The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1895-02-08
AUTHOR AND GIRL.

"And you really write books? Fancy
How do you do it?''
"Oh, 1 don't know. How do you in.
vent new frock?''
81 sit-and think-and frown-and
scold my maid. 7"
my process is just the same. :"
Fancy I wonder if I've read any of
your books. No, don't think have,
You see, l don't read much. T"
Your eyes were made for something
better observed the author politely.
"Oh, now, that's out of one of them
Isn't it? Yes, I shall read them if
they're like that Are they like that?"
"Well, don't always get such an
inspiration, the author admitted eff
1 always could
81 might come and sit by you, sug
gested the Butterfly thoughtfully.
mot in working hours, thanks,
said the author hastily
"That's very horrid of you'll l
shouldn't get in the way"
'Oh, yes, you would. "
But ld-Shut them.
"What would happen them" asked
the author, smiling
ooh, please be sensible, F" implored
the Butterfly. 81 was told you were so
clever, you know"
cts 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 a 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.
"AlI right She thinks I'm pub
Usher" and he smiled at the Butter
fy's caution.
'Did you tell her sop
"Well, live by telling them" pro-
tested the author.
''Are your books ever about-about
love, you know?"
Always" he answered, with toach
of melancholy,
Don't you get rather tired of itp'
"Of writing about it, said the au-
thor
"And are your heroines nicer"
"No."
They're notl Nor your heroes Ell
ther?''
Beasts" said the author gloomily.
The Butterfly looked at him sympa-
thetically,
81 should have nice hero anyhow"
she remarked. "Heroines don't matter
so much. Why don't you make them
nicer"
81 can only draw from what see"
But you know some nice men sure
ly?"
"All the men know" said the az.
thor, with emphasis, "are"-
''But I know a lot of men you do,
and"-
"They'r all in love with you, con.
oluded the author. "That's Why
They're 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 if did?"
"Why, of course would. You'd give
me copy, wouldn't your"
SIN return fort
my help" put in the Butterfly has
tily. 81 wonder if should recognize
myself, thought"
81 don't expect you would, said the
author.
"What should you make me dor"
ST should make you break poor
mans heart. :"
"Only one?" asked the Butterfly.
sit doesn't do, " said the author apol
ogetically, tto divide the interest But
for that I'd make it a score %
"Oh, 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"
ga lord, 1 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, p" said the author.
The Butterfly looked up at him, then
down on her lap, then up at him again.
"Think so?' asked the Butterfly, and
a smile appeared on her lips.
"You would be-in the book, " said
the author firmly.
"Oh, in the bookP' murmured the
Butterfly, with a kind of amusement.
81 see" observed the author, "that
you wouldn' t recognize the picture. y
The Butterfly paused before she made
any further remark. Then she asked
Should you be in the book yourself?"