Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1895-04-19
AUTHOR AND GIRL.


scold my maid"
my process IS Just the same"
''Fancyl / wonder il Two readthny OF
your books. No, l don't think / have.
You see, l don't read much"
your eyes were made for something
better. - observed the author politely.
"Oh, 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
/ always could
II might come aud sit by you, " sug-
gested tho Butterfly thoughtfully.
mot IN working hours, thanks
said the author hastily.
That's very horrid Of you'll /
shouldu't get in the way"
''Oh, yes, you would"
"But I'd-shut them"
"What would happen then?" asked
the author. smiling.
ooh, please DO sensible, " implored
the Butterfly. II was told you were so
clever, you know"
''It's a term Of abuse nowadays, " OBJ
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"I'm not clever, you know. My sis
ter Mildred is, though"
"But them began tho author.
''Why, she's a sweet looking girl"
interrupted tho Butterfly in apparent
indignation.
''They always are" said tho author.
Mammals looking this way, re-
marked the Butterfly after q pause.
"Al right. She thinks I'm q pub
Usher" and he smiled at the Butter
fy's caution.
"Did you tell her SOP
"well, l live by telling them" pro
tested the author.
''Are your books ever a~bout-about
love, you know"
always, " ne answered, with a touch
of melancholy.
Don't you get rather tired of it?"
"Of writing about it, " said the au-
thor.
''And arc your heroines nice?"
"No."
They're notl Nor your heroes Ell
ther?"
beasts, " said the author gloomily.
The Butterfly looked at him sympa-
thotically.
'I should have a nice hero anyhow .
she remarked. "Heroines don't matter
so much. Why don't you make then
nicer"
II can only draw from what I see.
"But you know some nice men sure
ly?"
"All tho men l know, said the au-
thor, with emphasis, ARE
"But / know q 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 I wanted to know
you"
mamma.
You're sure she thinks sho be
gan.
Certain" tho author assured her
with another smile.
"Why did you want to know mo? d
you want to put me in q bOok?'
''Would you read yourself If / did?''
why, Of course I would. You'd Civ
me a copy, wouldn't your"
''In return for
''My help" put In the butterfly has
tily. IL wonder If / should recognize
myself. thought
II don't expect you would, said til
author.
what should you make mo do?"
IT should make you break a poe
mans heart"
"Oply ono?'' asked tho Butterfly.
at doesn't do. " said the author apo
oRetically, ''to divide the interest. Blu
for that I'd make it n score"
"Oh, it's not a score, y murmured til
Butterfly as she played with her fan.
"And then you'd marry q rich man.
eyes, yes; that's very good. Go on,
"a lord, 1 think.
"I'm not particular about that.
"And them The author seemed
hesitate.
"Weil, and then?'
''Then you'd DO very sorry you
done it, said the author.
The Butterfly looked up OF him, the
down on her lap, then up at him agail
"Think so?" asked the Butterfly, al
a smile appeared on her lips.
"You world be-in the book, &" sal
the author firmly.
"Oh, in the b0okl' murmured q
Butterfly. with a kind Of amusement.
II see, " observed the author, 18th
you wouldn't recognize the picture.
The Butterfly paused before she ma'
ny further remark. Then she asked
"should you be in the book yourselff
"Yes"
"Who would you be?"
Surely you can guess that, said q
author.
lyon mean that you'd be-
Poor and broken hearted, Of course.
The Butterfly considered this for
moment
''And when ! was very sorry WIN
happenedl"
Nothing, " said the author.
''That doesn't sound very amusing
observed the Butterfly.
"No. It's a realistic book, T" sal d
author.
tsuUho s,ne tho rich man Ia the hook