Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1895-02-08

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Mammals looking this way" re
marked the Butterfly after pause.
Gail right. She thinks I'm pub
Usher" and he smiled at the Butter
fly's caution.
''Did 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?"
"No"
"They're not! Nor your heroes Ell
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 then
nice?''
81 can only draw from what see. :"
"But you know some nice men sure
ly?"
"All the men I 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."
"Yes, and why I wanted to know
you.
The Butterfly glanced again toward
mamma.
you're sure she thinks she be-
gan.
sCertain, the author assured her,
with another smile.
"Why did you want to know me? Dc
you want to put me in a book?"
"Would you read yourself if I did?''
"Why, of course would. You'd give
me a copy, wouldn't you?''
SIN return for''-
"My help" put in the Butterfly has
tily. 81 wonder If I should recognize
myself, thought
81 don't expect you would" said the
author.
"What should you make me do?''
II should make you break poor
mans heart. -
''Only one?" asked the Butterfly.
SIT doesn't do, said the author apol-
ogetically, ''to divide the interest. But
for that I'd make it score. :"
ooh, it's not score, murmured the
Butterfly as she played with her fan.
"And then you'd marry rich man. u
"Yes, yes; that's very good. Go on. y
"A lord, I 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 OH her lips.
"You would be-in the book" said
the author firmly.
"Oh, in the book" murmured the
Butterfly. with kind Of amusement
''I see," observed the author, "tha.
you wouldn't recognize the picture.
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-
'sPoor and broken hearted, of course. -
The Butterfly considered this for a
moment.
"And when I was very sorry what
happened?"
''Nothing," said the author.
''That doesn't sound very amusing, "
observed the Butterfly.
''No. It's realistic book" said the
author.
"Who was the rich man in the book2''
asked the Butterfly almost in a whisper.
The author covertly pointed as be
answered, ''That man talking to your
mother"
"Oh!" 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.
eft will be horrid book" said the
Butterfly.
Accountable, 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?"
"No, never He lived on"
The Butterfly was looking attentive
mother.
sit will be horrid book" she said,
with little shudder.
"But you couldn't help yourself. He
was SO splendidly rich, you see.'
"Was livery awful?'
Dull as ditch water. You'd never
cared for him, you sec."
Hadn't I?' asked lie Butterfly.
There was pause. Then the Butter
fly, with yet another glance across the
room, added in whisper:
why do you write it if it's horrid?"
"Why do yon?" asked the author.
The Butterfly unbuttoned her glove
and buttoned it again.
"Were you always broken heartfelt"
she asked.
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"And were you always poor?"
The author smiled.
II made most wonderful SUCCESS. :"