Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1922-12-06
The Point Of
View
By JUSTIN WENTWooD
(0, 1922, Western Newspaper Union.)

rupting me, Daisy" said the popular
author. "Here I've got to complete
this story by twelve o'clock and I
can't think of a thing to write about" :"
"Oh, well, you needn't be so snap
py," answered the popular authors
pretty young wife. "Pm sure l don't
want 10 trespass upon your valuable
time"
She went out and slammed the door.
Fired with desperation, the popular
author leaped at his typewriter and
began: a
ut was all over. Their six months
of married life had shown each con-
clusively that they were mismated.
Eric had done everything in his pow
ed to conciliate the beautiful creature
to whom he had devoted his life, but
all was in vain.
Sometimes, indeed, he wondered +
she could possibly be the woman he
had loved, so blindly, SO devotedly,
with such consuming passion" :.
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/
"Was it really consuming passion|
the popular author demanded of his
machine. "Was it not just infatua'
tion?" ~:
And what was going to happen next2
He must bring in a third man some
how. But who? How? Where? The
popular authors fingers fell from the
keys. The plot refused to come. Y
He looked up angrily as the do9r
opened.
"rm sure 1 don't wish to be a
nuisance to you, Eric" said Daisy,
"but, unless you're prepared to 60
without meat for supper somebody's
got to go to the butchers. I can't,
unless you want the pie to be
scorched."
"D-n the butcher!" said Eric
viciously.
"Well, that's the limit" answered
Daisy. "That's the first time you've
sworn at me, you monster"
ST didn't swear at you, swore at
the butcher"
"Oh, yes, you may have some par.
ticle of decent feeling left in you,
but it isn't enough for me. I'm going
home to mother, and you can let your
old p-pie b-burn," sobbed Daisy, Civ
ing the door one of those peculiar
slams that impart the greatest amount
of sound and vibration and the mini
mum of damage.
The popular author gritted his teeth
and leaped at his typewriter again.
"N'ith such consuming passion. She
had talrned into fend, slaye-driver.
| She had no consideration for his work
| at all. And now She was going home
to her mother. ~
"He knew that he was glad. he hat
grown tired Of her. Her presence
| drove him mad. He loved her nc
longer.
Was there another man? He was
sure of it. He knew that she was
pulling the wool over his eyes, but
he laughed inwardly. Let her go-let
her go forever.
She came into the room. Have you
anything to say to me, monster, before
we part for all time?" she demanded
"Only that III be glad to see the
last of you," he answered. Don't
trouble to come back. I'm sailing fol
Paris tomorrow"
"What are you going to do in
Paris?" she queried insolently.
Forget that you ever existed In
the smiles of the beauties Of the Gay
City, he replied
"Wretch, that insult constitutes the
last word!" she cried, and slammed
the door. 1t was one of those peculiar
slams that impart the greatest amount
Of sound and vi
The door opened. Daisy came soft
ly in and glided up to the popular
authors desk.
'I've telephoned for the meat from
Mrs. Higginson's," she said, sand
Tn sorry, dearest. I know have
been horrid to you, but ! get so nerv'
Gus with the housework. Won't you
forgive me?"
The popular author turned from his
machine. He caught Daisy in his arms
and set her down on his. knee. They
kissed each other. They were very
happy.
II suppose I'll have to go or the
pie will burn," said Daisy. "But we
mustn't have any more quarrels, must
we, darling?"
'Never again." answered the popu
lar author.
"How are you getting on with your
story, darling?"
"oh, fairly WE'LL" the popular au
thor answered. 1--WE just got tc
change the end little"
| When tha door had closed SOFTLY