The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1923-04-19

By JUSTIN wENTwooD

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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 a thing TO write about
"Oh well, you needn't be so snap
, py," answered the popular authors
pretty young wife. I'm sure / 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:
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 If
she could possibly be the woman he
had loved so blindly, so deyotedly,
with such consuming passion"
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was IL really consuming paSSlOnF
the popular author demanded of his
machine. WAS it not just infatua-
| tion?'
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.
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"Pm sure don't wish to be
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. l 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"
II didn't swear at you, 1 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- 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, slave-driver
She had no consideration for his work
ut 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 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
Parish" 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 VII
The door opened. Daisy came soft
~ in and glided up to the popular
authors desk.
1--we telephoned for the meat from
Mrs. Higginson's," she said, "and-
Pm sorry, dearest. 1 know / have
been horrid to you, but l get SO nerv-
,us with the housework. Won't you
forgive me?''
The popular author turned from his a
He caught Daisy In his arms =
md set her down on his knee. They .
Kissed each other. They were very
Happy.
II suppose I'll have to go or the
lie will burn" said Daisy. but we
mustn't have any more quarrels, must
We, darling?"
Never again." answered the popu- e
ar author.
How are you getting on with your
tory, darling?"
"oh, fairly we'll" the popular au-
hor answered. 1--WE just got to
hange the end a little"
When the door had closed softly
ehind her the popular author leaped MI
Ike demon at the typewriter.
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