Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1921-01-31

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had advertised in every paper in Goth
am, from tie New York Epoch to the
pink Police Gazette; he had offered
rewards; he had set traps and was
now supporting a large corps OF rap
idly fattening individuals who called
themselves 'plain-clothes" men-a
name that would have fitted them adj
mirably had the last syllable been omit
ted. His net results were the infor-
nation that Mr.. Randolph, in a repre-
hensible state OF int0xication and at
seven o'clock Of the morning Of which
he had disappeared, had exchanged his
swell evening garments. at a second
hand emporium on Sixth avenue for
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-clC.hes men had given it as their
united opinion that MI Randolph had
been speaking facetiously in his last
known remark and had probably not
voyaeed farther south than Canal
street. They said if 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
We're not quite 50 fruitless. His ma
tural love OF a smooth-running cstab-
lishment on the slippery crust Of Goth
ANS social plane would have been
saved a severe bump if American pa
rents were as careful to look up their
guests moral records as they are to
study their ratings in BTaGsreetum's.
Unfortunately for Mr.. BIilyuns, it
happened that & certain young scion
Of a once gentlemanly house was in
cluded in the first large dnner-boH-
party given to meet Miss ImOgena
Pamela Thornton. In the natural
course Of such events, the pasty youth
stepped up for presentation, register
ing IN his prOtuberanu eyes q CLEAN of
dubious surprise. What if he should
say, Hello, Viyienner7 Would it Gre
ate sensation?
Something else did; namely, Miss
Thornton's mOdulated but terribly
clear voice.
81 met Mr. Beamer," said Pamela,
drawing back quickly her half-eXtend-
ed hand, when I was a chorus-girl"
She turned with a winning smile to
her recently beaming hostess. 81 don't
care TO know him in pIeasanter sur
roundngs."
Fer one breathless second there
threatened one of those silences that
spell social disaster. Eileen took it
upon herself to mash 1t in its extreme
youth with soft tap Of her efficient
hammer.
"Oh, must you really go?" 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?
1t did not. Invitations raised on her
and found her upresponsive. Her
Would-be hostesses would have gone
the length of submitting rostruns Of
proposed guests as though to royalty
except for the fact that each and every
one Of them wished to put her own
nearest and dearest to the test of a
sudden meeting with the most cx-
elusive Of New York's latest crop Of
buds.
Pamela refused and accepted these
bids for the latest thing in sensations
in the most erratic manner. No one
could fathom just why she said, mo"
and much less why she occasionally
said, Yes" The mystery only added
to the demands for her company and
the Nays soon began to show an over
Whelming preponderaHce over 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 diSner tonight
Won't you join Us? Mr.. Robert Her.
yey 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 Mr.. Randolph. be-
loved and once at the beck and call
Of these very people, would appear
and come into his own. Could she
have surmised that on two separate
occasions the knight Grant 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 avcrted face
and without inspecting the clock"
and had passed on 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-
entity 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. Nil |
yuns called by appointment and re-
tailed word for word the following con- |
versation 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 Randolph" |
Yes, Madge; / certainly am. and if |