The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1895-03-14
AUTHOR AND GIRL.

your books No, 1 don't think l have
You see, don't read much. "
Your eyes were made for somethin
better, observed the author politely.
"Oh, now, that's out of one of them
! Isn't it? Yes, shall read them i
they're like that. Are they like that?'
"Well, I don't always get such al
inspiration, the author admitted. 81
L always could
II 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 I'd-shut them"
"What would happen tIien?" asked
the author, smiling.
"Oh, please be sensible" implored
the Butterfly. 81 was told you were sc
clever you know"
TITS a term of abuse nowadays, " OBJ.
served the author resignedly.
''Im not clever, you know. My sis
ter Mildred Is, though.
"But them began the author
"Why, she's a sweet looking girl, "
interrupted the Butterfly in apparent
Indignation.
"They always are, IT." said the author
Mammals looking this way" re-
marked the Butterfly after pause.
"All right She thinks I'm pub
Usher, +" and he smiled at the Butter
hy's caution.
"Did you tell her 500"
"Wel, live by telling them, pro-
tested the author.
Are your books ever about-about
love, you know"
always, " ne answered, with toach
of melancholy.
Don't you get rather tired of ita'
''Of writing about it, !" said the au-
thor
"And are your heroines nicer"
mo"
They're notl Nor your heroes Ell
ther?"
beasts, " said the author gloomily.
The Butterfly looked at him sympa.
thetically.
II should have nice hero anyhow"
she remarked. "Heroines don't matter
so much. Why don't you make them
nice?"
81 can only draw from what I see !"
"But you know some nice men sure
Typ
"AIl the men know, " said the az,
thor, with emphasis, "are"-
"But l know lot of men you do.
and"-
They're all in love with you, con.
oluded the author. THAT'S Why
They're horrid.
Eyes, and why I 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 if did?"
"Why, of course l would. You'd give |
me copy, wouldn't your"
''In return for
"My help, put in the Butterfly has
lily. 81 wonder if 1 should recognize
myself, thought
81 don't expect you would" said the
author.
"What should you make me doP''
81 should make you break poor
mans heart. %
"Only one?" asked the Butterfly.
"It doesn't do, " said the author apol-
to divide the interest. But
or that I'd make it score.
"Oh, it's not a score, murmured the
Butterfly as she played with her fan.
"And then you'd marry a rich man."
eyes, yes; that's very good. Go on"
ga lord, 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
one it, " said the author.
The Butterfly looked up at him, then
own on her lap, then up at him again.
'"Think so?' asked the Butterfly, and
smile appeared on her lips.
"You would be-in the book" said
be author firmly.
"Oh, in the bookp' murmured the
with kind of amusement.
at ~ - oleor1,o5 fI,o o1+L,o, ET&L,o& |
on wouldn' t recognize the picture"
The Butterfly paused before she made
ny further remark. Then she asked:
''Should you be in the book yourself?"
eyes.
"Who would you be?"
Surely you can guess that, =" said the
uthor
"You mean that you'd be-
"Poor and broken hearted, of course "
The Butterfly considered this for
loment.
'And when I was = sorry what
''Nothing, said the author.
"That doesn't sound very amusing"
bserved the Butterfly.
''No. It's realistic book" said the
uthor.
"Who was the rich man in the bookF"
sked the Butterfly almost in a whisper.
The author covertly pointed as he
THAT man talking to your
Mother"
"Ohp said the Butterfly as she blush
d. Then she added, Books aren't
it like life, are they?"
'"This one is, " insisted the author.
cit will be horrid book, F" said the
Accountable, assented the author.
They both sighed.
Nothing at all happened?" she ask
d again. !