The Washington times., 1909-10-06
DISsECTING a BUTTEIeFLY.
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DISSECTING a BUTTEISFLY.
AT SEE sand the woman on the
L throne. sim in that low. emo
tiouless tone. I see a little white cot
tege out IN Kansas with sunnowers
planted ali about the DOOR and level
fields Of hgh-standing corn stretching
For the love OF Nike" muttered
Davis behind the draperies. what IN
J Sam Hin is she trying TO get att Is
she simply amusing herself or is she
up In the air and spauing for wind
cut il outlT he Kissed into the teIe-
phone. There's no need Of all that
tolnInyrot- Just tell her you decline TO
discuss the affair on the roof, that the
danger has been averted lgy your ef-
forts; but that If you put It into words
II might loom up again as formidable
as ever Say, instead, that youn give
her a reading Of her future. Don't be
afraid bat that she'll swallow it, That
skepuclsm Of hers is all put on"
But Edythe paid no more heed to
him than she had 70 the previous in
terruption Of the girl
II see, she went on, - curiOusiy
shaped weeping willow tree at the side
Of the house with "a rustic seat under
Its lOW-hanging branches upOn which
sleeps a tortoise shell cat, with one ear
gone"
Dorothy gave a low, startled cry. and
suosided Imply into the seat she had
hitherto scorned.
why" she exclaimed, wonderinplv
the cat is Carrie Nation who lost her
ear IN d fight with a weasel. How did
you ever know about it2 I've never
told anybody in New York where I
came from
No answer was v0uchsafed TO her
question however, the prophecies, set
and staring, merely continued her de-
scription.
at is sunset. she said. From time
20 time there appears at the door OF
The cottage gazing anxlously up the
rrHa rs.ls .nIsr@
front gate, O woman stin young, and
showing traces OF "a vanished prettiness
IN her face. but with stopped. Jcil-worn
shoulders and streaks OF gray in her
thinning hair. She seeu1s fran aud det-
lcate, ana coughs racldngly as she
clutches to the dOCr-post for support
The show girl threw her hands up
70 her face and sobbed audibly
I Mother" she asseuted, her voice
cpoked. Poor. poor mother
stop! That ts enough, she demand
ed, with "a gesture Of remDustTance.
but the woman on the throne gave no
Indication that she even heard her, and
stil the revelation proceeded.
More and more often does the
4 dropping figure appear at the cottage
door, straining her gaze toward the
broom factory half mile away, for
il IS growing late, and she IS worried
because a wayward daughter who is
employed at the factory does not re-
turn.
other young people Of the neighbor-
hood who work at the same place DaeS
the gate. Her husband comes in from
the fields and gtOldly eats his supper
but the mother still dnEcrs at the door
watching and waiting
AT last, she can bear 70 no longer
In her growing anxiety, she rOuses mp
her husband and sends him forth 90
make Inquiries, and rucn tries to en-
gross herself in her household tasks. al
though almost every minute She VIII
stop 30 listen or make one Of her hurried
trips 20 the door
The gate clicks az length In her inn
patience. she would run 90 see; bat
something restraints her. She can sim
ply stand. breathless. one hand pressed
10 her heart 10 stiU ITS apprehcnsive
beating Her stralnlnE ears catch the
sound Of footsteps on the path without.
but they are only those or her husband,
and they are slow and hesitating.
"He enters heavily, and meets her
wide. questioning gaze
Yes he says. bitterly. she's gone.
ElOped this morning with that dancer
who was at the town hail on Saturday
night. II amt no use to try 10 f0lIer
en- now She's dead 10 as. curse herr
The mother gives n single stricken
cry and falls 20 the floor a. great gllsh
Of blood streaming from her lips When
The husband picks her up she is dead"
The beauty was weeping agitatcdly by
this time. her shoulders quivering and
shaking under her expensive lace coat
her gloves rent and torn by The distract
ed twisting Of her fingers. the rouge
upon her cheeks furroWcd by unheeded
tears
"Oh, no morei No morer' she beg
geo, brokenly. I'm PHYS name stop
and let me 60"
Yet. fascinated and spellbouud In
spite OF herself. she held her seat. and
stii the unreienung, passionless tones
proceeded
''The scene changes" said the
prophecies ''I see now a low smoky
concert hall in the sIlfms ~ a Western
city. Upon tho stage there is "a cheap
turn "a pfogEess@ between -asaTnan and