Omaha daily bee., 1922-04-02

espec's me to b'lieve you knows sumthin' 'bou
cullud artists"
.'I does Mis- Torring. Futhermo'. claim.
that the bes cullud artist which is is one o.
my mos bestest frien's."
Huh! You says. What his name is?"
"Lymus Johnson"
"How knows you know him?"
''Well," triumphed Sis Callie 81 amt never
hearn tell Of no gentleman artist visitin' at the
home Of no lady i'm she dint know him pret'
ty good!'
Thereupon Sis Callie left in a sudden glow
Of glory. Straight to Lustisha Atcherson she
went to give the details of her interview with
Edner. Lustisha was all a-quiver
"A sho'-nuff honest Gawd artist, Sis Cal
lie?"
'Tha's it. Mis- Atcherson. regular paintn
fool"
What he looks like?"
'We-e-lL" apologized the thin spinster. che
amt so much on the eye, but he's terrible
brainy in the haid. An fust time took sight
Of him. l knowed he was sumthin' diffrunt."
Lustisha rose and made for her boudoir.
where you gwine?" inquired Sis Cale.
ITO git my hat" responded Lustisha.
"Whaffo?"
Use gwne to yo' home with you to invite
this heah Mistuh Artist johnson to deliver a
address to the Uplift Sassiety at mex Chues-
days meetin."
En- route to Miss Flukers' home the mill
tant pair met Miss Prisslla Wattles. And as
the critical eye of Lustisha catalogued the ply
sical charms Of Prissilla idea came a-born-
ing, and she fred question at Sis Callie.
"This heah Lymus Johnson-is he a mated
mani"
Nom. That is, he lows he amt, an he
suttinly amt got no wfes with him"
"Mmm! Mawnin' Prssilla
"Mawnin, Mis- Atcherson. Mawnin Sis
Callie. How you is this mawnin'?"
ITALIA <hep xl,A IYoxr 20
with you. Prssilla."
Prissilla sissled "Things amt 80 wuss they
COUNT be wusser."
"Aint amin to be mailed. is you"
"Lawsy. Mis- Atcherson. they amt no men
cravin' to may me-"
Lustisha Atcherson gave eye once again to
the slim. well gowned figure: the simple, yet
effective, style; the rather sweet brown face
which peeped forth from beneath the floppy
white hat. Then Lustisha broke worlds rec
ord--she paid compliment: Reckon knows
Already that men is FOOLS Edner Torring mailed
to the richest cullud man in Bumminham-not
countin' Semore Mashby, an he don count no.
how-an you not even close to mebbe gittin'
you man. Cmon along with us, Prissilla.''
Where to-" ....... 0....t
Lustisha explained: explained with wealth
Of graphic and intriguing detail Prissilla
thrilled to the prospect.
"A artist? A regular artist which paints
pitchers?"
you said 1t, honey. Does you Gomez"
Prissilla was smiling broadly. "They amt
nothin' couldn't keep me away now"
The ladies were seated in the parlor when
Lymus. in response to the summons of Sis Call
lie descended. He extended a limp and fishy
paw to each Of them and wondered vaguely
what it was all about He found himself
sconced on a battered lounge next to Miss Prs-
sill Wattles.
Then something happened to Lymus: some
thing hitherto foreign to his romanceess ex-
istence. Through the haze Of doubt surround
ing him he sensed Prisslla. He became con-
scious OF he's proximity without seeing her,
glad that she was there without knowing that
she was. Finally he turned his eyes upon her
He found her soothing to to behold. To
Lymus' newly infatuated gaze she seemed
somewhat ethereal; a fairyish being who hap
pened to be temporarily endowed with earth
ly form. And then he discovered that she was
bestowing upon him = limpid glance In which
there was an undeniable intermingling of sin
cere admiration and acute personal interest.
More she was talking.