The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1933-02-16
Dicks Interfering
Muse
BY MILDRED WELLS
q. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
(wNU Servlcel


MAYHEM Dick Williams decided
Wv to try his luck at short-story
writing, he made just one mistake.
He 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 pref
ty. But so far as Dick was con-
cerned, that was all.
Dicks mother, with whom he
lived in the house where he had
been born twenty-six years before,
was away on a months visit to a
sister. And when the managing
editor Of the paper on which Dick
was a reporter told him to take q
day off the next week In celebra-
ton Of the completion of a good
series of interviews Dick had writ.
ten, felt that he must talk over his
idea with someone.
"Tou see," he said to Margie the
evening before the great day, 81
know could write If had q chance
anyway l think / could. Fiction
I mean. So when old man Elwell
passed out this day off to me, ]
just decided I'd try my luck. I'll
just begin early in the morning and
work right on. If / get a good
story under way, all right. If not,
then that's all right, too. I'll fee
better to have had a chance to try
After an early breakfast next
morning, Maggie, the maid, started
happily forth with an unexpected
day off before her.
Peace and quiet" sighed Dick
"and no Interruptions" Then be
made ready for work by q cheer
full living room window-and the
telephone rang.
us Maggie there?" came a rich
buried voice.
Sim sorry, but she's of for the
day." answered Dick, still cheerful
Anything l can do?"
"No, it's nothing very important
answered the voice, "just tell hel
to call cousin Annie tonightT
Dick hung up and went back tc
his desk and began to plot his
story. HERDS name-Stanley Wey'
mouth. Heroine's name-well, what
Margie seemed to at best. Yes
Stan and Margie. He'd lay the
story in--the front doorbell rang.
Five minutes later, aften an ar
gument with the laundryman, Dicl
was back to his table.
Colorado. that was the place FOL
his story. He put down some notes
about how his characters looked
"Margie-small. brown, soft eyes
fluffy hair" And then there was q
knock at the back door. The butch
er's 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 tC
the front door to frown Grossly al
boy soliciting magazine subscrip
lions, had gone to the cellar to LEI
In the gas meter manly that time
Dicks muse was distinctly upset.
Pattering footsteps on the sice
porch.
swell, darnl" exclaimed Dicf
mildly. He went to the door.
There was Margie, a basket or
her arm. II was then he realized
II had been a mistake to tell Margit
his plans.
"Oh-" she said. He looked tired
and irritated and uncomfortable
"Well. anyway, here's your lunch
Were you going to have any?"
She pushed her way past Dicl
and laid out a tempting lunch.
@rve been watching your house
this morning, and It seemed as Il
every Tom, Dick and Harry's beer
here to bother you"
"You don't know the worst. Tel
phones been going the whole
darned day. Gosh. this tastes good.
"It's cold" said Margie.
'Oh. hang It." exclaimed Dick
"Guess I've LET the furnace fire &c
out"
"You shouldn't try to write and
keep house too" said Margie. -
suppose you think I'm another
bother. Good-by. Just settle dowr
to work again and try to forget al
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 five minutes
later she slipped quietly back into
the room, q log and some kindl.ngs
In the basket on her arm. Furnace
Is all right" she said reassuringly
"Tve opened the draughts. Just stoI
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