The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1921-03-24
Mr.. Milyuns, and beat it.


| that it was almost exactly the hour
| which Mr.. Milyuns had set for the ar
rival Of his wife and daughter, Pamela
couldn't help hoping-but in vain. 1t
was with a slightly resigned air that
she received Mrs. and Miss Milyuns
instead of Mr. Robert Randolph.
| Mrs. Milyuns flew to her, set hands
on her shoulders, searched her face
with eager shrewd eyes, and said:
Borden indeed told me the truth
about you, my dear. May kiss you?"
Pamela extended one cheek to the
salute while her eyes wandered off to
size up the tall, blonde, cool young
person that she surmised must answer
to the name of Eileen Milyuns. Being
the product Of two shorts, how on
earth had she managed to grow so
long? Her face was regularly beauti-
full, as though it had been carefully
made to order like her clothes. She ap-
peared as passive as a Palmer snow
Scape.
After a little skirmishing for posi-
ton, the three ladies seated them
selves in a triangle, into the center Of
which the well-trained Tomlinson ran
tea-wagon.
"Now," said Mrs. Milyuns, having
emptied and put down her cup, "let's
forget the sheer romance of the situa-
tion, my dear, and get down to prac-
tical problems. The first Of all things,
as you must realize, is the necessity Of
getting you a companion. Would you
care to be our guest in Madison avenue
until you can pick one out?"
81 would put clothes ahead Of
housecat, murmured Eileen.
Her mother ignored the remark and
kept her eyes fixed on Miss Thornton's
perplexed face. That young lady seemed
in no lack Of something to say but
rather in search of words and the
plunging courage necessary to the say
ing. She drew long breath and deliv-
cred herself of the following:
Really, it's most awfully kind Of
you, but, as I told Mr.. Milyuns, Tom
linson is such a dear that I am going
+ to continue him as my companion"
'Tomlinson y" exclaimed Mrs. Mil
yuns, and then smiled indulgently for
the first time during the interview, be-
ing under the impression that at last
she had run into something approprf-
ately naive in the bearing of her new
charge "Of course you can keep him
! on, but you must realize that you can't
live here without woman in the
! house."
"Oh, yes, 1 can," said Miss Thornton,
q little breathlessly. II have feel
ing-I can't explain it exactly-that
this apartment is a one-woman setting.
AS I said to Mr. Milyuns, I don't want
to clutter it with females"
A silent laugh crept into the eyes of
the marblesQue Eileen; something In
side of her sat up and took notice. She
glanced round the room and MUIR
INJURED:
Mother, she's absolutely right. I'm
for her."
"'Rightv Eileen!" exclaimed Mrs.
Milyuns, flushing in her indignation at
| finding a traitor in the home camp. Il
don't know what your generation is
coming to. The impossible is never
right
Having taken up her suave cudgel,
Eileen was in no haste to lay it down,
and may it be pointed out right here
! that Miss Imogene Pamela Thornton
had the rare faculty of enlisting the
nearest bystander to assume her bat
ties for her, thenceforth becoming q
charmingly interested onlooker, ready
to watch the tide of her own fortune
from the vantage-point of an entirely
impersonal detachment.
"Thats where you slipped, mother"
continued the quite unruffled Eileen.
There's nothing impossible to our
generation. Impossibilities are our
| food, drink and raiment. We're like
those surprising orchid things that de-
fy the usual laws and live on air."
Eyes" remarked Mrs. Milyuns; "any
new air. But didn't bring you here,
Eileen, to be a stumbling-block TOTO
Pamela, who is suddenly faced with
problems in the solution of which she
deserves our sympathetic assistance"
you've hit the nail on the head
again. mcther," parried Eileen. you're
not in sympathy with her, and l am,
go you'd better hand over her check.
and tomorrow morning at ten I'll pe
here to help her cash and spend 1t--li
necessary" She turned to Pamela With
! q twinkle of anticipation in her eyes,
"How about it?''
Pamela smiled back her bubbling
smile, and then suddenly grew grave.
"Do you think I could order oy
measure?" she asked, and, remark1ng
the hurt astonishment on Elleen's
face, continued in rapid but neverthe-
less halting explanation: "You see' It's
Mr.. Randolph. This is really his apart
ment, and he may be back almost any
any day. II don't want to miss
him. II wouldn't be out when he
comes, for anything"