The evening Republican., 1902-05-17
THE.BUTTRR-
FLY CLUB.

mentally and spiritually, rlsln &,
soaring flying above the drudger-
les of life, refusing 10 be 'grubs
and worms OF the dust.
"suggestive OF itivolity, stuff,
futter and show
"You know. Jack. butterflies
never pass you without a eIeam OF
color, beauty aud gladness. Don't
you boys hear the heavenly rustic
OF golden wings as they tluttcr by
That was enough for Jack. The
two friends laughed aud de clarcd
"leuu,c Wren" as she was called
a splendid president ot the new
club.
Jennie. the Whitmans are at
the Shorebam. and want you and
your mother to call. If you will. l
wish she could come here to your
club entertainment
"Jack Hewitt Blair. Invite
Madame De Witt Whitman to the
Butterfly Club Jennie closed
her ewes and iell back limp upon
tuS OOitI AuShiOH. u GoS"SA AA
yile the Pope or Cardibal..'
"Fudse She is lit prejudiced
and peculiar about society girls
has none OF her own. and well, l
want her 10 meet the' president.
Horace, Of course. VIII be there. ~
"Ne,er, Jack! Mrs. Whitman
despiscs us. AS for clubs, they OF
Philadelphia enjoy only Civic
Cubs, 'Iegislation,' bigger educa-
ton, free trade, sanitary mea.
sures. etc
"lIoracc is the tluest, most loving
son ON earth, ido!izeS that splendid
mother OF his, but they can't agree
upon girls. Now, Jennie, l depend
upon such u little golden butterfly as
your own self to wipe the mist off
her glasses. y
The club met in the large, bcauti-
ful drawing room Of the Warrcns'
home. y shor. play, good music,
wUndrous butterfly LableauX, Y fine
supper and the first club meeting was
voted a grand success. OutwarIlv in
silkcn raimcnt, inwardlv filed with
rippling laughter, glad for every joy
Of living, fearing nothing but hold
ing worlds of healthy courage, yo"th
and strength for cloudy weather.
"Miss Warren, take ita great
honor to have been Il guest" said
Mrs. Whitman as She held Jennie s
tiny band and said "Good-night.'
"Thanks. hope the giddy but
terflies have not shocked you too
much! We do sound frivolous, but
we discuss very grave questions
sometimes"
Jack insisted that butterflies bore
the exact ressmblanceto pretty girls
that beetles, June bugs, bats, or
toads did to boys and men. Why
not have grasshopper clubs'
Now, mother" exclaimed Hor-
ace, butterflies are not SO bad. How
do you like them!'
Charming girls, my son and well
named | enjoyed them as one
does blossoms On a summers day,
brown gold and pale blue perfect
butterflies, busy, quite busy being
idle"
"Dun't You think, mother dear,
the Lord made the butterfly as per
| feet as the bee and as pleasing III
His sight
We won t discuss it, my boy. Your
charming friends were good TO ME.
enjoyed them and appreciate their
fine, rare quality, grace. ease, beauty
Of speech and manner, but YOU know
don':, for my son, choose COLDER
brown butterfly for awife.
You think them useless lot be.
cause they chance to have money arc
young and beautiful. Gabriel him
seIfwas young once.
Don't he sacrllegious Horace. l
love youth, and mercy. and socia
| position. but these possessions shoult
bring more than pleasure. When
see society swallow up the dear girls
fresh from school and college, drol
them into a sea Of balls aud partie
theatres and receptions, cannot for
give the mothers: neither can ! chos'
the seasons telle for one dear son.
| "And yet, mother, | really beIiev'
that should u live butterfly touch ny
unworthy head with its beautiful
wings my heart would be a wreck. -
"ls 1t Jennie, them
"What could such a child ufluXur,
and beauty wantol your poor young
lawyer boy? y
| "That'S not the point. Love laugh
/ at poverty, but how can these girls
smothered under the nothiugs 0
fashion and careless ease, love goot
true man, whose aims are ofar above
theirS?'
| Horace laughed aloud and kisset
his handsome mother heartily.
| ''ltsno use, but hold Oh to me fast
these butterflies have 'takin ways
am like the old farmer who said
1--WE know she will, or else sh
! won't,
| Twill be the same as now;
| And II she does,
Or il she don't
| God bless her, anyhow!
With her arms around her tai
boy Mrs. Whitman said: she
| some Nv here, my son. Don't hurry
| When love brings her. ! want sh
should be merry and loving, but sh
must be wise. tender and good
more beautiful aud earnest than
| Washington butterfly"