The Monett times., 1921-06-03

Rooted out Mr.. Randolphs best silk
paialnas, found his softest bathrobe,
/ filled a hot.water bottle and slipped 1t
far down between the too cold linen
sheets of his big bed. Continuing a,
Mis- rate Of achievement, it may be
Imagined that in ten minutes more the
young lady. having bathed, was curled
up and sound asleep Not or your
life
Item: 1t took her twenty-one min
ures by the clock to scrub out the
memory of the scabhy zinc bathtuhs
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
shamelG sSly looked at herself in full
length mirror of such pure rejecting
qualities as had not crossed her path
since England was a pup. After that
long. eutrancing item, called dry
ing her hair"
Did you blame her. three lines back,
in your heart for her frequent inSpsc-
tiuns OF self in the mirror? If yoa
did. look at her now! Mi Randolnh's
bathrohe IS billowed nj her waist and
tied tiGht to keep il from trailing oa
the floor: for almost like reason,
lis sleeves are relied up above her
elbows. Ii is open in a V At the necsi,
showing the Gdolescent curve OF
virginia. but much excited bosom.
With a woolly towel in both hands.
she plants herself before the Staid old
lo0king-glaSs and gives it such treat
as it has never before savored in its
siXty-two years OF service to the Ran
dC.ph family. Rub. rub. rub with the
towel. Her cheeks grow pink and
piaker. her eyes round and rounCer.
They twinkle and smile. and once.
when she made a little face al 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 It's
reflection
When all the rubbing is done. even
TO the last rite where they divide the
fragrant food into two waves falling
over the bosom 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 rs though it had been waiting
up for her.
The writer-who is privileged. for
The benefit OF a large and growing
public, to see her in his minds eye
as her pink hare feet pad up and down
the room. racing every time they come
to the home-stretch between the I'M
peopIcd grandstanI of the couch and
tie fire, and then doubling suddenly.
so that her wide eyes may catch her
hair still on the wing for all the world
like a kitten chasing its tail-does
herein affirm, by the collective man
hood of the earth, that she was alto
gether lovable and beyond the reach
of sullying thought. Now let her
curl uD in the bed ana sleep.
Slumber meant nothing in Pamelas
life. That statement should be taken
not in the sense OF the common slang
of the vulgar. hut at it's literal face
value. What is meant is that when
this young lady slept it was like tax
ing a chunk bodily out Of life and
| putting it in warm storage. As CON
sequence, when tie old-fashioned clock
ON the mantel buried warning thar
it was thinking OF striking the hour
of nine in about two minutes, she
| opened her eyes and wondered through
what magic night had been suddenly
| replaced by broad and smiling day.
Not for long did that lifelong and
| accustomed miracle hold her attention,
! for scarcely had it occurred, through
! force of habit, to her awakening
thought than her startled eyes fell up
on the tall, stopped, gray-headed figure
of man, clad in livery, and standing
! unstably poised in the doorway OF the
room. His eyes, naturally deep-set,
| actually protruded from his face as
though they We're determined to come
halfway to ne. Pamela's 'ronderinC
orbs. He looked like solemn raven
which has carelessly alighted on Hive
wire.
"He-hello!' stammered the younl
lady.
"Good-morning, miss" said Tomlin
son, in sepulchral and censoriou'
tones. "Where is Master Robertf
"You mean Mr., Randolph" asket
Pamela, a little breathlessly.
| The old man steadied himself b.
seizing the door-jamb and bowed con
firmation of her supposition.
Il don't know where he Is" sail
Pamela, more calmly. "The last tim
l saw him he was llmping west"
twinkle came into her eyes. why d
you ask?"
"Why do / askT he c--laimed
. "AIiss, do you mind telling n. lho yo'
ere and 'vha or are doing IN MI