Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1909-02-26
the DEAR AND
The BUTTERFLY
BY Stuart 8. Stone.

"u sone TO the Emerson and
Dlo"nlng Club of Hopedale. She was
SONG to read paper on che an.
tinllstlc Aspect of Rabbi Ben Ezro ,,
anu the Very Littlest One tool, bor
departure with remarkable RESIGN ..
goh, Tor the struggle with the ontimis.
VIC aspect had not tended to ontimis,r
in its author. pun III
NOW the Very Littlest One and tho
NeNt Llttlest One could play in the
ooiner with the A-is-for-Acorn blocks
WIN no scolding one to hinder thon,
~ tne delightful, forbidden pastime of
oullulhg great Washington Monuments
ana letting them fall with narvo,
racking crash on the red and green
carpet For the terrible ones were
responsible now only to the Dresden
emma Girl, and the Dresden Cbiro
uirl sat on the sofa with the Cela.
GRATED Quarter Back and talked wisbv.
washy stuff. The Dresden China Girl
ana the Celebrated Quarter Back had
eheaged themselves just a week ago
anu 'hey thought the world merely a
pace Tor loving and had no time for
law and order arrangements in Block
Land
And you will be gone a long, long
week, murmured the Dresden China
Girl. i-'i'''
An endless, eternal week" com.
pIained the Celebrated Quarter Back.
l VIII write twice each day"
Write me the very throbbings of
your faart," pleaded the Dresden
emma Girl. Pen me the absolute
spirit of our love"
L VIII pour my intimate soul into
the black ink and spread it out over
the sheets, and you may read here
and think of me-" declared the Cele.
brated Quarter Back.
Then the loving souls managed the
surreptitious kiss of Hedging passion.
while the terrible ones in the corner
ousied with Q and H and the Zebra.
presently the Very Littlest One held
aloft a shaggy, brown beast and broke
In on the silence of love. "B is for
Bear" she prattled. "They's a bear
in this room"
"Oh, where?" shrieked the Next Lit.
TEST One; "let me hide"
There it is cried the Very Lit.
TEST One, there on the sofa holding
Aunt Elizabeth's hand. She said he
was bear. / heard her tell my nam.
ma so-and she just laughed and went
on dweadful."
The Celebrated Quarter Back set
rather remarkably fine jaw and
himself up just a wee bit.
Il see, he said frigidly, honey and
lavender to my face, and when l am
gone it is to laugh"
The adorable pink in the cheek of
the Dresden China Girl had become a
burning brick-red Richard" she said,
81 didn't mean"
"You have blasted my life!" ex-
claimed the Celebrated Quarter Back,
with the scorn of the hero in melo-
drama He was a very young thing,
and he really believed what he said
Richard" the girl began once
more, but now the Next Littlest One
had the forum.
"B is for butterfly, too" she said,
"and they's butterfly in this room"
ooh, where is the pity, pity butter
dy?" chirped the Very Littlest One.
She's on the sofa, too" said the
Next Littlest One. 81 heard Mr. Rich
ard tell another man sol was right
behind EN-"
oh" exclaimed the Dresden China
Girl. And the red in her cheeks went.
If possible, little deeper. Obi" she
cried, my name a byword for idlers
In the street,"
"Why, Elizabeth" cried the Cele.
brated Quarter Back. and the firm-set
Jaw relaxed now to take on the lines
Of the man who pleads in earnest.
How could you-"
81 will enter a convent" the ORES.
den China Girl walled. 81 will take
the veil of the forgotten and OPP
pressed" And the light of love almost
fickered and died there on the old
horsehair sofa, to give way to the 81
lent gloom of misunderstanding.
Then the Very Littlest One spoke up
again: but what is a Very Dear Old
Bear?" she cried. That's what Aunt
Elizabeth said"
"Oh!" exclaimed the young man on
the couch. And a flush of pleasure
went over the stern face. But the
girl had turned her head to the wall,
where crimson and gold flowers inter
twined in the gaudy paper.
well" chatted the Next Littlest
One that's the kind of a butterfly
Mr. Richard called her, too-he said
she was a Very Dear Little Butterfly"
"Glory!" shouted the Celebrated
Quarter Back, and clasped the Ores
den China Girl to his heart and the
Dresden China Girl did not object at
all though the terrible ones looked on
In wonder.
"Come on" babbled the Very Lit
rIest One in a moment, that game
they're playin' amt any fun; let's
build a great, big post-office house"
Two Years Past Century Mark.
Mrs. Louise Waterman Carpenter OF