Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-05-14
AUTHOR AND GIRL.

they're like that. Are they like that?
"Well, don't always get such an
inspiration, the author admitted. If
I always could
II might come and sit by you, sug-
gested the Butterfly thoughtfully.
"Not in working hours, thanks,
said the author hastily.
"That's very horrid Of you! I
shouldn't get in the way"
"Oh, yes, you would"
"But I'd-shut Them"
"What would happen then?" asked
the author, smiling.
"Oh, please be sensible" implored
the Butterfly. II was told you were SO
clever, you know
cts term of abuse nowadays" OBJ
served the author resignedly.
"I'm not clever. you know. My sis
ter Mildred is, though. -
"But them began the author.
"Why, she's 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.
CAN right She thinks I'm q pub.
lisher," and he smiled at the Butter
fiy's caution.
"Did you tell her so?'
"Well, live by telling them, pro.
tested the author.
"Are 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 nicer"
"No."
They're notI Nor your heroes eli.
ther?"
Beasts" said the author gloomily.
The Butterfly looked at him sympa-
thetically.
"Ishould 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 I see"
"But you know some nice men sure
ly?'
"All the men I 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
syou."
The Butterfly glanced again toward
mamma.
You're sure she thinks"- she be-
gan.
Certain tho 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 I did,"
"Why. Of course would. You'd give
me copy, wouldn't your
In return for
my help" put in the Butterfly has
tily. II wonder if I should recognize
myself, thought
II don't expect you would" said the
author.
"What should you make me do?"
II should make you break poor
mans heart. t."
"Only one?" asked the Butterfly.
1t doesn't do. said the author apol-
ogetically, ito divide the interest. But
for that I'd make it a score
ooh, it's not 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.."
"A 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.
The Butterfly looked up at him, then
down on her lap, then up at him again.
"Think sop asked the Butterfly, and
smile appeared on her lips.
"You would be-in the book, I" said
the author firmly.
"Oh, in the book!" murmured the
Butterfly, with kind Of amusement.
II see," observed the author, "that
you wouldn't recognize the picture"
The Butterfly paused before she made
any further remark. Then she asked:
Should you be in the book yourselfi"
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. "
The Butterfly considered this for q
moment
"And when I was very sorry what
happened9"
Nothing" said the author.
''That doesn't sound very amusing. "
observed the Butterfly.
mo. It's realistic book, " said the
author.
"Who was the rich man in the book"