Daily capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1896-1899, 1896-01-06

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changed somo private words in an ap.
pafet'y vrry confidential manner.
1Ea Giiy naG5en.d Mr Bashford
with JEALOUSY l'iLailj he rot chance
TO sifak 60 her again
"SquGw must not leave her lrave,"
b. ruru Cr,3.
Bat Ahc only laughed tonializingly.
j think hear tho patteiing Of rain
Grors. be- said. "Shoil We pGt staBd in
tho open docr, wEcro it is coolr'
"Ycr, ghe replied, "for few mo-
monte. Il y,il he great relief.
They approached to the doorway and
stood looking down u short flight of
broad stoiic steps, which lcd TO the side
walk. Beyond could be seen solitary
carriage, with a diln light glimmering
from the drivers seat. Tho driver him.
self had sought shelter from the rain
within the carriage.
Mr.. BashfUrd looked cautiously
around. No one was in sight He then
coughed in a 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 it over her mouth, and
ran with her to the carriage
SCREAM and you will be murdered" f"
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 meY" she
summoned the courage to falter.
"Hushp' he growled.
Still the carriage ratified on through
numerous streets and alleys, the driver
having been instructed to take q 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
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. mot a
word from you. my beauty"
He rushed mp 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 tho room stood-her arms
thrown up and her eyes protruding with
horror--his wifel
He halted In dire astonishment and
dismay, still retaining his hold ON the
Turkish lady, who had by this time
tainted.
"Loui5c" - g4spcd.
But hid y Ce only gave vent to u
piercing shrck aud retreatod to the fur
thermost cornCr of tho room.
Don't you know me, Louise9"
"What does all this meanY" she said,
stepping forward cautiously. "Why are
you disguised so irightfully, and who
is this you have with your"
Mr.. Bashiord's bewilderment was 30
great that ho had entirely forgotten
that he was still supporting the Turkish
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 thisy'
"That How should l know? Why,
as I'm alive. it's-oh, Dio, what under
the sun have you been doing3 This is
Emma Bnrohp'
And Mrs. Bashford bent over the
prostrate form and set herself about mp
plying restoratives. They soon had their
effect. Miss Buroh sat upright and look
cd about her In a confused manner.
Louise, is it your" she exclaimed.
with q glad look and almost fainting
again. "And am really safer oh, hor-
rorsr"
She caught a glimpse of the Indian.
"There, there, never mind him, said
Mrs. Bashford soothingly. TITS only
Dio."
"Dio, your husband, the one who kid
naped meY Oh, what does it all meanH
Both ladies looked at Mr.. Bashford
inquiringly, who was now forced TO ex-
plain everything.
He did it with 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 only had 1t brought here
to accommodate Emma. The same
clothes fit us both, and had IL fitted
to me because she wanted to be very se-
cret about her costume oh. Dio. to
think that you should have such little
trust In mer'
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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