Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1922-09-21
The Point of
View
By JUSTIN WENTwooD
(G, 1922. Western Newspaper Unlon.l

Il do wish you wouldn't keep inter
rupting me. Daisy" said the popular
author. Here I've got to complete
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 authors
pretty young wife. ''Tm sure 1 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:
1T 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
eel to conciliate the beautiful creature
to whom he had devoted his life, but
an was in vain.
Sometimes, indeed, he wondered If
she could possibly be the woman he
had loved so, blindly, so devotedly,
with such consuming passion"
Was 1t really consuming passion2'
the popular author demanded of his
machine. "Was it not just infatua-
tom"
And what was going to happen next7
He must bring in 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 / don't wish to be a
nuisance to you, Eric" said Daisy,
"but, unless you're prepared 10 go
without meat for supper somebody's
got to go to the butchers. / can't,
unless yo1 want the pie to be
seorched"
On he butcher" said Eric
viciousIy.
swell, 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"
"0hy 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-buru," 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, 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
last of you." he answered. Don't
trouble to come back. I'm sailing for
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 p she cried. and slammed
t.Ae door. 1t was one of those peculiar
slams that impart the greatest amount
Of sound and VII
The door opened. Daisy came soft.
" in and glided up to the popular
authors desk.
I've telephoned for the meat from
Mrs. Higglnson's,' she said, 'and--
I'm sorry, dearest. l know / have
been bSrrfd to you, but get so nerv-
Gus with the homework. Won't you
forgive met"
The popular author turned from his
machine. He caught Daisy in his arms
and set her down on his knee. They