Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1899-03-31

mo story that yoo have to tell me.
ha said, ''could be wrong"
She looked at u Water color upon the
wall and asked:
"FIave you ever noticed bow that
artist failed In his foresborteuing?''
"Hang that artistl' WhitFord ex-
claimed. lyon know you are not inter
ested In his picture. Say that you will
toll me the story DO it for my sake.
With it l know ! could make the world
listen"
She looked up ut him. and after they
had gazed into each others eyes for n
moment she replied:
"Woll. some day perhaps"
"Oh, here 700 arc. exclnimeda man
20 whom Mrs Lobdell was engaged for
the next dance. "Come on; they've be-
gun"
George Whitford sat alone for awhile
and then went into the ballroom To tnd
Mrs. Wimberton waiting for hiul. He
had forgotten that his name was upon
her card for that number.
Il was a long week for Whitford. that
next one, and there was a huge disap.
pointmeg . Tor him at tho end Of 1t.
When Mrs. Lobdell arrived Mt the
Orpheus club, her husband wal with
her.
But Luciua Lobdell was not one Of
those selfish fellows that keep their
pretty wives all to themselves at dane
ing parties. He put his name upon the
cards Of several married ladies' as a mat
ter Of duty and then rushed in among
the young folk, for he had a fondness
for girls especially as dunc:ng partners
So it was not long before WbitfUrd
bad an opportunity to lead Beatrice
Lobdell into the refreshments room and
from there to a little nook off one of the
parlors.
~ believe. he said, that there is
such a thing as fate. and that | am one
of its victims"
Eyes" she replied, 81 know there is
such a thing as fate. and it has many
victims"
"Why did he come this EVENING"
Whitford asked after they had been ST.
lently looking at each other for awhile
81 don't know" she answered. "Ho
proposed it himself"
81 was afraid" he said, "that you
had asked him to como"
mo; 1 never ask him to 60 anywhere
with me-"
"Do you know that l have been think.
ing out a story during the past few
days" Whitford said, (which. | fancy.
w.r,k 10 nnw1v lfl-o fhn ~ unn kuve
promised to tell me some timer"
"Have you?" she replied, looking
away from him and toying with the
cord attaohsd to her card.
"Yos. Shall l give yen the outline
of itf"
"Oh, let us wait until some otheI
timor'
"No; let me tell it now, he urged.
She looked up at him in a pleading
way and said:
"Please not now. l must not hear II
now"
"But you will some time"
"Perhaps."
"Whenf"
"oh, we must wait a long. long
time"
"No, l shall not wait, he declared.
at is the story of a man and a woman,
or q man who was always arriving toe
late, of a woman VINO vas sweet and
good and beautiful, who
"No, noI' she interrupted. Hel
cheeks were ablaze, her voice was low
and tremulous, aud she looked eagerly
for a chance to get past him.
"No, no; you must not tell me any
morei ~
Beatrice" said her husband behind
her, "come; l have boen hunting fol
you."
She took his arm and went.
"What on earth were you talking
about TO that fool?" he asked as the,
walked away.
She looked up at him. There was al
angry frown upon his face, such a lool
as she had not seen there since she haC
been his wife.
Her heart beat joyously. She felt a
II che were being carried along by him
She knew that he was jealous.
AS for George Whitford-oh, we'll
he was only a man anyway l-Clevelani
Leader.