The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1912-05-23

TO life fiction+be recognized As correct
I,y the ma gazines I've fought for it
for three years. and I'm down TO my
last dollar with two months rent
due"
Il have applied the opposite of your
theory" said the editor. lin selecting
the fiction for the Minerva Magazine.
The circulation has gone up from 90
600 to-
-Four hundred thousand" said Dave.
whereas it should have been boosted
10 Il million.
"YOu said something to me Just now
about demonstrating your pet theory"
II WILL If you'll give me about half
that | am right III prove it by Lou
ise.''
"Yo;;r wifer exclaimed Westbrook
"How?"
"N'c,l not exactly by her. but with |
her" said Dave. Now. you know
how devoted and loving Louise has al
ways been She thinks I'm the only
genuine preparation Oh the market
that bears the old doctors signature.
She's been fonder and more faithful
than ever since I've been cast for the
neglected genius part
Indeed. she is Il charming and ad-
mirable life companion" agreed the
editor Il remember what inseparable
friends she and Mrs Westbrook once
WERE We are both lucky chaps.
Shack, to have such wives. You must
bring Mrs Dave up some evening
soon. and we'll have one of those in
formal chatting dish suppers that we
used to enjoy so much"
> Later" said Dave. when ] get
another shirt. And now I'll tell you
my scheme. When I was about to
| leave home after breakfast-if you can
call tea and oatmeal observation-disclosures
told me she was going to visit her
aunt in Eighty-ninth street. She said
she would return home at 3 o'clock.
She is always on time to minute. II
is now
Dave glanced toward the editors
watch pocket
Twenty seven minutes to g.. said
Westbrook. scanning his timepiece.
I'VE have Just enough time said
Dave I'VE will go to my fiat at
once | will write Il note. address il
to her and leave it on the table where
she will see it as she enters the dWr
You and will be in the dining room
concealed by the portieres. In that
note I'll say that | have fled from her
forever with an affinity who under
stands the needs of my artistic soul as
she never did When she reads it we
will observe her actions and hear her
words. Then we will know which
theory is the correct one--yours or
mine"
"Oh, never exclaimed the editor
shaking his head. THAT would he in.
excusabIy cruel. could not consent
to have Mrs. Dawes feelings played
upon in such manner"
Brace up" said the writer. Il
guess | think as much of her as you
do. It's for her benefit as we'll as
mine. I've got to get a market fcl
! my stories in some way. 1t won't hurt
Louise She's healthy and sound.
Editor Westbrook at length yielded
though but half willingly. And in the
half of him that consented lurked ths
yiyisectionist that is in all of US. LIE
him who has not used the scalpe
rise and stand in his place. Pity til
that there are not enough rabbits ant
guinea pigs to go around.
The two experimenters in art lef
the square and hurried eastward ant
then to the south until they arrived il
the Gramercy neighborhood. Within
: it's high iron ratings the little parl
z had put on its smart coat of verna
green and was admiring itself in it
h fountain mirror; Outside the railing
: the hollow square of crumbinS houses
shells of bygone gentry, leaned as
J. in yhostly gossip over the forgottel
U dnings of the vanished quality. 81
e transit gloria urbis.
= A block or two north of the par
Dawe steered the editor again east
ward. then. after covering Il short di:
tlUcc. lHtO lOltS put holi'N 80
house burdencd with a floridiy ove1
decorated facade To the fifth stor
they toiled. and Dave. painting. pusl
ed his latchkay into the door of one {
the front flats.
When the door opened Editor Yves
brook saw. with feelings of pity. ho
meanly and meagerly tie rooms wei
furnished.
Get chair. if you can find one
said Dave. while | hunt up pcn an
ink Hello. What's this? Here's
note from Louise She must have le
it there when she went out this NOR
ing
He picked UP an envelope that J;
on the center table and tore it Ope
He began to read the letter that
drew out of it. and. once having beg'
il aloud. he so read it through to t
end. These are the words that Edit
WestbrOok heard
Dear Shackleford-By the time you {
this will be about hundred miles aw
and still a-going I've got a place in
chorus Of the Occidental Opera compaI
and we start on the road today at
O'Clock | didn't want to starve TO dea
and so l decided to make my own liri
I'm not coming back. Mrs. Westbrook
-, going with me. She said she was tired
. living with combination phonorra
-, iceberg and dictionary. and she's not &C
- ing back either We've been practic
-he the songs and dances for two months
the quiet. I hope you will be success
and get along all right Goodby.
i.OUISl
do Dave dropped the letter. cove
his face with his tremblin. hands ;
am cried out in deep. vibrating Noic'
..Ny Cod why hast thou given