Los Angeles herald., 1907-02-17

Don't be silly Bobby ] camel came
She looked vaguely around the room and he
wondered whether she remembered that il was
for the last time. "Oh-l suppose to say I'm
of. YOU know. Bobby-"-thCrc was an odd
sound in her voice and she tried to force .
laugh -"Bobby. il | never came hock-if some.
thing anything happened wonder what you'd
dos You'd have So much without me, your work,
your success your friends. | think you would get
on very we'll
Evcrlcgh looked at the book which hid Charles
Campicn's letter; he dared not look at her.
"l'm sorry YOU think So, he said, Its not
true
Isn't its Oh, you're everything that's good
and kird, Rchby, only don't think | matter
much to you | think you'd do just as well
without me, Ot course-at drt-' she paused
for second-"at first | meant to be 80 differ
cut. meant to help you. Don't laugh
at me. OF course, | knew | wasn't
clever. hut | thought YOU might like to read me
the things YOU wrote-to ask lc il | liked them.
hut YOU never did. | wanted to help you
So | got you some paper one day-but you
never use it. And it was so prctty-such lovely
pink"
Il couldn't use-pnk paper" Everleigh mur.
mured
III were a publisher I should jump at any
thing written that paper. And, Bob
hy one day when you were out | cleaned the
typewriter for you'll thought you'd be so pleased
and the next day you gave Robins notice for
knocking it down and spelling it, though he
swore he hadn't and sent for a new one"
There was long silence. Everleigh's eyes
were still upon the book which hid Campion's
letter. He began to understand why that letter
had been written, why Campon had said that
Lady Everleigh's husband did not care for her
. What could he say to her, how could
he make her understand? The words that usu-
allv came so easily to him would not come now.
He thought of the useless pink paper, of the
ruined typewriter-and was dumb.
II shall be late" he heard her saying Good
goodnight Bobby"
She was almost at the door when his voice
reached her. 1t had sound which startled
her
"Eva-come here-come back l want you"
She came back, obediently, like a child, with
wide ewes and a wondering face. lie looked at
her He thought of Campion's letter-of the blue
butterfly whirling out into the night.
you want me?" she said slowly. Not really.
Bobby"
Eyes. I want you to do something for me-
tomorrow morning. Will you?"
Tomorrow morning.?
eyes. | want you to clean my typewriter
the new one. And l have something to read to
you Will you promise to Gomez
Tomorrow" she repeated He saw the color
sweep over her pale face--the wonder and re-
morse in her eyes. "Oh, Bobby-you do want
me after all-and II don't know how to tell
you, but"
Don't tell me- he said. run away to your
dance. dear, and enjoy yourself. We've gone
wrong somehow, Eva--we've made a mess of life,
and it's my fault; but we'll make fresh start
Long after she had gone Everleigh looked up
Through the open window of the noisy London
night came floating, unharmed and unafraid, a
scrap Of blue and silver, and alighted once again
on his writing pad, and folded-contentedly
fairy wings of hope. And Everleigh looked at
it with eyes that saw it through a mist. "The
gods have sent a good omen," he said softly.
For he knew that another butterfly would
come back out of the night, as this had come.