Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1899-01-21

no story that yuu nave 10 tell arcs
he said. ''couid be wrong"
She looked at water color upon the
wall and asked:
"Have you ever noticed how that
artist failed in his foreshortening
"Harg that artistr Whitford ex-
claimed "Yon know you are not inter
ested in bis picture. Say that you viii
tell me the story Do il for my sake.
With it 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 Gay perhaps.
sob, here you are. exclaimed man
to whom Mrs. Lobdell was engaged for
the neAt dance. Come on they We be-
gun.
George Whltford 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 long week for Whitford, that
next one, and there was huge disap.
pointment for him at the end of it.
When Mrs. Lobdell arrived ut the
Orpheus club, her husband was with
her.
But Luoius 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 asa mat
ter Of duty and then rushed in among
the young folk, for he had fondness
for girls especially as dancing partners.
So it was not long before Whitfurd
had an opportunity to lead Beatrice
Lobdell into the refreshment room and
from there to little nook off one of the
parlors.
II believe" he said, "that there is
such thing as fate, and that am one
of its victims. f"
eyes" she replied, ~ know there is
such thing as fate, and it has many
victims, i"
"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 1T himself.
81 was afraid be said, "that you
had asked him to come.'
"No; 1 never ask him to go anywhere
with me"
"Do you know that have been think
ing out story during the past few
days." Whitford said, (which, fancy,
must be very like the one yon have
promised to tell me some timer
"Have you?' she replied, looking
away from him and toying with the
cord attached to her card.
Eyes. Shall give you the outline
of it,"
'sOh, let us wait until some other
timep
"No; LET me tell it now," he urged.
She looked up at him in pleading
way and said:
"Please not now. must not hear it
now.
'But you will some time"
Perhaps"
"When2'
! sob, we must wait long, long
| time
/ NO, huhll uUb WdIb hC ucOiulcu.
at is the story of man and woman,
| or man who was always arriving toe
late, of a woman who was sweet and
good and beautiful, who
.'No, no!' she interrupted. Her
! cheeks were ablaze, her voice was low
and tremulous, and she looked eagerly
for chance to get past him.
"No, no; you must not tell me any
more! p
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 an
angry frown upon his face, such look
as 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, well.
be was only man anyway !-CIeveland
Leader.
old Dundee.