The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-09-12
Our Daily Sport Story.

gaucherie of an embarrassing situa- ton.
 Apparently Wentworth's usual per sifilage and easy wit had deserted him and left him stranded; he had the look of a school boy caught stealing jam or engaged in surreptitious indulging In his first cigarette. He seemed un able to give expression even to the po- lite banalties, which the occasion seem ed to demand. He fell into a green and yellow melancholy with little effort at concealment, and sulked like a disobe- dient child, undergoing what he felt to be unmerited punishment. Dilling- ham, who was usually a rather silent, self-absorbed man, given rather to that rare art of listening, which so endears one to his fellow men, now became un- commonly loquacious.
 He developed the garrulty of a bevy of school girls, over a box of Allegret- ti's. He talked against time. You would have said he had been wound up with key and must run till the thing ran down.
 ollvia's laugh had all the sponta- niety of youth and the spirit of com raderie, which is It's most delightful adjunct. If the metaphor were not so sagged at the knees and worn out at the seams, it might be said that the low accompaniment of her laugh flowed on like rippling brook Under its bWCCt WlL became positively iridescent. Bon mots flew about like bees over clover.
 As by a miracle he developed the heretofore unsuspected genius of born recontour.
 Wentworth sank deep into his chair crossed his legs, and fixed a glassy glare through his pince neg on the mar ble Venus who posed with a melan- choly air of isolation and aloofness un- der a palm over by the piano. As first on the field, he resolved to be last to leave 1t.
 Dillingham;, strong in the knowledge that the first arrival should, by every code of etiquette, be first to depart, determined to give no further oppor- tunity for the completion of that dramatic little scene he had so happily interrupted.
 As he held to his post with the fell determination of Cassibianca on the burning deck,
 As the evening advanced, Olivia's laugh came to have less of the effer- vescent quality of newly opened cham pagne. IL developed the forced, society ring which characterizes the laugh of the woman of good breeding who feels that 1t would be a rudeness to look bored when the narrator has ceased to be interesting. She developed little tired lines about the mouth; her atti- tude relaxed unconsciously into the dropping lines of fatigue which marks the patient listener.
 By Jove'' Dillingham; exclaimed ex-' plosively, as if suddenly brought to himself; we're keeping Olivia up to an unconscionable hour Wentworth. Aren't you going to drop in at the club a while? I'll stroll along with you.
 In this high handed manner he car ried the sulking and routed enemy ofr with him, willy-nilly
 Let's walk" he suggested blandly, as they came out under the stars.
 Wentworth nodded brusquely, ana they covered several blocks in abso- lute silence. except that Dillingham; once ventured to remark with great originality that he thought 1t was Clouding up to rain.
 Presently he clapped his hand against his waistcoat pocket with a smothered imprecation below his breath:
 "Jove! l haven't a cigar about me, he muttered; I'll drop into this little place over here and get some. Don wait for me Wentworth; just stroli on; m overtake you" And he shot on across the avenue like a retriever on a new scent.
 Five minutes later he emerged cast hurried glance down 'the street an1 smiled the slow, enigmatical shliie 0A the successful strategist.
 Worked like a charm," he peaIhsu pels1 beatifcally. Wentworth was noWhers in sight. The little ruse had been oIll- @ ltantly conceived-and adroitiy euted, he congratulated hinnss1' anu ms