The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1895-01-16
AUTHOR AND GIRL.

AUTHOR AND GIRL.
"And you really write books2 Fancy
How do you do it?''
"Oh, don't know How do you in
vent new frook?''
81 sit-and think-and frown--and
scold my maid. -
"My process is just the same. "
"Fancyl wonder if I've read any of
your books. No, don't think have.
You see, don't read much. T"
your eyes were made for something
better, :" observed the author politely.
ooh. now, that's out of one of them.
Isn't it? Yes, | shall read them if
they're like that Are they like that?"
"Well, don't always get such an
inspiration, the author admitted. "If
l always could
81 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'll /
shouldn't get in the way"
"Oh, yes, you would. "
"But Id-shut them.
"What would happen then2' asked
the author, smiling.
"Oh, please be sensible" implored
the Butterfly. 81 was told you were so
clever, you know.
cts a 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 q sweet looking girl, I"
interrupted the Butterfly in apparent
indignation.
"They always are, said the author.
Mammals looking this way" re-
marked the Butterfly after pause.
"All right. She thinks I'm pub
lisher," and he smiled at the Butter
fy's caution.
Ibid you tell her SOP
"Well, 1 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 tho au-
thor.
"And are your heroines nicer"
mo. F."
They're notl Nor your heroes Ell
ther?''
Beasts, - said the author gloomily.
The Butterfly looked at him sympa-
thetioally.
81 should have nice hero anyhow, !"
she remarked. ''Heroines don't matter
so much Why don't You make them
niee?''
Il can only draw from what see"
but you know some nice men sure
ly2'
"All the men know" said the au-
thor, with emphasis, are
"But | know lot of men you do,
and"-
"They re all in love with you," con-
cluded the author '"That's Why
"They IRE horrid.
Eyes, and why / wanted to know
you. -
The Butterfly glanced again toward
mamma.
YOU'RE sure she thinks she be-
gan.
Certain, the 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 il did?"
"Why. of course would. You'd give
me copy, wouldn't you?''
"In return for
My help" put in the Butterfly has
tily. II wonder if should recognize
myself, thought
II don't expect you would" said the
author.
"What should you make mo do?''
81 should make you break poor
mans heart. :"
"Only one?" asked the Butterfly.
at doesn't do, said tho author apol-
ogetically, ito 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. "
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 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 SOP" asked the Butterfly, and
smile appeared ON her lips.
"You would be-in the book" said
the author firmly.
ooh, in the bookl' murmured the
Butterfly, with kind of amusement.
81 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 YOURSELF"
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
moment.
'And when l was very sorry what
happened"
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?"
asked the Butterfly almost in a whisper.
The author covertly pointed as he
answered, THAT man talking to your
mother. I"
"Ohl" said the Butterfly as she blush
ed. Then she added, "Books aren't
bit like life, are they?'
"This one is, insisted the author
at will be horrid book, said the
Butterfiv