Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1909-03-12
the BEAR An
THE BUTTERFLY
BY Stuart q. Stone.

One had gone to the Emerson and
Browning Club of Hopedale. she was
going to read a paper on 1.-THE Op-
timistlc Aspect OF Rabbi Ben Ezra"
and the Very Littlest One took her
departure with a remarkable resigna.
ton, for the struggle with the Optimls-
tic Aspect had not tended to optimism
In its author
Now the Very Littlest One and the
Next Littlest One could play In the
corner with the A.ls-for-Acorn blocks
with no scolding one to hinder them
In the delightful, forbidden pastime OF
building great Washington Monuments
and letting them fall with a nerve
racking crash on the red and green
carpet. For the terrible ones were
responsible now only to the Dresden
CHINA Girl, and the Dresden China
Girl sat on the sofa with the Cele-
brated Quarter Back and talked wishy.
Washy stuff The Dresden China Girl
and the Celebrated Quarter Back had
engaged themselves just a week ago,
and they thought the world merely a
place for 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.
An endless, eternal week." com.
planned the Celebrated Quarter Back.
Il will write twice each day"
Write me the very throbbings of
your hoart," pleaded the Dresden
China Girl. pen me the absolute
spirit of our love-"
i will pour my intimate soul into
the black ink and spread 1t 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
busted 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"
ooh, where?" shrieked the Next Lit.
TEST One; '1et me hide"
There It is" cried the Very Lit.
tlest 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 a
rather remarkably fine jaw and
Strengthened himself up Just wee bit.
Il see" he said frigldly, honey and
lavender to my face, and when | am
gone 1t is to laugh"
The adorable pink in the cheek OF
the Dresden China Girl had become
burning brick-red. Richard" she said,
Il didn't mean"
"You have blasted my lifel" ex.
claimed the Celebrated Quarter Back,
with the scorn of the hero In melo.
drama He was 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.
fy?" 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. "Oh!" 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 Dres'
den China Girl walled. Il will take
the veil of the forgotten and OPP.
pressed" And the light of love almost
flckered and died there on the old
horsehair sofa, to give way to the ST.
lent gloom Of misunderstanding.
linen the very LlltiSbl ChO apOAS "P
again: "But what is 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.
We'll" chatted the Next Littlest
One, that's the kind Of 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
TEST 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.
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