Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1895-01-24
WOODBURY., N J, THURSDAY, JANUARY "a 1895

Inc author cOvertay poinced az ne
answered. "That man talking to your
mother. T"
"Ohp said the Butterfly as she blush
ed Then she added, Books aren't a
bit like life, are they?"
''This one is, =" insisted the author.
''It viii be horrid book, said the
Butterfly.
"Abominable, assented the author.
They both sighed.
Nothing at all happened?' she ask
ed again.
He was not killed in the hunting
field" said the author.
Not even after ever so many years
three or four. mean?"
mo, never. He lived on"
The Butterfly was looking attentive
ly at the man who was talking to her
mother
1T will be q horrid book" she said,
with little shudder.
But you couldn't help yourself He
was SO splendidly rich, you see. "
WAS it-yery awful"
Dull as ditch water. You'd never
cared for him, you see.
Hadn't I?'' asked the Butterfly.
There was pause. Then the Butter
fly, with yet another glance across the
room. added in whisper:
"Why doyou write 1t il it's horrid?"
"Why do your" asked the author.
The Butterfly unbuttoned her glove
and huttOned IL again
"Were you always broken hearted?"
she asked
To the very end. "
"And were you always poor?"
The author smiled.
'I made a most wonderful success, :"
said he dreamily, with q book that
came out exactly one week after the
wedding"
"Then you were an author in the
book too?''
''The portrait Of me is exact in every
particular. said he
"And Of me-is it?" asked the But
terfy, still engaged with her glove.
"Well, is itf'' asked the author
care you mercenaryy'
"a little" said the Butterfly. with a
pout.
sWorldly?"
II like nice things" said the Butter
fly, with a sigh.
Shallow hearted?" asked the au-
thor, bending down to her.
"Well, can you see TO the bottom Of
it?' she asked.
"I'm trying. There's something
right at the bottom
Is there?" she asked, and she open
ed her fan.
: II wonder if could dive In and get
itr
81 shouldn't do that. I should let it
stay" said the Butterfly.
"Really1' asked the author.
Perhaps, said the Butterfly.
"And the book?r
Don't write 1t, whispered the But
terfly.
At this moment the mother Of the
Butterfly and the man opposite rose.
Unjust go, said the Butterfly. FITS
funny I met you. 1--we seen you
about so often. ("
I've seen you about, too,n said tire
author.
The mother Of the Butterfly and the
man were close now.
IF write the book, may I send you
copy7' asked the author.
''The book" said the Butterfly, sis
not to be written, y and she turned most
graciously to the man as he approached
The author bowed and escaped.
Eve been telling yonr mother who
that fellow is, " said the man.
''Yes, said the Butterfy's mother.
with significant air; 81 was mistaken
about him. He's just a-writer -
"Of very stupid books. said the man.
The Butterfly looked at him for an
instant. Then she observed In q distant
manner, well. I've just prevented him
writing stupider one still. :"
"Whas aboutf'' ne asked
"Curiously enough-you, returned
the Butterfly.
"Confound himi What would he have
said about me?"
Nothing" said the Butterfly, with
marked emphasis. tnat ~ II tne very
lest likely to be true. So told him to
leave you out. But said he might
write about me If he liked. -
Does he want tor" asked her mother
why, yes, think so. " smiled the
Butterfly.
"It won't be itmore true, growl-
ed the man.
''I don't know about thai, said the
Butterfly, and she smiled again An
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