The Little River news., 1921-03-26
say; "Hriio, vivienne!" W


 ate a sensation?
 Something else did; namely, Miss Thornton's modulated but terribly clear voice.
 II met Mir. 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. q don't care to know him in pleasanter sur roundings."
 For one breathless second there threatened one of. those silences that spell social disaster. Eileen took it upon herself to mash it in it's extreme youth with soft tap of her efficient hammer.
 "Oh, must you really go?'' she re marked to Mir. Beamer.
 Did this spectacular debut strike the name of Imogene Pamela from the lists of the matronly elite of Manhattan2 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 own 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 cratic manner. No one could fathom just why she said, "No." 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 preponderance over the Ayes. Why? Simply because it was not fin 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 us? 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 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 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 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- ently 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 Mir. Mill yuns called by appointment and re- tailed word for word the following con versation which he participated in that very morning with Miss Madge Van Tellier of East Ninth street:
 "Oh, MT. Milyuns. are you doing all that advertising for Bobby Randolph?"
 "Yes, Madge; certainly am, and if 1t doesn't bear fruit pretty soon I'll have to give up tobacco"
 Are you advertising for his own good? l mean is it important to him not to you-for you to find him? Would he be really and truly glad to be found even against his will?'
 "Er-yes-er-it is-er-he would eff he isn't sixteen kinds of fool. I think caught them all, my dear, but if 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 for?"
 MT. Milyuns did not pretend for one second that he did not understand the preposterously worded query.
 You bet would" he answered promptly and emphatically "Now tell me what you've got up your sleeve. Please, Madge; that's dear girl! If you only knew how I'm worried seven times day"
 I'm trying to tell you" broke in Miss Van Teller, "but you talk so much l can't get in anywhere. Last night, taxi brought me home from er-from drive, and the cabman was Bobby, looking simply stunning in one of those awfully high-collared, khaki, waist-effect woolly coats, chauffeur's cap, tan puttees, boots, and all--"
 "Yes, yes" interrupted Mir. Milyuns; T know now just how he looked. What was the license-number of the car, and to which company did it belong?"
 A long pause.
 "Why, didn't notice"
 "Thanks awfully, my dear"
 Sound of hanging up the receiver.
 "So there you are" said Mr. Milyuns to the very much excited Pamela. We've got this far and, by fiuke en- tirely unconnected with the twenty-two