The Billings gazette. [volume] (Billings, Mont.) 1896-1919, 1899-03-10
THE BILLINGS GAZETTE: FRIDAY, MARCH 10, 1889

"No story that, you have to tell me-"
he said, s'couid be wrong"
She looked at a water color upon the
wall and asked:
'sHave you ever noticed how that
artist failed in his foreshortening?"
.Hang that artist Whitford ex-
claimed. lyon know you are not inter
ested in his picture. Say that you will
tell me the story. Do it for my sake,
With it know I 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.
"Oh, here you are, exclaimed mar
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. /.
It was a long week for Whitford, that
next one, and there was q huge disap-
pointment for him at the end of it.
When Mrs. Lobdell arrived at the
Orpheus club, her husb.-d 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 Whitfurd
had an opportunity to lead Beatrice
Lobdell into the refreshinent room and
from there to a little nook off one of the
parlors.
II believe" be said, THAT there is
such a thing as fate, and that ] am one
Of it's victims.
"Yes," she replied, ~ 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.
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 90 anywhere
with me-"
do you know that ! have been think
ing out a story during the past few
days." Whitford said, (which, I fancy,
must be very like the one you have
promised to tell me some timer
"Have youy' she replied, looking
away from him and toying with the
cord attach ed to her card.
Eyes. Shall / give You the outline
of it?"
"Oh, let us wait until some other
timer"
"No; let me tell it now," he urged.
She looked up at him in a pleading
way and said:
"Please not now. I must not hear it
now"
"But you will some time"
perhaps"
"When?"
"Oh, we must wait a long, long
time"
"No, l shall not wait" he declared.
1T is the story of a man and a woman,
or a man who was always arriving too
late, of a woman who wal sweet and
good and beautiful, who
"No, mop 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
more! p
Beatrice" said her husband behind
her, "come; l 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 an
angry frown upon his face, such a look
she had not seen there since she had
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 Whitford-oh, we'll,
he was only a man anyway - Cleveland
Leader.