The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1922-12-09
The Point Of
View
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rupting me. Daisy" said the popular
author. -Hsrs Iva ~ to complete
this se6sy By twelve O'Clock and
can't think Of thing 70 write about"
"Oh. Hel, you nesdn't be - sna1.
py." answered ths psoslar, asthos's
pretty young wife. TN ssre ! coat
want 10 trespass upon your valuable
time"
She went out and slammed he door.
Fired with desperation the popular
author leaped at his typewriter ana
began:
at was ali over. Thsif az ns.tss
Of married life had shown each coa-
clusively that they we're misnated
Eric had done everything in his pow
ed to conciliats. The beautiful creature
to whom he had devoted bis life. bat
all was In vain. 10 ,- .- ra ..-..
Sometimes. indeed, h wondered II
she could possibly b ths vs0sa' -
had loved 70 biindly, %, Sevsesdly,
with such consuming. 1assan-
= -
-was II really consumisg psssioar
the popslar. auther demssdsd Of Ah
nachIns. VIA II not Just infatsa-
tion1- L.. .... q.
And what was gsipg to happen ne1ts
He must bring In q tAird man some
how. But vhof Howl whesei" The
popular author's Fingers fell from the
keya The plot refused to cone.
He looked up angfily' n The door
opened.
"rm sure don't wish to BE-. .
nuisance to you. Eric" said Dsisy.
but. unless you're prepared to 20
without meat for supper somebody's
got to. 60 to the butchers. can't.
unless you want the pie to BE-
scorched."
"D-n the butcherr- said Hsie
viciously.
.weii. that's the limit answered
Daisy. 'That's the first time you've
sworn 1t me. you monster"
II didn't swear at you, swors At
the butcher"
"Oh, yes. you may have sssns Par.
ticle Of decept feeltng left h ysu.
but It isn't enough for me. I'm going
home to mother, and you can let yOar
old p.pie b-burp." sobbed Daisy. bv-
ing the door one Of thoss peculiar
slams that impart the greatest amoSn<
of sound and vibration and the mini.
mum OF damage.
The popular author grftted his teeth
and leaped at his typewriter again.
with such consuming passon. She
had turned into q hend, Q slave-dSiver.
She had no conssdseatioa -fse Ais Wsrk
at all. And now she Was CplnG hoOa
to her mother.
He knew that he was glad. He Asd
grown tired Of her. Her presence
drove him mad. He loved her 10
longer.
Was there another mani He was
sure Of II. He knew that she was
pulling the wool over his eyes, Vt
he laughed inwardly. Let her go-,et
her 20 forever.
She came Into the room. Have 5oa
anything to say to me. menstes. before
We part for all timer she demanded.
"Only that I'll be glad to re the
last Of you." he answered. Don't
trouble to come back. I'm sailing for
Paris TOMORROW"
what are you going to Do h
Parish" she queried insolentiy.
Forget, that you ever axisted IN
the smiles Of the beauties q the Gay
City," he replied.
Wretch, that insult constitutes the
last word I" she cried, and slammed
the donr. 1t was one Of those peculiar
slams that impart the greatest amount
of sound and Vi
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The door opened. Daisy came soft.
" In and glided up to the popular
authors desk.
i've teiephoncd for the meat from
Mrs. Higginson's," she sid. and
I'm sorry. dearest. know I have
been horrid to you. but got - nerv.
Gus with the housework. Went 700
forgive mel"
The popular author turned from his
machine. He caught Daisy h his ann
and set her down on his hees. They
kissed each other. They were very
happy. ...
II suppose I'll have 70. 20 or the
pie will burn" said Daisy. But We
mustn't have any more Quarreis, must
We. dariingf"
Never again." answered the pspu.
lar author. vel, s.g-.-
How are you getting on with yea,
story. isrilng1"
"Oh, fairly WE'LL" the popular. au
thor answered. I've Just got to
change the end q little"
When the door had closed softly
behind her the popular author -leaped
like 4 demon at the typewriter.
-
Forget that you ever existed II
the smiles Of the beauties Of the Gay
City" he replied,