Hyder weekly herald., 1933-04-01

ihS, Hc hiduc yuSt Oue mlStdke. le told Margie.
 Margie was his very charming next. door neighbor. Margie danced we'll. played tennis well enough, and was always full of good spirits. She was twenty two. And she was pretty But, so far as Dick was concerned, that was all.
 Dicks mother, with whom he lived In the house where he had been born twenty-slx years before, was away on q months visit to sister. And when the managing editor of the paper on which Dick was reporter told him to take day off the next week in celebration of the completion of a good series of interviews Dick had written, felt that he must talk over his idea with someone.
 You sec" he said to Margie the evening before the great day, q know could write If l had chance-any. way think could. Fiction, 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 good story under way, all right. If 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 ''and no interruptions" Then he made ready for work by cheerful living room window-and the telephone rang.
 ''Is Maggie there?" came a rich blurred voice.
 ''rm sorry. but she's off for the day" answered Dick, still cheerful. Anything can dol"
 No, it's nothing very important" answered the voice, just 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? Margie 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 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 a 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, darnw exclaimed Dick mild ly. He went to the door.
 There was Margie. a basket on her arm. It was then he realized 1t had been mistake to tell Margie his plans.
 'Oh--" she said. He looked tired and Irritable and uncomfortable. Well, anyway. here's your lunch. Were you going to have any?"
 She pushed her way past Dick and laid out tempting lunch.
 i've been watching your house this morning. and 1t seemed as If 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"
 '.It's cold" said Margie.
 "Oh. hang it." exclaimed Dick. Guess I've let the furnace fire go out"
 You shouldn't try to write and keep house. too." said Margie. ''I suppose you think I'm another bother. Good by. Just settle down to work again