The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1923-05-18
The Point of
View
By JUSTIN WENTWOOD
observation-disclosures
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II 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. I'm 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:
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
ed to conciliate the beautiful creature
to whom he had devoted his life, but
all 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 it really consuming passion?"
the popular author demanded of his
machine. WAS 1t not just infatua-
tionT
And what was going to happen next?
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
"Pm sure 1 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. 1 can't, !
unless you want the pie to be
scorched."
''D-n the butcherl" 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. 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.
with such consuming passion. She
had turned into fend, 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 1t. 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 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 q
PARISH" she queried insolently.
Forget that you ever existed in I
he smiles of the beauties Of the Gay .
city," he replied.
Wretch, that insult constitutes the
asst word!' she cried, and slammed "
he door 1t was one of those peculiar c.
dams that impart the greatest amount
# sound and vi
The door opened. Daisy came soft y
y In and glided up to the popular
uthor's desk.
I've telephoned for the meat from f
FRS. Higginson's," she said, land
M sorry, dearest. l know I have n