The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-02-17

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Thornton's modulated but terribly
clear voice.
II met Mr.. Beamer," said Pamela,
drawing back quickly her ~half-extend-
ed hand, "Yhen i was q chorus-girl."
She turned with a winning smile to
her recently beaming hostess. IT don't
are to know him In ~pleasanter sur
roundings."
For n breathless second there
threatened n of those ~silences that
spell social disaster. Eileen took 1t
upon herself to mash It In its extreme
youth with a soft tap Of her efficient
hammer.
"Oh, must you really got" she re
marked to Mr.. Beamer.
Did this spectacular debut strike the
name Of Imogene Pamela from the lists
Of the matronly elite of Manhattan
It did not. Invitations rained on her
and found her unresponsive. Her
would-be hostesses would have gone
the length Of submitting rostrums OF
proposed guests as though to royalty,
except for the fact that each and every
one Of them wished to put her W
nearest and dearest to the test Of a
sudden meeting with the most ex-
elusive of New York's latest crop Of
buds.
,, Pamela refused and accepted these
bids for the latest thing In sensations
In the most erratie manner No one
could fathom just why she said, "N6,"
and much less why she occasionally
said, Eyes The mystery only added
to the demands for her company and
the Nays soon began to show an over
whelming prepondeSance yer the
Ayes. Why? Simply because It was
not In the power of any Of the host
esses to call up the moody girl and
say my dear, we are going to have
just pork and beans for dinner tonight.
Won't you join us7 Mr.. Robert Her
vey Randolph said he would drop in
for pot-luck."
Yes every time Pamela had accept
ed an invitation, it was In the rapidly
waning hope that MI. Randolph, be-
loved and once at the beck and call
Of these very people, would appear
and come into his own. Gould she
have surmised that on two separate
occasions the knight errant Of her
thoughts had actually seen her In her
most ravishing bibless evening tucker,
had driven her to two familiar doors,
taken her money with averted face
and without inspecting the "clock,"
and had passed IN to some quiet stand
to dream over her new glory and read
the latest batch Of ads crying for news
Of the whereabouts and welfare Of self
could she have known these appar-
emily Insignificant items in the daily
life Of the great city, she would have
wept her lovely eyes out twice over.
Such being her state Of heart, i'm
agine her excitement when Mr.. MIL
yuns called by appointment and re-
tailed word for word the following con
versati0n which he had participated In
that very morning with Miss Madge-
Van Teller Of East Ninth street:
"Oh, Mr.. Milyuns, are you doing all
that advertising for Bobby RapdolphY
Eyes, Madge; I certainly am, and IL
it doesn't bear fruit pretty soo I'll
have to give up tobacco"
Are you advertising for his own
good? I mean is 1t important to him
NOT to you-for you to find himf
Would he be really and truly glad to
be found v against his will7"
"Er-yes-er-it is-er-he would
er-n he isn't sixteen kinds Of a fool.
I think I caught them all, my dear,
but if I left any out. please repeat"
YES" admitted the lady question
mark ; "your legal mind answered them
all. Now tell me just your human self
If you were In Bobby's place, would
you want to be found by you for the
purpose that you want to find him
fort"
Mr.. Milyuns did not pretend for o.
second that he did not understand the
preposterously worded query.
You bet I wouldp he answered
promptly and emphatically. "Now ten
me what you've got up your sleeve.
Please, Madge; that's q dear grill II
you only knew how I'm worried seven
times q, day"
I'm trying to. tell you" broke In
Miss Van Teller, "but you talk 50
much I can't get in anywhere. Last
night, a taxi brought me home from
er-from q drive, and the cabman was
Bobby, looking simply stunning in one
Of those awfully high-collared, khaki,
waist-effect wo0lly coats, c~hauffeur's
cap. tan puttees, boots. and all"
Yes, yes" interrupted Mr.. Milyuns;
Il know now just how he looked. What
was the license-number Of the q and
to which company did It belong7"
a long pause.
Why, / didn't notice."
Thanks aWfully, my DEAR"
Sound Of hanging up the receiver.
$50 there you are" said Mr.. Milyuns
to the very much excited Pamela.
We've got this far and, by a fuke en-
tirely unconnected with the TWENTY-FIVE
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