Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1895-09-03

tor ON the other side Of the room. She
conversed with him in low tone, dano-
cd set with him and afterward ex.
changed some private words in an ap
parently very confidential manner
This fairly maddened Mr.. Bashford
with jealousy. Finally he got chance
to speak to her again.
''Squaw must not leave her brave"
be murmured.
But sho only laughed tantalizingly.
II think hear the pattering of rain.
drops, ho said "Shall we not stand in
the open door. where it is cool?''
"Yos," " she replied, ''for few mo-
ments. 1t will be a great relief"
They approached to the doorway and
stood looking down a short fight of
broad stone steps, which led to the side
walk Beyond could be seen solitary
carriage, with dim light glimmering
from the drivers seat. The driver him.
self had sought shelter from the rain
within the carriage.
Mr. Bashford looked cautiously
around No one was in sight. He then
coughed in peculiar manner. The
driver instantly emerged, leaving the
carriage door open, and walked careless
ly forward, seemingly to inspect the
harness of one Of the horses.
Now was Mr.. Bashford's time. He
suddenly seized his companion round
the waist, thrust his hand under her
mask and pressed IL over her mouth, and
raf, xuffh hor 70 tho Co1.riaua
Scream and you will be murdered, I"
he muttered in her ear. He then forced
her in the carriage. stepping in after
her.
Mr.. 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 submissively, evil
IDENTIFY too terrified to speak, trembling
and painting violently.
"What is to be done with me?" she
summoned the courage to falter.
"Hushl" he growleo.
Still the carriage ratified ON through
numerous streets and alleys, the driver
having been instructed to take long,
roundabout course.
Finally the driver gave loud cough.
This was a signal. he had calculated
that the devious course they had taken
would so bewilder his wife that her
ideas Of locality would be completely
confused He wanted to impress her
with the belief that she was being car
ried to some den Of unknown horrors.
Here we are, ;" he growled. "Not q
word from you, my beauty"
He rushed up the steps, carrying his
captive under one arm. Unlocking the
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 room stood-her arms
thrown up and her eyes protruding with
horror-his wifel
He halted In dire astonishment an6
dismay, still retaining his hold on thu
Turkish lady, who had by this tim'
tainted.
"Louisel" he gasped.
But his wife only gave vent to I
piercing shrek and retreated to the fur
thermost corner Of the room.
Don't you know me, Louise?"
"What does all this meanY" she said
stepping forward cautiously, why arr
you disguised so frightfully, and wh'
is this you have with your"
Mr.. Bashford's bewilderment was 8,
great that he had entirely forgotten
that he was still supporting the Turkisl
lady, and he now nearly dropped her.
Haven't you been to the masquer
ade2" he demanded Of his wife,
"To the masquerade Certainly not.
"Then who Ia thisY"
"That. How should / know2 Why
as I'm alive, it's-oh, Dio, what unde
the sun have you been doing? This d
Emma Burch"
And Mrs, Bashford bent over tn
PROSTATE form and set herself about ap
plying restoratives. They soon had thei
effect. Miss Buroh sat upright and look
ed about her in a confused manner
Louise, is 1t you?' she exclaimed
with a glad look and almost faintinI
again. "And am / really safer oh, hor
rors"
She caught glimpse Of the Indian.
"There, there, never mind him, sai'
Mrs. Bashford soothingly TITS onl.
Dio."
"Dio, your husband, the one who kid
naped me9 Oh, what does it all meanS'
Both ladies looked at Mr.. Bashfor'
inquiringly, who was now forced to ex
plain everything.
He did IL with a very bad grace an'
good deal Of stammering. When b
had concluded, his wife said;
"And so you thought the suit wa
for me when only had IL brought her
to accommodate Emma. The sam
clothes tit pa both, and l had II titte'
to mo because she wanted to be very 50
cret about her costume Oh, Dio, +
think that you should have such littl
trust In mel"
Mr.. Bashford had not word to say.
He had for once In his life been fair
ly beaten, routed. ignominiously defeat
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