The Evening Bulletin

A Sad Leap Year Story.
Leap year is with us once more, and if reports are true a number of Chicago's young ladies have already proceeded to make the most of it. However, there is one story circulated which proves that the course of true love does not run smooth even when directed by the members of the sex that is supposed to know most about it.
"Let me tell you a story about my friend 'Lill,'" said one of Englewood's fairest daughters. "I don't suppose I ought to tell it, but the incident is one that most men who have tried lovemaking will know how to appreciate. Lill's beau, who came from Boston a year ago, had been paying attention to her for months and calling on her about two nights a week.
"But he seemed to be so bashful and so afraid of coming to the point that she finally grew desperate and said to me: 'You just wait till leap year comes and I'll teach that bashful young man a lesson. Such diffidence and such delay are wholly inexcusable.'
"Well, New Year's came and the young man called. I expected Lill to come down to my house the next morning to tell me how she had happily settled matters, but she didn't come, so I called on her in the afternoon. She appeared to be indisposed and melancholy!
"What's the matter?' I asked.
Her eyes filled with tears, and after a little cry she said:
"'I took him by the hand and said to him: "Now, my boy, I'll show you how we Chicago women do things. Will you avail yourself of this opportunity to become my promised husband?" And he'— here she sobbed—'oh, the brute! he said, "I can't, for I'm already engaged to a girl in Boston."'
"And what did you say then? I asked sympathetically.
"Her eyes flashed as she replied, 'I said to him, "Mr. Falsette, there's the door, and please be very quick about it too."'—Chicago News.