Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1895-03-18
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exalted notions of the husband IS domin-
ion over his household.
Mr.. Bashford had forbidden his wife
attending the masquerade of the A. z.
| a. society He had his reasons for sc
! doing, bat his wife thought he might
have made known his wishes in little
less imperious manner than he chose tC
adopt.
The ball was set down for the evening
Of the goth. On the morning of that
day Mr.. Bashford went down town at
the usual hour, but during the forenoon
had occasion to visit a section of the
city that led him past his own residence.
His attention was suddenly arrested
by a young woman with a large bundle,
ascending the front steps of his house
and ringing the doorbell.
His perplexity was increased when the
door was opened cautiously, the young
woman admitted promptly, as if by a
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 for
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.
hn 1n6 f0 IF no ocf nd
gayest streets and finally turned quick
~ into a celebrated costumer's establish
ment!
Mr.. Bashford was astonished. Could
it be that bis wife was venturesome
enough to disobey him and had hired
costume with view of attending the
masquerade?
He did not linger long in meditation.
His wife's audacity must receive a Sc
we're rebuke.
The proprietor was woman. He ac-
costed 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 sort
of thing, he continues:
costume delivered by the young woman
or else show me one just like it,
''Well," said the woman, hesitating,
'that wouldn't be exactly regular, you
know
ST understand that, but can prove
to you if necessary that I have right
to know, and that no harm can possibly
come to you by your telling me"
ooh, WELL" said the woman, 81 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"
'tYes-just so,' said Mr.. Bashford.
1.-THE one that the young woman left at
"a - street has a scarlet hood, has
it?''
eyes, SIR
Every we'll Here are your SO.
He made no allusion when he went
home to his 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-
demeanor:
GAS I told you would probably be the
case, Louise, 1 shall be detained down
town by business tonight until late -
"Oh, dear, am sorryl 1t is SO lone
some these long evenings when you are
obliged to be away"
The business which was to detain
him was of a somewhat startling char
acter. After spending a short time at
his Office he proceeded to a costumers
and placed himself in the
hands of an artist, who, after a long
and tedious process, transformed him
into a 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 a scarlet hood.
1t was some time before he found what
he sought for. But at last he stopped
suddenly, and his gaze fingered in
particular quarter. There was the Turk
ish lady with the scarlet hood and her
size and general contour were exactly
those of his wife There could be no
mistake about it.
"Pooty squaw," he said in a guttur-
al tone.
''Noble Iniun!' she replied.
"Squaw dances?"
eyes,
And they took their places on the
floor for one of the quadrilles.
After this ensued what appeared to
lockers on a scene of desperate f1irta-
ton, but in Mr. Bashford's mind there
was, of course, no harm in thus paying
exclusive attention to his own wife,
though a pang shot through his breast