The Elk Mountain pilot., 1921-03-03

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And Were Soon Involved in an Orgy
Of Trying On.
apartment looked like the staterOom
de lux of a millionaire young lady re
turning from Paris with nothing tc
wear and preparing to swear to 1t be
fore all the customs officials in Goth
am. Tomlinson was ordered to fill the
cellar with wrapping-paper, tissue-pa-
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 failing over in a
dead faint from. exhaustion. Even
Eileen divested her person of every
thing but, and experimental with such
dear garments as 1t 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 it to say
that, in one hours twinkling of the
eye, she became such a radiant vision
as chokes mere words down into the
pit Of mans stomach, makes his jaw
work like that of a fish on q hot side
walk. fills his eyes with the pleading
light of calf-love and inspires his
hands with an overmastering desire to
reach for 1t.
For two. four. six days, a 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.
Mr.. 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 Mr.. Randolph. In 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 a
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 a minute and leisurely study
Of all the exits from Manhattan. the
plain-clothes men had given It as their
united opinion that Mr.. Randolph had
been speaking facetiously in his last.
known remark and had probably not
voyaged farther south than Canal
street. They said II 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 Mr.. Milyuns in
the direction of springing Miss Thorn
ton on society went equally awry. but
were not quite SO frnitless. His ma
tural love of a smooth-running estab
lishment on'the slippery crust Of Goth
ans social plane would have beer
saved severe bump II American pa
rents were as careful to look up theil
guests moral records as they are t.
study their ratings in Bradstreetum's.
Unfortunately for Mr.. Milyuns, 4
happened that certain young scior
of once gentlemanly house was in
cluded in the first large dinner-box
party given to meet Miss Imogen,
Pamela Thornton. In the natura
course Of such events, the pasty you'll
stepped up for presentation, register
ing in his protuberant eyes a CLEAN o
dubious surprise. What II he shoul,
say, Hello. vivienuep Would 1t ere
ate a sensation7
Something else did; namely, Mis-
Thornton's modulated but terribl,
clear voice.
II met Mr.. Beamer," said Pamela
drawing back quickly her half-extend
ed hand. "when I was chorus-girl.
She turned with winning smile t
her recently beaming hostess. II dom
care to know him in pleasanter sur
roundings."
For one breathless second Their