Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-08-20

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her; but she never let me get az far
as huxxing, poor girl She said she
knew she wasn't here for long
enough"
Laughter bubbled into Psmela's eyes
alongside Of the tears, but, In spite of
1t, the next moment abe was crying
softly.
"P-poor A-Maggie!" she sobbed.
Tomlinson bobbed his head up and
down In formal sympathy, too old to
worry much over woman's weeping.
II understand that she must ave
went" he said. elise you wouldn't be
alone, miss. VIII you have your
breakfast in bed1"
"Oh, could IY' shifted Pamela and
then her eyes fell on the clock. 'No,
| can't" she decided for herself. 'You
see, Tomlinson, I only pro-promised to
stay until ten."
"I'll be getting your bath ready,
then, miss" said Tomlinson, and with
drew.
Half an hour later Pamela was en-
joying lonely ''tray'-breakfast, placed
at her command before the couch,
which faced the friendly fire in the big
living-r0om. Without being a mind
reader, 1t 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 will see YOU
sir. She Is In the sitting-room."
Pamela dropped her egg-spoon and
stood up. back to the fire, just In time
to face a neatly dressed, pink checked,
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 II she were the
real thing.
Miss Thornton3" he asked, In a 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 a mental reservation against
Mr.. Robert Hervey Randolph for out
raging the traditions of childhood by
sending Father Christmas In this
dapper form. "Won't you sit DOWN."
she added politely.
MIR. Milyuns hung poised for a Sec
ond longer, and then advanced on the
couch decisively, sat down on one end
OF it, and waved his hand at the other.
Tomlinson slipped In and out, bearing
the breakfast-tray away. Pamela &C.
cepted Mr.. Milyuns' silent invitation
and seated herself, but tentatively, as
though she could only stay for a min
ute.
Make yourself comfortable, my
dear" said Mr., Milyuns I'm going to
talk to you for some time"
You can't" said Pam; mot here. |
only have the fat for six minutes
longer. That is, l only pro-promised
to stay here until ten." Her eyes wan
dered half expectantly, half wistfully
to the door.
The bird-man smiled.
wen see about that" he said. "Pm
sorry you don't remember me. II YOU
are indeed Miss Imogene Pamela
thornton l used to take you on my
knee often, many years ago."
Pamela could no longer be startled
by such announcements.
That's what Tmmlinson said this
morning. she remarked. Ever since
asst night, everybody meet seems to
to know my real name. don't nm.
It,"
riease trust me" said Mr.. Milyuns.
and you'll soon understand lot more
han that" He drew a slip from his
pocket. Now, do answer me careful
y. Tell me the addresses of the first
our places you and Maggie lived IN
after your father died"
i can't remember the firstr said
Fam, but, after seconds thoupbt
'attled off the names of three street.
md located addresses approximately
" describing nearby corner. nromi.
tent to childs mind for one reason
n another Those are the naxt
hree," she said. AFTER that wa
vent"
But Mr.. Nilyuns was satisfied
lhats enough for formalities. NV
lear. I'm convinced that You are tho
'erson FOR whom the firm Of Milyuns
Branch q Milyuns has been searching
or years. Do you remember your
Asa Thornton?'
YES" said Pamela, a vap,e wondor
nd terror in her eyes; "but | didn't
now he was real"
Didn't know he was reaIr. NV
laimed Mr.. Milyuns. "What do Won
leanT
Maggie used to say" exn,a,naa |
'amela, "Tf you're not good vow |
Asa Thornton, will catch
gu, and he hasn't cut his finger nails |
ince your poor father married your
ear mother" Pamela shuddered
You'll have to forget all that 4" said
ir Miiyuns soberly. Before your
reat-uncle died, he repented very ef.
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