Omaha daily bee., 1922-04-02

"They tells me you is a regular artist Mis-
tub Johnson"
Folks calls it SUCH" he answered modestly.
what kin OF pitchers does you paint?"
Lymus waved his hand vaguely. MOS any
kin which is handy"
"Lan'scapes?"
Lymus was in an agreeing mood. "Uh-
huh!"
AN portrats?"
"An' whiches?"
Portraits. Pitchers Of folks? Busts an
sech."
Hmm! Reckon does" But Lymus was
doubtful.
Prissilla clasped her hands rapturously.
you is the wonderfullest man. Brother
Johnson"
"Hot dam! Miss Prssia--you sho' done
said it."
Lustisha Atcherson horned in. Would Mr..
Johnson honor the Uplift society by delivering
lecture on art at the meeting Tuesday aft
ernoon? Mr.. Johnson hestated and Prissilla
seconded the invitation. Mr.. johnson agreed
to speak on the subject of art the following
Tuesday.
Lymus suggested that he would like to see
more Of Priscilla. Apparently Prsslla had no
objections to being seen more Of. That night
he escorted her to the Champion theater and
after five rapturous reels they quaffed ice cream
sodas at the Gold Crown Ice Cream parlor. At
her home the moonlight enshrouded the steps
bewtchingly. and they sat side by SIDE Some
low their fingers touched and hers did not
draw away. With his heart beating like pile
driver he allowed his fingers to encircle hers-
and still there was no resistance. Lymus
heaved tremendous sigh indicative Of SUPER
!ative beatitude. Came an answering soughng
from the fair lady.
The week which followed was debauch
Of happiness for Lymus Darktowns Four
Hundred; headed by Mrs. Lustisha Atcherson
and inspired largely by an opportunity for
unreluctant Lymus to its bosom and cuddled
him there.
Lymus was happy. For the first time in
an obscure and retiring life he was tasting
the glories Of public spotlight and the expe-
rience even delicious than novel.
He absorbed adulation sponge absorbs
water-only more There was apparently
no limit to his receptivity. And, standing forth
as the greatest individual factor conducive to
perfect enjoyment of the occasion, was Miss
Prissilla Wattles.
His courtship Of the young lady had been
brief, and much to Lymus' surprise and de-
light-ardent! Gone was his abashed reserve,
and In its place there had developed dom-
nant masculinisnl. He fairly swept the de-
lighted Prissilla from her feet by the fervor
Of his wooing. She could not have resisted
him had she so desired-and in her case there
was not the slightest inclination to stay his
protestations Of undying affection.
Yet the broad argent band that lined his
cloud slcklied DER with the pale cast Of
murkiness. The question Of personal finance
could not be forever evaded.
Meanwhile a great COB OF gloom had de-
scended to perch soggily upon the shapely
shoulders OF Mrs Edner Torring, fact which
added nothing to the domestic happiness Of
her husband
She had never met Lymus, and now she
found 1t impossible to meet him by reason
of the fact that he was close under the wing
of Lustisha Atcherson. But Lymus was the
rage the toast Of the hour-society was
volving about his blooming personality-and
Edner and her husband went into executive
session.
I'm you was to get somebody to come heah
-" he started But Edner shook her head
That wouldn't do a-tall. What I Is got
to do is to git this heah artist feller hangin
roun' me and doin' what / says he should
do"
Edner placed hand upon forehead. "Lemme
think. Lisha. Lemme be while thinks"
He let her be while Shs thonSht Ihs tesk