Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1921-01-30

Ella, as though she We're supplying a
very important addition to the facts in
the case. 81 am Miss Thornton" she
added, with as much dignity as q
maiden, tumbled OF hair, flushed Of
cheek, and cuddled in a young mans
big bed, could summon.
The effect of her words on Tomlin-
son was electrical.
Miss Imogene Pamela ThorntonT'
he asked, as he suddenly Strengthened
and let go of his supports.
YES" said Pamela, gazing at him
in undisguised surprise. How did
you know"
why, miss" said the old man, TIN
Tomlinson. Excuse me for saying So"
he added, a pale flush in his withered
cheeks, but many time in the old
days Maggie let me take you on my
knee. A mort of worry you have
given us, miss"
Quick tears rose to Pamela's eyes.
"Ohm she cried. You knew Mag
gie?p
'In a manner Of speaking, 1 did,
stated Tomlinson generously. kissed
her; but she never let me get as far
as hugging, poor girl, She said she
knew she wasn't here for long
enough"
Laughter bubblcd into PameIa's eyes
alongside of the tears, but, in spite OF
it, the next moment she was crying
softly.
'P-poor M-Mageie!" she sobbed.
Tomlinson bobbed his head up and
down in formal sympathy, too old to
very much over woman's weeping
81 understand that she must ave
went" he said. elise you wouldn't be
alone, miss. win you have your
breakfast in bed?"
"Oh, could II" shifted Pamela, and
then her eyes fell on the clock. NO
can't" she decided for herself. "You
see, Tomlinson, l only pro-promised to
stay until ten"
'Ill be getting your bath ready,
then, miss" said Tomlinson, and with
drew
Half an hour later Pamela was en-
joying a lonely tray" breakfast, placed
at her command before the couch,
which faced the friendly fire in the big
livingroom. Without being a mind
reader, it is possible to surmise that
she ate very slowly, in the vain hope
that Mr. Randolph would pop in, with
or without Father Christmas, and
joining her in the meal, Danish a baby
Mr.. Gloom that was hanging round.
While she was still toying with her
food she heard the bell ring and Tom
linson's voice saying. in deep, respect
full tones: Miss Thornton viii see YOU,
sir. She is in the sitting-ro0m."
Pamela dropped her egg-spoon and
stood up, back to tine fire, just in time
to face a neatly dressed pink-cheeEed
bright-eyed, bald-headed little gentle
man, who stood, poised but alert, in
the open doorway, like a bird about
to peck at her to see if she were the
real thing
Miss Thnrnton?" he asked, i'm pc
culiarly liquid voice.
Pamela nodded her head twice.
Il am Mr. Borden Milyuns," contin-
ued the molten voice, and the bright
eyes studied her face eXpectantly.
Pamela puckered her broWs in an
effort to meet that expectancy half
way, but failed.
Are your she asked doubtfully,
and with mental reservation against
Mr.. Robert Hervey Randolph for out
raging the traditions of childhood by
sending a Father Christmas in this
dapper form. won't you sit DOWN.
she added politely.
Mr.. Aiilyuns hung poised for a sec
ond longer and then advanced on the
couch deciSiyely, sat down on one end
of it, and waved his hand at the other
Tomlinsoh slipped in and out, bearing
the hreallfast-tray away. Pamela &C,
cepted Mr.. Nlilyuns silent invitation
and seated herself, but tentatively, as
though she could only stay for min
ute.
Make yourself comfortable, my
dear" said Mr.. Milyuns; I'm going to
talk to you fer some time"
You can't" said Pam mot here. I
only have the flat. for six minutes
longer. That is, l only pro-promised
to stay here until ten" Her eyes wan
dered half eXpectantly, half wistfuly
to the door
The aird-man smiled.
Wen see about that" he said I'm
sorry you don't remember me- If you
are Indeed Miss Imogeno Pamela