The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1933-03-10
Dicks Interfering
Muse
By MILDRED WELLS
Q. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNu Service

iA8, HU mdue just Oue miStuke. ae
told Margie.
Margie was his very charming next.
door neighbor. Margie danced well,
played tennis well enough, and
was always full OF good spirits. She
was twenty-five. And she was pretty.
But, 10 far as Dick was concerned.
that was all.
Dicks mother. with whom he lived
In the house where he had beer born
twenty-siI years before. was away on
a months visit to 4 sister. And when
the managing editor Of the paper on
which Dick was reporter told him
to take a day of the next week In
celebration Of the completion Of 4
good series of interviews Dick had
written, felt that he must talk over
his idea with someone.
You see," he said to Margie the
evening before the great day. II know
| could write II I had Z chance-any-
way think could. Fiction, I mean.
So when old man Elwell passed out
this day of to me, just decided I'd
try my luck. I'll Just begin early In
the morning and work right on. II /
get good story under way. all right
II not, then that's all right. too. I'll
feel better TO have had chance to
try
After an early breakfast next morn
ing Maggie, the maid. started happily
forth with an unexpected day off be-
fore her.
Peace and quiet" sighed Dick
land no Interruptions" Then he made
ready for work by 4 cheerful living
room window-and the telephone
rang.
SIS Maggie there?" came a rich
buried voice.
I'm sorry. but she's of for the
day." answered Dick. still cheerful
Anything can do?"
mo, it's nothing very important"
answered the voice. lust tell her to
call cousin Annie tonight"
Dick hung up, and went back to his
desk and began to plot his story.
Hero's name - Stanley Weymouth.
Heroine's name-well, what? Margis
seemed to fit best. Yes, Stan and
Margie. He'd lay the story in-the
front doorbell rang.
Five minutes later, after an argu-
ment with the laundryman, Dick was
back to his table.
Colorado, that was the place for his
story He put down some notes about
how his characters looked "Margie
small. brown. soft eyes, fluffy hair"
And then there was knock at the
back door The butchers boy and
chops.
Dicks muse was a coy one, and
after he had answered the telephone
to talk for ten minutes with a friend
of his mothers, had gone again to the
front door to frown Grossly at boy
soliciting magazine subscriptions, had
gone to the cellar to let In the gas
meter man--by that time Dicks muse
was distinctly upset.
Pattering footsteps on the side
porch.
"Well, darn!" exclaimed Dick mild
iy. DC Wcut 10 tuc uOOE.
There was Margie basket on her
arm. II was then he realized Il had
been mistake to tell Margie hts
plans.
oh" she said. he looked tired
and irritable and uncomfortable.
well. anyway. here's your lunch.
We're you going to have anyr'
She pushed her way past Dick and
laid out a tempting lunch.
I've been watching your house this
morning. and II seemed as II every
Tom. Dick and Harry's been here
to bother you"
"You don't know the worst. Tele-
phones been going the whole darned
day Gosh. this tastes good"
tits cold" said Margie.
"Oh. hang It." exclaimed Dick,
Guess I've let the furnace fire 20
out"
you shouldn't try to write and keep
house, too" said Margie. 81 suppose
you think I'm another bother. Good
by. Just settle down to work again
and try to forget all the bothers."
He didn't notice that the side door
didn't slam shut And he didn't hear
Margie's investigating steps into the
cellar But Ave minutes later she
slipped quietly back into the room. a
log and some kindlings in the basket
on her arm. Furnace Is all right"
she said reassuringly. I've opened
the draughts. Just stop worrying"
And she put the kindlings and log In
the fireplace. touched q match to the
paper under them. and, when they
were blazing, cleared up the lunch
things and then sat down quietly be.
side the fire with a magazine.
The afternoon went amazingly well.
II seemed. to Dick. the most natural
thing In the world to have Margie
there-answering doorbells and tele.
phones and keeping the detail OF wor.
ries from him.
At six he stretched his long legs un.
der the table. clasped his arms be
hind his head and looked across the
room to Margie, still sitting quietly
by the fireplace.
"Margie." he said rather awedly. ~
think I've got 1t. mean, think it's
real story. And It's due to you.
Not just keeping away the Interrupt
tions-more than that"
well" said Margie.
''Margie. the heroine's like YOU
She's little and brown, with soft eyes.
and fluffy hair and-Margie, in the end
STAINS going to marry her."