The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1895-01-21
AUTHOR AND GIRL.

"And you really write books? Fancy
How do you do it?"
"Oh. / don't know. How do you in
rent a new frock?''
81 sit-and think-and frown-and
scold my maid"
My process is just the same"
"Fancyl / wonder ii I've read any OF
your books No, i don't think i have.
You see, ] don't read much"
"Your eyes were made for something
better. :" observed the author politely.
"Oh. now, that's eut of m of them.
Isn't it? Yes, / shall read them if
they're like that. Are they like that?''
well, I don't always get such an
inspiration, " the author admitted. "If
I always could"-
81 might come and sit by you, " sug-
gested the Butterfly thoughtfully.
mot 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 Id-shut Them"
"What would happen them" asked
the author, smiling.
"Oh, please be sensible, - implored
the Butterfly. II was told you were SO
clever, you know"
Its a term of abuse nowadays, " OBJ
served the author resignedly.
"I'm not clever, You know. My sis
ter Mildred is, though"
GED.-A &LnwI H1~nN AL ~-&Lz-
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 q pause.
"AlI right. She thinks I'm a pub
Usher" and he smiled at the Butter
fy's caution.
Ibid you tell her SOP"
"Well, I live by telling them" pro-
tested the author.
"Are our books ever about-about
love, you know"
always, " he answered, with q touch
of melancholy.
Don't you get rather tired Of it?''
"Of writing about it, said the an
thor.
"And are your heroines nicer"
mo"
They're not! Nor your heroes Ell
ther?' "
beasts, " said the author gloomily.
The Butterfly looked at him sympa-
t~hetically.
"IshouId have q nice hero anyhow"
she remarked. "Heroines don't matter
SO much. Why don't You make them
nicer"
81 can only draw from what / see."
But you know some nice men sure
ly?"
IAN the men / know" said the au-
thor, with emphasis, ARE
"But I know a 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 / wanted to know
you"
The Butterfly glanced again toward
mamma.
4Ou rs SuI6 SIG IullkE 6D9 De-
gan. &C.,.
Certain" the author assured her,
with another smile.
why did you want to know me? Do
you want to put me in a book?''
Would you read yourself il / did?''
why, OF course I would. You'd give
me a copy, wouldn't your"
stTvH ~nA-~., fn.fY
my help, " put In the Butterfly has
lilly. II wonder if I should recognize
myself, thought"
II don's expect You would, " said the
author.
What should you make me do?"
II should make You break q poor
mans heart"
"Only one?" asked the Butterfly.
"It doesn't do, said the author apol-
o~getically, ''to divide the interest. But
for that I'd make it a score"
"Oh, it's not a score, " murmured the
Butterfly as she played with her fan.
"And then you'd marry a rich nan"
"Yes, yes; that's very good. Go on.
"A lord, / think" +,
All AOb particular hDUub bnat.
And them The author seemed to
hesitate.
well, and then?"
"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 so?" asked the Butterfly, and
Q smile appeared on her lips.
"You would be-in the book, y said
the author firmly.
"Oh, in the book!'' murmured the
Butterfly. with a kind of amusement.
Il see, : observed the author, that
you wouldn't recognize the picture. "
The Butterfly paused before she made
any further remark. Then she asked:
Should ron be in the book yourself?''
Eyes"
WHO would you be2'
Surely you can guess that, " said the
anthor.
lyon mean that you'd be-
Poor and broken hearted, of course. |"
The Butterfly considered this for a