Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-01-14

world of comfort for night. A
starved instinct led her straight to
The luxprlously appointed bathroom.
As previously intimated, she turned
on the hot water and clasped her
hands ecstatlcaily as she watched Its
crystalline surge and imagined she
could smell the opalescent steam.
But not for long was she inactive.
Having Surrendered to circumstance
to the extent of promising 70 stay In
tie fiat InflI ten the following morn
ing, she decided to do the Job whole
heartedly, for Imogene Pamela was
one OF those lucky and fated young
women who can never give themselves
by halves. II happiness so much as
showed its nose, II was her nature TO
tackle blindly for its waist and 90
to the mat for the immediate present.
Consequently, let not her modesty
be misjudged when It is related that,
In the short time II took 10 fill the
bath, she accomplished the following:
Rooted out Mr.. Rand,lph's best silk
pajamas, found his softest hathrobe.
nlltu u nOl-NultI JULIE SbVBNu ~
far down between me too cold linen
streets of his big bed. Continuing at
this rate of achievement, II may be
| lmegHed that In ten minutes more the
| young LADY, having ba,hed, was CURED
up and sound asleep. Not on your
| i.fe!
Item: II took her twentc-ohe min.
u:es by the C ock 10 scrub oLt the
memory OF the scdbby zine bs n 'nbs
| of many years. Item: Twenty more
minutes to wash her hair. Item:
Half an hour more TO scrub her under
wear and stockings. Assorted items:
Various pauses during which she
shamelessly looked at herself in full
length mirror of such pure rejecting
qualities as had not crossed her path
since England was pup. After that,
long, enhancing item, called dry
ing her hair"
Did you blame her, three lines back,
In your heart for her frequent inspec-
lions of self in the mirror If you
did, look at her now! Mr.. Randolph's
bathrObe is beloved at her waist and
tied tight to keep ii from trailing on
the floor; for almost like reason,
its sleeves are rolled up above her
elbows. 1t is open in V at the neck,
showing the adOlescent curve of a
virginia. but much excited bosom.
With a woolly towel in both hands,
she plants herself before the staid old
loOking-glass and gives it such treat
as IL has never before savOred in It's
siXty-two years of service to the Ran
dolph family. Rub, rub, rub with the
towel. Her cheeks grow pink and
pinker, her eyes round and rounder,
They twinkle and smile, and once,
when she made a little face at her
self, they laughed out loud. Her hair
slowly wakes from its stringy damp
ness until It, too, bursts into a sort of
light and curly merriment. Pamela
puffs out her cheeks and blows AT its
reflection.
When all the rubbing is done, even
TO the last rite where they divide the
fragrant flood into two waves falling
over the bosom and merciless'y knead
the damp ends between folds of the
dryest bit of the towel, she drops that
implement and runs into the big room
where the dying open fire blInks its
red eye as though It had been waiting
up for her.
The writer-who is privileged, for
the benefit of a large and CROWNS
public, TO see her in his minds eye
as her pink bare feet pad up and down
the room, racing every time they come
TO the home.stretch between the un
peopled grandstand of the couch and
the fire, and then doubling suddenly
so that her wide eyes may catch her
hair still on the wing, for all the world