Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-02-14
AN UNTOLD STORY,

tDe bWeGttst S1ln al thO "oAN'
seemed III lose sight of that fact as soon
as he found himself bound to her Tor
life.
A good many things were necessary
two years after their marriage TO keep
Mr. Lobdell from finding life burden
some. Among these were four clubs,
several fine horses, which he handled
himself at the gentlemen matlnees,
and the privilege Of going and coming
when he pleased.
If beatrice Lobdell grieved because
of his neglect, she did SO in the strlctest
secrecy and succeeded in retaining her
beauty through it all.
1t was Whispered, however, that she
didn't care. but there is great deal OF
Whispering in society that is unwar'
ranted. Certainly Mrs. Lobdell might
have had admirers if she had wanted
them, Indeed she did have them, but
they had to admire from a distance I'M
til George Whitford arrived upon the
scene.
The Lob(lells had joined fashiona-
Bile family club, not that Mr.. Lobdell
cared for it, but he wanted his wife to
have some place where she could enjoy
herself while be was not with her
You see, he was a kind hearted, chival-
rous fellow in spite of the fact that it
bored him to be much in the presence
Of the beautiful young woman he had
once loved SO madly.
UtIa ,,,ho 10 tropb If vo,, nnSf know
it, was that they were unsuited to each
other, Mrs. Lobdell had taste for the
artistic Her husband was not inclined
that way, He was one Of the best anna
teur drivers in town-no one knew the
Gue points about horse better than he.
He belonged to the athletic club, had
been known to walk seven miles through
the country mud in order to see for.
hidden prizefght, and he had won a
medal on the golf links.
Beatrice Lobdell's enthusiasm over
rare old prints, Fitzgerald's rendering
OF tie Rubyiat, and all that sort of
thing seemed silly to him.
But one evening when she had &C.
companied the Wimbertons to the
Thursday evening cotillon party at the
Orpheus club, she met George Whit
ford. He danced with her and talked
-al bout things ti IN which she was inter est:
ed He could quote 40 of Fitzgerald
best quatrains and Mrs. Lobdell said
when the Wimbertons We're ready to 20
home that she was very glad to have
met him.
After that it became customary for
Beatrice Lobdell to attend the Thurs.
day evening parties with the Wimber-
tons, and George Whitford's name
doomed up conspicuously upon her pro.
gramme.
cts pity" he said to her one
evening when they were sitting out
dance in the parlor, chat you were
born in luxury."
"Why:" she asked.
eff 1t had Eeen otherwise you would
have added something to the worlds
literature that would have lived. The
absence of necessity is unfortunate in
your case.
"Do you really think have talent?"
81 am sure OF it,"
Whitford was beginning to be known
in the world of letters as il novelist and
essaylst He was young, handsome and
not much of a favorie with men. But
most women regarded him as interest
ing.
Mrs. Lobdell looked at him earnestly
and sighed.
perhaps | would have been bapper
too, she said, IF had been compelled
to do something more than sit around
and feel that my life was going tn
waste. "
"Why not do it anyway" be asked
after awhile. Suppose we collaborate
Oh a story"
~ think, -" she answered, "that
could give you the outline of story
that would interest the world"
There was something in her tone-a
tinge Of wistful sadness--that brought
the color to his cheeks He bent for.
ward eagerly to make reply, but she |
hurrledly rose, saying:
Come, we must not sit here aoy
longer.
lie followed her back to the ballroom.
aud when they parted that evening he |
pressed her hand very gently, while his
heart went at Il violent pitch
She avoided his lock and said "Good-
by instead of Good night"
George Whitford waited for their
next meeting with boyish impatience,
and when the evening arrived it sud
denly occurred to him that she might
not come In that case he didn't know
what he would do. But when the VIM
bertohs put in an appearance she was
with them, and he saw that her cheeks
redeemed when he went forward TO
greet her.
He managed aefore long 10 lead her
away from the crowd. Then he asked:
"When are yoH Noins to give lie that
story you spoke OF:
Sho looked It kim an il she vera
frightened and answered almost in |
whisper:
"Nevcr."
"Why:'
II ,nrst not 1t won,l hn >"ro~,, ="
mo story that you have to tell mo. "
be said, "coulil be wrong"
She looked at awater color upon the
wall and asked.
"Have you ever noticed how that
artist failed ii bis forushortening?"
"Hang that artist Whitford ex-
claimed. Yen know you are not inter.
'Sted III his picture. Say thar YOU will
tell he the story Do it for my sake
" it'll it | know could make the world
listen"
Ste locked up at him. aud after they