Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1899-08-01
"No story that you have to tell me-,

"No story that you have to tell me-"
he said, "could be wrong"
She looked at a water color upon the
wall and asked:
"Have you ever noticed how that
artist failed in his foreshortening?"
"Hang that a~rtist!' Whitford ex-
claimed. "You know you are not inter
ested in his picture. Say that you will
tell me the story. Do it for my sake.
With it l know | could make the world
listen.'
She looked up at him, and after they
had gazed into each others eyes for a
moment she replied:
"Well, some day perhaps"
ooh, here You are. exclaimeda man
to 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 find
Mrs. Wimberton waiting for him, He
had forgotten that his name was upon
her card for that number.
1t was a long week for Whitford, that
next one, and there was a huge disap,
pointment for him at the end of it.
When Mrs. Lobdell arrived at the
Orpheus club, her husband was with
her.
But Lucius 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 dancing partners.
So it was not long before Whitford
had an opportunity to lead Beatrice
Lobdell into the refreshment room and
from there to a little nook off one of the
parlors.
II believe" he said, THAT there is
suoh a thing as fate, and that am n
Of its victims"
eyes," she replied, II 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 81.
lently looking at each other for awhile.
II don't know" she answered. "He
proposed it himself"
II was afraid" he said, "that you
had asked him to come"
"No;I never ask him to 60 anywhere
with me-
"Do you know that I have been think
ing out a story during the past few
days." Whitford said, (which, l fancy.
must be very like the one you have
promised to tell me some timer
"Have you"' she replied, looking
away from him and toying with the
cord attached to her card.
"Yes. Shall l give you the outline
of it?"
ooh, let us wait until some other
time!"
"No; let me tell it now" he urged.
She looked up at him in a pleading
way and said:
"Please not now. / must not hear it
now"
"But you will some time"
"Perhaps."
"When?"
ooh, we must wait a long, long
time"
"No, l shall not watt" he declared.
ut is the story of a man and a woman,
or a man who was always arriving too
late, of a woman who was sweet and
good and beautiful, who
"No, mol" she interrupted. Her
cheeks were ablaze, her voice was low
and tremulous, and she looked eagerly
for a chance to get past him.
"No, no; you must not tell me any
morel r.
Beatrice" said her husband behind
her, "come; | have been hunting for
you"
She took his arm and went.
"What on earth were you talking
about to that fool?" he asked as they
walked away.
She looked up at him. There was all
angry frown upon his face, such a look
as she had not seen there since she has
been his wife.
Her heart beat %joyously. She felt as
if she were being carried along by him
She knew that he was jealous.
As for George Wh~itford-oh, we'll,
be was only a man anyway !-Oleveland
Leader.