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


deserted him aud joined a Roman sena.
tor on the other side Of the room. She
conversed with him in low tone, dane
ed a set with him and afterward ex-
changed some private words in an ap-
parcitly very confidential manner
Thia fairly maddcnod Mr.. Bashford
with jealousy. Finally he got a chance
to speak to her again.
"Squaw must not leave her brave"
bo riurmurod.
But sho only laughed tantalizingly.
II think hear the pattering of rain
drops, " he said. 'Shall we not stand in
the open door, where il is cool2"
eyes, she replied, "for few mo-
ments, 1t will be great relief. "
They approached to the doorway and
stood looking down a short flight of
broad stone steps, which led to the side
walk. Beyond could be seen solitary
carriage, with dim light glimmering
from the driver 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 III 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 ii 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.
Mr.. Bashford held his fair prisoner
firmly down to the seat and admonish-
ed her in the harshest tones he could
command 60 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.
"Hush!" he growled
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 20 impress hor
with the belief that she was being car
ried to some den of unknown horrors.
Here we are, he growled. "Not a
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 wifei
He halted in dire astonishment ant
], dismay, still retaining his hold ON the
Turkish lady, who had by this tim'
tainted.
"Louisel" he gasped.
But his wife only gave vent to
piercing shrek and retreated to the fur
thermost corner Of the room.
Don't you know me, LouiseY"
"What does all this meanp" she said
stepping forward cautiously. why ar
You disguised so frightfully, and VIII
is this you have with your"
Mr.. Bashford's bewilderment was 81
great that no had entirely forgotten
that he was still supporting the Turlxisl
lady, and he now nearly dropped her.
Haven't you been to the masquer
adeY" he demanded Of his wife.
"To tho masqueradei Certainly not,
"Then who is thisf"
THAT How should know2 Why
as I'm alive. it's--oh, Dio, what unde
the sun have you been doingS This
Emma Burch"
And Mrs. Bashford bent over tn
prostrate form and set herself about aI
plying restoratives. They soon had thei
effect Miss Burch sat upright and lool
ed about her in a confused manner.
Louise, is 1t your" she exclaimed
with a glad look and almost faintin
again. "And am really safer oh, hon
rors"
She caught glimpse OF the Indian.
; There, there, never mind him, sal
. Mrs. Bashford soothingly. ITS oni
4 Dio"
, "Dio, your husband, the one who ht
!, naped mel Oh, what does IL all meanS
Both ladies looked at Mr.. Bashfor
4 inauiringly, who was now forced to o.
J plain everything.
He did it with very bad grace an
q a good deal Of stammering. When
|, had concluded, his wife said;
: "And so you thought the suit wi
for me when only had it brought he
4 20 accommodate Emma. The san
clothes fit us both. and 1 had It fitt'
10 me because she wanted to be very 3
|. oret about her costume oh, Dio,
think that you should have such list
Il trust In mel"
a MIR. Bashford had not word to say
= He had for once in his life been fai
ly beaten, routed, ignominiously defea
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