The Little River news., 1921-03-26

The first thing she did when she reached the apartment was to ask if MT. Randolph had called; the next was to summon the office of Milyuns, Branc'l X Milyuns on the telephone to know what steps had been taken in the new search. She was somewhat sur prised to learn that the entire firm had gone out to lunch in body, and still more startled at, the information, ob- tained three hours later from the same supercilious voice at the other end of the wire, to the effect that none of them had come back. She was young; she believed it.
 There is no doubt that in five min utes more Mir. Gloom would have as- stunned full sway in the late apartment of Mir. Robert H. Randolph had not a long procession of parcels begun to ar- rive in the nick of time. Tomlinson brought them into the bedroom, one, two, three at haul, and Pamela her self cut the knots with Mir. Randolph's best nail-scissors and laid out the goods, filmy fold upon filmy fold.
 By the time Eileen turned up the apartment looked like the stateroom gde lux of millionaire young lady re- turning from Paris with nothing to wear and preparing to swear to it be- fore all the customs officials in Goth am. Tomiinson was ordered to fill the cellar with wrapping paper, tissue-pa- per, cardboard boxes and string, burn ing what was left over in the back yard.
 As soon as sufficient space had been cleared for action, the two girls set to work, and were soon involved in such an orgy of trying on' as only the healthiest stamina of youth could have endured without falling over in a dead faint from exhaustion. Even Eileen divested her person of every thing but, and experimented with such dear garments as it seemed impossible Miss Thornton could get round to in the allotted time.
 Having tried to show the public how charming was Pamela in and without her cheap clothes, no puerile and gasp ing effort will be made in these pages to measure the effect upon her of the latest creations of the raiment dream gods of Fifth avenue Suffice 1t to say that, in one hours twinkling of the eye, she became such radiant vision as chokes mere words down into the pit of mans stomach, makes his jaw work like that of fish on hot side walk, fills his eyes with the pleading light of calf-love and inspires his hands with an 0vermastering desire to reach for 1t.
 For two, four, six days, week, two weeks, Pamela lived in breathless an- ticipation of the moment when she could burst upon the eyesight of one Robert Hervey Randolph, and when all these days-and weeks-passed with out any news of him, her lips that were made to smile, to kiss, and to bless the air with words softly spoken and carried on the fragrance of clean young breath began to droop pitifully.
 Mir. Milyuns' efforts in several direc- tions had so far proved In vain. He had advertised in every paper in Goth am, from the New York Epoch to the pink Police Gazette; he had offered rewards; he had set traps and was now supporting large corps of rap idly fattening individuals who called themselves "plain-clothes" men-a name that would have fitted them ad- mirably had the last syllable been omit ted. His net results were the infor- nation that Mir. Randolph, in a repre- hensible state of intoxication and at seven o'clock of the morning of which he had disappeared, had exchanged his swell evening garments at second hand emporium on Sixth avenue for suit of thicks and eighteen dollars in cash, stating, as he left the place, that he was thinking of going South for the rest of the winter.
 After minute and leisurely study of all the exits from Manhattan, the plain-clothes men had given it as their united Opiuicn that MT. Randolph had been speaking facetiously in his last known remark and had probably not yoyaged-v farther south than Canal street They said if he would only try to leave New York they could find him at once, and settled down on a policy of watchful waiting for that event
 The efforts made by MT. Milyuns in the direction of springing Miss Thorn ton on society went equally awry, but were not quite so fruitless. His na- tural love of smooth-running estab- hshment on the slippery crust of Goth Hm's social plane would have been saved severe bump if American pa rents were as careful to look up their guests moral records as they are to study their ratings in Bradstreetums.
 Unfortunately for MT. Milyuns. it happened that certain young scion of a once gentlemanly house was in ciuded in the first large dinner-box- party given to meet Miss Imogene Pamela Thornton. In the natural course of such events, the pasty youth stepped up for presentation register ing in his protuberant eyes gleam of dubious surprise. What if he sho,