Smyrna times., 1928-10-24
The Soul of a
Butterfly
- - - n y - - n - ~ - ~ - - N n n
By MARTHA M. WILLIAMS
CCopyright.)

wv himself-did she get 1.-THE air
Of a young princess in masquerade,
running wild here in the streets of the
tiny dead-alive village? Tallish, slight
yet softly rounded 1.-the as a willow
wand, she was wholly unbelievable,
notwithstanding he knew her name,
pedigree, and estate in life, rather bet
ter than he did his own. She was
Cousin James daughter-poOr, simple
Cousin Jane who had married. almost
with force and the strong hand hus-
band so good at great many things,
he was no sort Of good at making
living. A master fiddler, magic dancer,
prince of camp-hunters, also of camp
cooks, fur of life, and laughter, and
stories that no one else could tell, he
had accepted graciOusly the post of
Iife's playmate, leaving it to his wife
TO make the family living. Celesta
their one child, adored him-yet had
something over to spare for the ugly
patient mother.
She stood midway the muddy, un
paved street, smiling impishly, vet
wistfully, at Penlied and saying:
This way, cousin. You're loollin for
Castle Cranky? This way-round the
corner"
'Sure I'm your cousin? How dye
know ft?" Penfield asked
"Why-it's as plain as-the nose
On your face. The Penfield nose can't
be counterfeited-it's distinguished
| know, but thank the Lord I haven't
got it. Now I'm not asking what
brings you here l can see your fliv-
yer for myself but I want to know
what made you let 1t bring you?"
"WOn't tell you-not till you tell me
something" Pentield said soberly
Dye know, Cousin Jane, your moth
er is in pretty bad way? In fact
she's got to go away for while. The
familyll see to that-keeping her com.
Portable, and letting her have rest"
"Deary me! When We're the family
made our guardians?" Celesta flung at
him.
Penfield gave her a stern look, say
ing: "The day Providence permitted
Us all to be born of the same blood.
We're going to save her-she must go
somewhere maybe to Arizona, before
this thing gets too bad"
"What-what is it," Celesta whis-
pered. her face suddenly gray.
Tuberculosis - Penfield said brutal
~. "Plus overwork and the dregs of
flu Lucky | came on just now going
back West in ten days. Cousin Jane
is going with NELL see that she is
well cared for But if she worries
there's not much hope of her getting
well-so it's got to be settled right
now. what You can do-and where
you'd rather do it."
mo need to ask that! If nanny
goes-I 90. If she needs nurSin'-Tm
the nurse can do most for her" Ce-
lesta began steadily, but tears were
gathering on the heavy lashes over
her violet eyes.
Penield stared at her. Reckon
you don't know the risk" he said
"Chances are thar, slim as YOU are
good wind could blow you c1ean
away-you'd die-evcn before Cousin
Jane"
"I-I-hope So" Celesta cried with
big bursting sobs choking utterance
When they checked a little she whim
pered: Does my nanny know?'
"Not yet-and she mustn't-nOt till
she's lot better" Penfeld tried hard
| to put comfort in his tone.
''She won't 90 without me" Celesta
breathed rather than said.
shell have tots life or death
"But you shan't 90 West! Under
stand-you shan't." cried Penfield.
She went, she stayed, faithful. fear
less even when the thread of hope
wore through Patient, tireless. ten
dar, She stood or sat or lay beside hel
mother, day after day, night on night
| Nursing wore on her terribly. Pen
field watched her with steadily grow
| ing wonder. He had heard of her
unpleasant things-that she was self