Connecticut western news., 1921-02-17

hol' OcSt Su1I OI eNSuluk ClOIn0S anu overcoat, best gray silk mufler, price twenty-two dollars, and best patent leather shoes-the last a very tight 1t which made the revamped gentle mans gait cross between that of a chicken on hot stove and drunk on his reluctant way home.
 Even the unsuspecting Miss Thorn ton was puzzled by that haiting loco motion in connection with what she knew of MT. Randolph, but she added 1t, two and two, with the mysterious twenty minutes spent by that gentle man and the driver In the recesses of the cab, apparently to settle a differ ence in ideas as to the value of a waiting taxi, and decided that poor MT. Randolph must have issued from the interview in semi-crippled state.
 She herself was too excited to let pity altogether absorb her. Without waiting for either the tortured way. farer or the taxi to get quite out of sight, she dropped the window curtain and turned to possess herself of her world of comfort for a night. A starved instinct led her straight to the luxuriously appointed bathroom. As previously intimated, she turned on the hot water and clasped her hands ecstatically 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 to stay in the flat until 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. If happiness so much as showed its nose, 1t was her nature to tackle blindly for its waist and go to the mat for the immediate present.
 Consequently, let not her modesty be misjudged when 1t is related that, in the short time 1t took to i'll the bath, she accomplished the following: Rooted out MT. Randolph's best silk pajamas, found his softest bathrobe, filled hot-water bottle and slipped 1t far down between the too cold linen sheets of his big bed. Continuing at this rate of achievement, 1t may be imagined that in ten minutes more the young lady, having bathed, was curled up and sound asleep. Not on your life!
 Item: It took her twenty-one min utes by the clock to scrub out the memory of the scabby zipc bathtubs 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 shameltssly looked at herself in a full length mirror of such pure renecting qualities as had not crossed her path since England was a pup. After that, a long, entrancing item, called "dry- ing her hair"
 Did you blame her, three lines back, in your heart for her frequent inspec- tlUns of self In the mirror? If you did, look at her nowI MT. Randolph's bathrobe Is biilowed at her waist and tied tight to keep 1t from trailing on the floor; for almost a like reason, its sleeves are rolled up above her elbows. It is open in V at the neck, showing the adolescent curve of virginal but much excited bosom.
 With a woolly towel in both hands. she plants herself before the staid old looking-glass and gives it such a treat as 1t has never before savored In its 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 1t, 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 thesbosom and mercilessly 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 1t had been waiting up for her.