, 1912-03-14

N"hJ tiiIS Il Srl1ll
was ms bones We're as strong
anu us muscles as stringy as a VOLTS
II the butterfly was worth while he
would follow till 1t fell to his net or
uayiight withdrew its support.
80 IL fell out very well that dmira
hiiigrew was fond Of butterflies. Still
ne shouid have been equally glad 10
know that the sailors hobby incIine1
toward the exploits Of pirates. NJ
rerraud was II modest man. That his
eAquisite brochure on le~pidopterous In.
secus was in nearly all the public
libraries of the world only gratIfied. but
nothing to his vanity.
AS 1t ofteDtimes happens to a man
whose mind is occupied with other
things. the admiral. who received Al
ferraud in the library. saw nothing in
tne name to kindle his recollection
he babe the savant to be seated while
ne read the letter of introduction which
mad been written by the secretary
of the navy:
NV Dear KilIigrew-This will Introduce
TO you NJ Ferraud of the butterfly FAM
he mas learned of the success of your eff
iorts IN the West Indies and South Amer
lea and is eager to see your collection
DO what you can for him. | know Won
WIN, Tor you certainly must have his
oooK' l myself do not know a butterfly
from a June bug. but 1t will be a pleasure
TO bring you two together.
Breitmann arranged his papers neat.
~ N waited to be dismissed. He
mad seer NJ. Ferraud al Swans. but
had formed no opinion regarding him:
in fact. the growth of his interest
had stopped at Indifference. On his
part the new arrival never SO much
as gave the secretary a second glance
the first was sufficient. And while
the admiral read on NJ. Ferraud ex
amined the broken skin on his palms
MIR. Ferraud! Well. well; this is
a great honor. I'm sure. 1t was very
kind of them to send you here Where
is your iuggageT"
II am stopping at Swans hotel"
I'VE shall have your things up this
very night"
OH said Ferraud, in protest.
though this was the very thing be de-
sired.
Not a wordI' The admiral sum-
moned the butler. who was the gen
eral factotum at the Pines. and gave
a dozen orders.
"Ah. you Americanst' laughed NJ.
Ferraud, pyramidiag his fingers. You
leave us brelthless
Your book a delighted me. But
I'm afraid my collection will not pay
you for your trouble
THAT is for me to decide. My
South American specimens are all sec
onds, On the other hand. you have
netted yours yourself!"
And straightaway a bond of friend
ship was riveted between these Two
men which still remains bright and
u%ntarnished by either absence or for
getfulness. They IN over the cases.
agreed INT disagreed. the one with
the sharp gestures, the other with the
rise Inc fall OF the voice For them
nothing else existed; they were truly
engrossed.
Breitmann. hiding a smile thai was
partly a yawn. stole quietly away
Butterflies Old mol eNclte MS concern
In the east.
NJ. Ferraud was charmed. He was
yoluble. Never had he entered a more
,bomelike place. large enough to be
called n chateau. vet as cheerful as n
writer's Gre And the daughter. Her
French was the elegant speech of
Tours. her German Hanoverian. In.
comparable. And she was not married!
Helas. How many luckless fellows
walked the world desolate? And this
was NJ. Fitzgerald the journalist? And
NJ. Breitmann had also been one? How
he was to be here. All this
flowed on with perfect nat%uralness:
there wasn't a false note anywhere.
At dinner he dlffused a warmth and
geniality which were infectious. Laura
pleased and amused: and she ador-