The daily morning Alaskan., 1903-11-13
AM INSPIRATION
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 prmc of Ernest Montgomery. Mont. gomery is long name, and we shall have to reduce it to Monty, which Is cuafying to the romance of it but since his wife called him Monty there rhould be mo objection. He wrote at home with his study door locked. This d.d not prevent his occasionally hear iue the baby squall or being called up on to leave dramatic scene to go for yaast cake. He had never succeed ed in getting a play accepted, and the family funds were very low. Monty uiI that if he could only get an in- spi-auou Che money would flow in like water
 Monty was at work on a play n which che heroine was as spotless as Cpsars wife should have been. She was falsely charged with inhdelity to her husband by the villain of the play Wien the author came to the accu sation scene. which, with the proved Innocence of the lady, he intended for the climax. he was puzzled to know just how she would receive the stab. Would she faintl Would she hurl back the charge with passionate tearsi Monty was a careful student of all the emotions he portrayed and he con. ceiyed the idea of submitting some woman to a similar test in order to observe her emotions. The only avail able person was his wife Mrs. Monty was matter of fact woman, with not spark of romance in her nature. and had no use for her husbands lit erary works except for the money it was hoped they might bring. Stn she was a woman, and all he wanted to know was how any woman would act under the circumstances. He re- solved to try the experiment on her.
 One day after the arrival of the post. man Monty called sternly for his wife t1 come t3 the study She came up with her sleeves rolled up to the elbow, rolling pin in her hand and in no good humor at being interrupted.
 Margaret"
 "Nhy. what's tue matter. MontyT
 "Read thatr
 Mrs Monty took the note he handed her. and Monty faucled her on the stage she read the accusation. Bil Summers friend of her husband whom she did not like. advised Monty to watch her and he would find that she was intimate with Andy Maxwell a friend of her husband whom she did lkc. Monty watched her as she read and saw a thundcrcloud gather on her brow. "Now." he soid to himself, "l shall get something definite And be dld
 Margaret" be said solemnly, "what have you Jo say to thatt'
 "Wlat have to soy2 Itis true, ey. cry word of iL'
 Monty turned white as a sheet and staggered back.
 And wby ls it uueT' she continued H.rear Because ! have been driven to i. by my husband "Bcad this. she shr.cGed. plmging her hand in her ! bosom and withdrawing note. "l found it in your pocket ] resolved to ba avenged upon you and now that re vcga has come
 ! lIory's hand ucmbied SO that he could scarcely grasp the note, and be was too stricken to read it. His wife took it from him and read it to him. lt | vas from a woman who consented to an asSIenatiou he had evidently pro posed. It had been manufactured by some one for a purpose, for there was DO truth in what it charged. But what was his innocence worth now that his wife had confessed her guilti Life was turned into a horror His home was destroyed. He saw himself and his wife glaring at each other in di- y0rce court fighting for the possession of their child and heard the poor little things cries because she could not have both her papa and mamma Then at last be was dying alone in hospital with no one to press his hand or look Ioye'4 parting Into his eyes.
 Monty" cried his wife. flor heav. cns s1ke. don't look like that. It's an put up job. was telling Andy that you wanted an inspiration, and you have been telling him that you wanted to know how a wife would act when falsely accused. Andy put the two to- ge.lcr and laid the plan of fooling you with that note ] drew on you. I've had 1t in my pocket for a week, but hadn't the heart to use it The note you gave me made me mad. SO l could do my part Now you've got an inc spiadon. put it on paper While Mrs Monty was delivering herself of this, Monty was gradually 1 coming to himself. Before she had fin. lshcd they were locked in each others arms and Monty was sobbins like a woman
 "There's nothing to put on paper. J was crushed and didn't say word
 "But you felt 1t all'
 "Yes. but l could never trauscribe my feelings Besides. they don't ft my play.'
 ..Yes. you can. Write a play they do dt Now, Monty, dear go to work al once while it's an fresh
 Sweetheart" said Monty, holding her off u1-Iculy and looking her over with am intense admiration he hac never shown her before, "I believe you've hit the bullseye. Leave me