Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1895-11-06
AUTHOR AND GIRL.

"Fancyl | wonder if I've read any OF
your books. No, l don't think have
You see DOM read much. "
"Your eyes were made for something
better. - observed the author politely.
"Oh, now, that's out of one OF them.
Isn't it? Yes, l shall read them II
they're like that. Are they like that?''
well, don't always get such an
inspiration, the author admitted. "lf
always could
81 might come and sit by you," sug-
gested the Butterfly thoughtfnlly.
"Not in working hours, thanks.
said the author hastily.
"That's very horrid of you'll
shouldn't get in the way"
"Oh, yes, you would. "
"But I'd-shut them.
"What would happen them" asked
the author, smiling.
"Oh, please be sensible" implored
the Butterfly 81 was told you were SO
clever, you know"
cts a term of abuse nowadays" OBJ
served the author resignedly.
"I'm not clever, you know. My Sis
ter Mildred is, though. 2"
"But them began the author.
"Why, she's a sweet looking girl, /"
interrupted the Butterfly in apparent
indignation.
''They always are, said the author.
Mammals looking this way" re.
marked the Butterfly after pause.
"All right. She thinks I'm pub
Usher" and he smiled at the Butter
fly's caution.
Ibid you tell her SOP
"Well, live by telling them, pro-
tested the author.
care your books ever about-about
love, you know?'
Always he answered, with touch
of melancholy.
Don't you get rather tired of it?'
''Of writing about it, said the au-
thor.
"And are your heroines nice?"
mo"
"They're noti Nor your heroes Ell
ther?''
Beasts said the author gloomily.
The Butterfly looked at him sympa-
thetically.
~ should have nice hero anyhow, "
she remarked "Heroines don't matter
SO much. Why don't you make them
nice?''
II can only draw from what l sec. P"
but you know some nice men sure
ly?"
"All the men l know" said the au-
thor, with emphasis, "are'-
''But l know lot of men you do,
and"--
They're all in love with you, con.
cluded the author. 'That's why
They're horrid.
Eyes, and why l wanted to know
you
The Butterfly glanced again toward
mamma.
you're sure she thinks she be-
gan.
Certain" the author assured her.
with another smile.
"Why did you want to know me? Do
you want to put me in book?"
would you read yourself if did?"
"Why. Of course would. You'd give
me copy, wouldn't your"
"In return for
my help" put In the Butterfly has
tily. 81 wonder if l should recognize
myself, thought"
II don't expect you would" said the
author.
"What should you make me do?''
1T should make you break poor
mans heart. f"
"Only one?" asked the Butterfly.
ut doesn't do, " said the author apol-
ogetically, to divide the interest. But
for that I'd make it score
ooh, it's not a score, murmured the
Butterfly as she played with her fan.
"And then you'd marry rich man.
Eyes, yes; that's very good. Go ON. "
IA lord, think "
"I'm not particular about that -
"And them The author seemed to
hesitate.
'Well, and them"
"Then you'd be very sorry you'd
done it. said the author.
U6 az MN,
down on her lap, then up at him again.
''Think so?" asked the Butterfly, and
a smile appeared on her lips
"You would be-in the book, " said
the author firmly.
"Oh, in the bookP' murmured the
Butterfly, with kind of amusement.
II see, observed the author, that
you wouldn't recognize the picture. y
The Butterfly paused before she made
any further remark. Then she asked:
"Should you be in the book yourself?'
eyes
"Who would you be?"
Surely you can guess that" said the
author.
"You mean that you'd be-
Poor and broken hearted, of course. I"
The Butterfly considered this for a
moment.
"And when was very sorry what
happened?'
"Nothinp - said the author