The Ontario Argus. (Ontario, Or.) 1???-1947, 1922-11-16
The Point of
View
By JUSTIN wENTwooD

10, 1922, Western Newspaper Union.)

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Il do wish you wouldn't keep inter
rupting me, Daisy" said the popula
author. Here I've got to complet
this story by twelve o'clock and
can't think of thing to write about.
"Oh, well, you needn't be so snap
py," answered the popular author
pretty young wife. I'm sure l dom
want 10 trespass upon your valuabl,
time"
She went out and slammed the door
Fired with desperation, the popular
author leaped at his typewriter ant
began:
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 II
she could possibly be the woman he
had loved so blindly, so devotedly,
with such consuming passion"
"Was 1t really consuming passionf"
the popular author demanded Of his
machine. "Was It not just infatua-
tionY
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.
He looked up angrily as the door
opened.
I'm sure I don't wish to be a
nuisance to you. Eric" said Daisy,
but, unless you're prepared to go
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 butcherp said Eric
viciously.
Well, that's the limit" answered
Daisy. "That's the first time you've
sworn at me, you monster"
Il didn't swear at you, swore at
the butcher"
"Oh, yes, you may have some par
ticle Of decent feeling left in you,
but 1t isn't enough for me. Pm 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.
with such consuming passion. She
had turned into fiend, a slave-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 had
grown tired Of her. Her presence
drove him mad. He loved her no
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 timer" she demanded.
"Only that I'll be glad to see the
asst of you," he answered. Don't
.rouble to come back. I'm sailing for
Paris tomorrow"
what are you going to do In
'aris7" she Queried insolently.
"Forget that you ever existed in
he smiles Of the beauties Of the Gay
Jity," he replied.
wretch, that insult constitutes tho
asst word" she cried. and slammed
he door. 1t was one of those peculiar
lams that impart the greatest amount
Il sound and Vi
The door opened. Daisy came soft
, in and glided up to the popular
uthor's desk.
"pve telephoned for the meat from
drs. Higginson's," she said, "and-
IN sorry. dearest. I know I have
cen horrid to you, but get so nerv-
us with the housework. Won't you
orgive met"
The popular author turned from his
iachine. He caught Daisy In his arms ,
nd set her down on his knee. They
Used each other. They were very
appy.
II suppose I'll have to go or the
ie will burn" said Daisy. "But we
lustnt have any more quarrels, must
e, darlingT
"Neyer again." answered the p0pu-
lr author. Ia
How are you getting on with your
.Ory. darlingT
"Oh, fairly WELL" the popular au-
Tor answered. i've just got to
lange the eud little" e
When the door had closed softly
shind her the popular author leaped
ke demon at the typewriter.
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