Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-11-14
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harness of oxe of the horses Now was Mir. Bashford's time He 1 suddenly seized his companion round
 che waist, thrust his hand under her
 mask and pressed it over her mouth, and
 ran with her to the carriage.
 "Scream and you will be murdered,
 he muttered in her ear. He then forced
 her in the carriage. stepping in after
 her.
 Mir. Bashford held his fair prisoner | firmly down to the seat and admonish- ed her in the harshest tones he could command to remain silent. She covered down submissiyely, eyi- dently too terrified to speak, trembling , and painting violently. "What is to be done with me?" she summoned the courage to falter. ''Hush" he growled. Still the carriage rattled on through numerous streets and alleys, the driver having been instructed to take long, roundabout course Finally the driver gave a loud cough. This was signal He had calculated
 that the devious course they had taken would so bewilder his wife that her l ideas of locality would be completely l confused. He wanted to impress her with the belief that she was being car i ried to some den of unknown horrors. Here we are, " he growled. Mot a
 word from you. my beauty" He rushed up the steps, carrying his 1 captive under one arm. Unlocking the 1 door with his night key, he rushed with her into the house. A loud scream greeted his arrival.
 The gas was burning brightly, and in the middle of the Eoom 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 by this time tainted
 "Louiser' he gasped. 1 But his wife only gave vent to q 1 piercing shriek and retreated to the fur
 thermost corner of tho room. Don't you know me, Louise?'' What does all this mean?" she said, ! stepping forward cautiously. "Why are you disguised so frightfully, and who is this you have with you:" Mir. Bashford's bewilderment was so
 great that he had entirely forgotten that he was still supporting the Turkish 1 lady, and he now nearly dropped her. Haven't you been to the masquer-
 ade:" he demanded of his wife.
 ''To the masquerade! Certainly not. !" Then who is this:'' That How should I know? Why,
 as I'm alive, it's-oh, bio, what under
 the sun have you been doing? This is ! Emma Burchr'
 I And Mrs. Bashford bent over the prostrate form and set herself about ap- 1 plying restoratives. They soon had their N effect. Miss BurCh sat upright and look | ed about her ill confused manner. Louise, is it you:' she exclaimed, i with glad look and almost fainting again And am I really safe? Oh, hor- I rorsr'
 She caught a glimpse of the Indian. There, there, never mind him, ,'' said | Mrs Bashford soothingly. Its only | Dia"
 l ''Dio your husband, the one who kid naped me? Oh, what does it all mean:" Both ladies looked at MT. Bashford I inquiringly, who was now forced to ex- 1 plain everything.
 He did it with A very bad grace and
 a good deal of stammering. When he had concluded. his wife said:
 And so you thought the suit was
 for me when l only had it brought here
 to accommodate Emma. The same | clothes fit us both, and had it fitted
 to me because she wanted to be very se- | cret about her costume. Oh, bio, to
 think that you should have such little 1 trust in mel!
 Mir. Bashfurd had not a word to say. He had for once in his life been fair 1 ly beaten, routed, ignominiously defeat 1 ed. Atlanta Constitution.