The Yale expositor., 1921-09-29
PART III.
Maids Adventure.


of fortune In money, position, good
breeding, and pets, turn her loose
on the world at the age of ten
with no prop but a faithful, sickly
and destitute old nurse, kill off the
nurse a couple of years later, let the
girl fend for herself as scullery-maid
and what not through the uninterest-
ing stage that precedes the sudden
bloom of unexpected beauty, give her
a long succession of jobs secured ION
her looks" and lost because she
wouldn't, lead her up to the crowded
portal Of despair and the long-drawn-
out surrender; then snatch her sudden
| ly back from destruction, feed her,
| give her the sole freedom for a night
of Mr.. Robert Hervey Randolph's COM
| Portable apartment and-what will she
do? The answer is easy. She will
find the bath and turn on the hot
water.
That was the very first thing that
Miss Imogene Pamela Thornton did
after she had finished spying from the
window on the movements OF what
what, in reality, was Mr.. Patrick
| O'Reilly in Mr.. Randolph's best top
hat, best suit OF evening clothes and
overcoat, best gray silk muffler. price
twenty-five dollars, and best patent
leather shoes-the last very tight
fit which made the revamped gentle
mans gait a cross between that OF q
chicken on hot stove and a drunk
on his reluctant way home.
Even the unsuspecting Miss Thorn
ton was puzzled by that halting loco
motion in connection with what she
knew of Mr.. Randolph, but she added
It, two and two, with the mysterious
twenty minutes spent by that gentle
man and the driver in the recesses Of
the cab, apparently to settle a differ
ence In ideas as to the value of
waiting taxi, and decided that poor
Mr.. Randolph must have issued from
the interview in a semi-crippled state.
She herself was too excited to let
pity altogether absorb her. Without
waiting for either the tortured way
farer or the taxi to get quite out of
sight, she dropped the window curtain
and turned to possess herself Of her
world of comfort for night. A
starved instinct led her straight to
the luxuriously appointed bathroom.
AS previously intimated, she turned
on the hot water and clasped her
hands ecstatically as she watched its
crystalline surge and imagined she
could smell the opalescent steam.
But not for long was she inactive.
Having surrendered TO circumstance
to the extent of promising to stay In
the fat until ten the following morn
ing, she decided to do the job whole
heartedly, for Imogene Pamela was
one Of those lucky and fated young
women who can never give themselves
by halves. II happiness so much as
showed its nose, it was her nature to
tackle blindly for Its waist and go
to the mat for the immediate present
Consequently, let not her modesty
be misjudged when II is related that,
In the short time 1t took to fill the
bath, she accomplished the following: {:
Rooted out Mr. Randolph's best silk
pajamas, found his softest bathrobe,
filed hot-water bottle and slipped II
far down between the too cold linen
sheets of his big bed. Continuing at
this rate Of achievement, IL may be
imagined that In ten minutes more the
young lady, having bathed, was curled
up and sound asleep. Not on your
lifel
Item: It took her twenty-one min
utes by the clock to scrub out the
memory of the scabby zinc bathtubs
Of many years. Item: Twenty more
minutes to wash her hair. Item ::
Half an hour more to scrub her under
wear and stockings. Assorted items:
Various pauses during which she
shamelessly looked at herself In a full
length mirror Of such pure rejecting
qualities as had not crossed her path
since England was pup. After that
long, enhancing item, called "dry-
ing her hair"
Did you blame her, three lines back
In your heart for her frequent inspec-
tIOns of self In the mirror7 II you
did, look at her nowi Mr.. Randolph'a
bathrobe is billowed at her waist and
tied tight to keep 1t from trailing on
the floor; for almost q like reason,
its sleeves are rolled up above her
elbows. 1t is open in a V at the neck
showing the adolescent curve Of a
virginia. but much excited bosom.
With a woolly towel In both hands
she plants herself before the staid old
looking-glass and gives 1t such a treat
as 1t has never before savored In its
sixty-two years of service to the Ran
dolph family. Rub, rub, rub with the
towel Her cheeks grow pink ana
pinker, her eyes round and rounder
They twinkle and smile, and once
when she made a little face at her
self, they laughed out loud. Her hair
slowly wakes from its stringy damp
ness until It, too, bursts into sort OF
light and curly merriment. Pamela
puffs out her cheeks and blows at it's
reflection.
CTo BE CoNTINUED.)
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