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

asked the Butterfly almost In q whisper.
The author coyertly pointed as he
answered, THAT marl talking to your
mother.
"Ohi" said the Butterfly as she blush
ed. Then she added, Books aren't 0
bit like life, are they?"
This enc is, " insisted the author.
1T viii be q horrid book, said the
Butterfly.
"Abominable, +" assented the author.
They both sighed.
Nothing at all happened?'' she ask
cd again.
He was not killed in the hunting
field" said the author.
mot even after ever SO many years
three or four, / mean?"
mo, never. He lived on"
The Butterfly was looking attentive
~ at the man who was talking to her
mother.
1T will be a horrid book. " she said.
with a little shudder.
"But You couldn't help yourself. He
was so splendidly rich, You see.
WAS livery awful"
Dull rs ditch water. You'd never
cared for him, You see"
"Hadn't I?'' asked the Butterfly.
There was a pause. Then the Butter
fly, with yet another glance across the
room, added in q whisper:
"Why do you write 1t If it's horrid?"
"Why do you?' asked the author.
The Butterfly u%nbuttoned her glove
and buttoned it again.
Were you always broken hearted?"
she asked.
ITO the very end"
"And were you always poor?"
The author smiled.
II made a most wonderful success, -
said he dreamily, with q book that
came out exactly one week after the
wedding"
book too?"
"The, portrait of me is exact in every
particular, /" said he.
And of me-is it?'' asked the But.
terfly, still engaged with her glove.
"Well, is it?'' asked the author.
"Are you mercenary?"
"a little. " said the Butterfly. with q
pout-
"Worldly?"
81 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 Mt the bottom
us there?" she asked, and she open
ed her fan.
: ST wonder if / could dive in and get
itP'
ST shouldn't do that. / should let it
stay" said the Butterfly.
Really" asked the author.
perhaps" said the Butterfly.
"And the book?"
Don't write it, whispered the But
terfly. >.
At this moment the mother of the
Butterfly and the man opposite rose.
Unjust go, = said the Butterfly. ''It's
funny ! met you. live 9 you
about 50 often.
I've seen you about, too, " said the
author. ss.
The mother of the Butterfly and the
man were close nov.
''If / write the book, may I send you
q copy?'' asked the author. :
1.-The book, said the Butterfly, sis
not to be written, " and she turned most
graciously to the man as he approached.
The author bowed and escaped.
I've been telling your mother who
that fellow is, said the man.
Eyes," said the Butterfly's mother,
with o significant air; IT 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 a stupider one still.
"What about?" he asked.
"Curiously enough-you," returned
the Butterfly.
"Confound himl What would he have
said about me?'
Nothing. " said the Butterfly, with
marked emphasis, that is in the very
lest likely to be true. So I told him TO
leave You out. But / said he might
write about me if he liked"
docs he want top asked her mother.
Why, yes. | think SC" smiled the
Butterfly.
1T won't be a bitmore true, y growl-
Cd the man.
II don't know about that, = said the
Butterfly, and she smiled again.-An-
thony Hope i'm National Observer.
Agreed With His Gross Examiner.
Mr.. James Hyde, once a lawyer in q