The Washington herald., 1922-06-25
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the pseudo artist. impeIlIng him
much against his wlll--toward the
house.
They entered the front door. In
stantly silence fell upon the hither-
to chattering group. Lymus. cold
perspirstion standing out all over
his body. saw only one face--the
sinister. satyriike. leering counte-
nance of Noah Lee. Then. in far
corner OF the big room. he discerned
Prissiila wattles So Lisha had been
so heartless as TO invite Prissilla
TO attend his obsequies. Lymus
covered.
No one had a word to say to him
save Prissilla. She crossed the room
and slipped her hand confidently
through his arm. He thrilled chilly
to the contact-his last touch of
mundane blessedness He saw the
scowl deepen on the face Of Noah
Lee.
Through the room doomed the
harsh voice of the outraged hus-
band The guests OF the homicidai
host gathered about him where he
stood before the closed folding
dors separating parlor and dining
room.
Folds a feller citizens" started
LishA. You all know we is got a
artist in our mist. LIS. bein' the
leading sassiety folks in the bestest
cullud set in Bummin'ham. went an
hired that artis' to paint us
pitcher. of my wife. which Is the
mos besutifullest cullud gal in all
of Alabama
! night. feller pussons. that
pitcher WAS delivered TO me. is
got IL heah benin these doors. I
is now gwine show same to you
also my wife, which is standin' be-
him the doors likewise. Is you
ready?"
A chorus Of eager shouts arose.
And then. with a grandiloquent Ees-
ture, Lisha Torring flung wide the
| door.
The first thing Lymus saw was
Edner Torring standing pridefully
before a large gold frame. Above
the frame was a green-shaded cleo
trio light. And in the frame hung
the portraint Of the nut-brown
Nenus-clad only in very doubtful
modestyi
Lymus cast a wild glance at the
doorway and rose to the balls Of
his feet in preparation for a sud
den and completed departure. But
something In the next words of
Lisha halted him.
Fl is proud Of my wife" exuited
the husband, abIivious 20 the choked
"A-a-ah's" of his guests. "Mebbe. 0
you think it's kinder of funny sne
amt dressed. but / assuahs you
that she had clothes on when the
pitcher was painted-an' IL on'y
turned out so good on account
Mustuh Lymus johnson. which / is
honored to say is my frien'. is the
bestest cullud artis' which there is
in the world
| The guests were raving with en-
thusiasm over his work of art.
Both Lisha and Edner beamed with
frank pride. Noah Lee was scowl-
ing more bIackly than ever.
Lymus didn't understand. His
dismal cosmic orientation had sud-
! denly become roseate. There
| wasn't any sense to IL. of course
but then there was no sense in
looking beyond the amazing facts
| He gave ear to the end of Lisha
Torring's happy speech:
| An so. on account Brother
Lymus johnson is did hisse'f SO
proud. / hans him this envelope,
which contains what / owes him
also $50 extra. which / gives him
out OF the gratitude Of my heart-"
The room rang with hu1zas for
Lymus. who Imply accepted the
hundred dollars from the proud
hHa k
| stifened and took unto itself a new
and becoming dignity. He sensed
the nearness and accessibility Of
the dearly beloved Priss:lla wattles
He turned his eyes upon her face
'Y-y-you painted that" she
questioned jealously. eyes focused
doubtfully on the nude lady.
II done"
She hesitated. "Lymus-"
"Yeh?"
Does you love me-"
You know ! does. honey"
An you Graves TO make maiage
with me-"
Il sho'Iy does"
is YOU willin' to make a big
eacrifcec"
You said il, sweetheart"
Then. honey aSts this: i'm
| thas what you calls art art mint
no business TO- no mated man. I'm
you want me To may YOU. honey
you is got to quit that"
Lymus gave .ecstatic thought To
her request The Lawd." he said
piously. "wuks in mos michievious
wsys his wonders to prefo'm"
Does YOU quit that kim ~
paintn'. Lymus?" she repeated
| anNiously.
Lymus was magnificent in hts
| moment Of se'f-sacrifiCe Il loves
you So much, Prissilla. honey. that
| Ise willin' to do anythin' to git
YOU. So. sweetness. I promises fun
| this minute hencefo'most-that I
fo'sakes my art,"
| CThe End.)