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Show Quite a Hopeless Case. (New York Mail and Express.) The brilliant Miss Ellen Thorney-1 croft Fowler tells an amusing anecdote anec-dote of her experience at a dinner party with a man who would not listen. This man took her in to dinner, but otherwise other-wise paid little attention to her. She tried to make conversation, and spoke of things military, apropos of the recent re-cent South African war. Suddenly he turned to her and said: "Is your husband hus-band a soldier, by chance?" She answered: an-swered: "No, I'm not married." The entree had barely departed into the realms of the unknown when, with an ingratiating smile, the conversation having now merged into the range of things political, he said: "I suppose your husband is a politician?" "No," she repeated, somewhat louder, "I've no husband. I'm not married." Toward To-ward the end of the dinner there occurred oc-curred that momentary pause when a hostess is engaged in collecting the eyes of the guests. He took advantage of it. With a glow of interest he turned: "Ooes your husband happen to be here tonight?" It was too much for Miss Fowler. The signal of departure de-parture was given. She rose. "I really don't know." she said. "He may be. One never can tell what may come of these little parties!" |