Palisadian., 1923-07-13
A Paid
Entertainer
By MARTHA WILLIAMS
10 by Mcclure Newspaper syndiosts.)

W. " 11SSAho ENo"sRopoA oyhaASeto.t
A bite In the wind said winter was
near and neutrality-suspicious. Lynette
likewise fastened. She had still Il
mile to go-the Murry house stood far
outside village bounds. Maybe Fate
had set 1t there-maybe only 1t rode
the wind. Certainly rapid motion
changed Lynette from thing of
sprightly prettiness into q glowing
beauty. 1t set damask roses In her
oval cheeks, made her eyes diamond
bright, and strange to say did not in
the least redden her nose.
And, too, that with the pace came
the grace of unconsciousness, which
loosed an inner litheness ordinarily
carefully repressed. Aunt Marcia held
that moderate mincing gait was the
hallmark of gentility-under her eagle
eye the girl never dared to let her
self out.
Her errand was imperative-com-
mand made it so. Madame Marcia
might well have used the phone in
place of sending her niece-but a
messenger seemed to her mind more
impressive-and If truth must be told,
she was tired of seeing Lynette look
wistfully at her new book, the while
she was kept from reading 1t by
things trivial and useless. Not that
the older woman was consciously I'M
kind-merely because she resented en-
viOusly, all unknowingly she did 1t,
youths capacity for happy absorption
In anything outside itself.
The Murry house sat on top of a
gentle rise. Half way up to it Lyn-
cite cried gayly: my aunt has sent
me to mulct your uncle-are you
standing guard against solicitors? y
checked in her free stride by an ap-
partition in knickers and golf hose
that suddenly barred her path.
"Don't tell me the Bird has flown"
she ran on. IF he would be so in
considerate as to lame himself right
now, he can't have been cruel enough
to get well all of sudden"
"No fear-even though he Is a
tough old bird" Edmund Mtrry II
grinned, staring at Lynette as though
she were something strangely new.
But she was-this transtigured Lyn-
ette had just the accent, vivid, ap-
pealing, withal wistful, that she hcd
heretofore lacked.
"But I'm afraid it's rather bad
time to go at him-he's in the devils
own humor over something-I think
it's the Marish case. Better state your
case to me-and let me be ambas-
sador."
MA Cannon said only yesterday"
explained Lynette, 'Eddy-boy, he could
make you believe black was white
and not half try"
"Eddy-boy!" the listener exploded !;
"I can't say d-n, of course-yop know
what l must be thinking. l hope you
know, too, the deliverance was intui-
tive-certainly Ma Cannon hasn't
ever heard me as an advocate"
"How about petitioner Lynette
tantalized.
Young Murry gave her a look of
deep injury, then broke out: II see
you want to quarrel-so as to refuse
me the job of attorney. But-you can't
do it. Skim milk and a May morning
combined have nothing on me for
mildness right now. So whether or no
1t suits you, l shall usher you into
the lions demand stand guard to
make sure you're not thrown out
bodily"
"Why so apprehensive" Lynette
asked, her eyes dancing.
Murry grinned. Uncle Ned is so
tired of being MIXED for reliefs for
all those unpronounceable orphans
and things he has sworn great oath
to give the air-nothing else-hence-
forth and forever to anybody who
asks him for even a postage stamp"
"More power to him. l revere him,
actually" Lynette returned, dancing
dimple starring in her right cheek.
"Im so sick of drives and appeals
and missions and things l almost wish
l were deaf-and fully wish the ora
tors and eloquent beggars were COM
pletely dumb"
Him! Maybe if you tell Marse
Edmund that" young Murry began,
smiling.
Lynette glared at him, asking
"What must you think of me? Max
ing out I'd use my own pet cussedness
to corrupt the morals of fellow
being who sees the light"
You're the limit" young Murry
sighed, taking her arm and leading
her gently upward. But after pace
or two he dropped it, saying softly,
walk, please-as you did before you
saw me- Talk about the poetry of
motion"
"Shut up! I'm business person
on legitimate errand." Lynette ad-
monished severely. you're behaving
as though you thought I'd come on
Irritation bent"
"Well Aren't you?" Edmund asked
his own eyes twinkling. Lynette made
n naSS NJ him with thes hazel switch