related. He simply said
to his wife before leaving, wondering
the while at her innocent and uncon.
strained demeanor:
cas- / told you would probably be the
case, Louise, l shall be detained down
town by business tonight until late I"
"Oh, dear, am sorry! 1t is SO lone
some these long evenings when you are
Obliged to be aWay,''
Tho Cuisines" which was to detain
him was Of somewhat startling char
acter. After spending short time al
his Office he proceeded to costumer's
establishment and placed himself in the
hands of all artist, who, after q long
and tedious process, transformed him
into hideous looking Indian.
This done, he ordered carriage and
gave directions to be driven to the place
where the masquerade was to be held.
Mr.. Bashford seemed to create quite
a sensation in his character Of Indian
chief. Many stared at him, and some Of
the women shuddered.
He did not dance at first, but walked
with stately tread around the hall, gaz
ing disdainfully on the giddy throng.
He was searching for Turkish lady
with scarlet hood.
It was some time before he found what
he sought for. But at last he stopped
suddenly, and his gazo fingered in 6
particular quarter. There was the Turk
ish lady with the scarlet hood, and hel
size and general contour were exactly
those Of his wife, There could be nc
mistake about it.
''Pooty squaw," he said in guttur
al tone.
"Noble Injunl" she replied.
"Squaw danoes?"
eyes"
And they took their places ON thu
floor for one Of the quadrilles.
After this ensued what appeared t
lockers on q scene of desperate flirta
ton, but in Mr.. Bashford's mind there
was, of course, no harm in thus paying
exclusive attention to his own wife,
though pang shot through his breast
at the thought Of. her accepting sucl
marked demonstrations from one who
to all intents and purposes was stran
ger.
However, the game must be played.
and he played it.
Thus an hour passed very pleasantly,
he had to confess to himself, for BIZ