The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-02-10

heartedly. for lmogene Pamela was
d Of those lucky and fated young
women who can never give themselves
~ halves. II happiness % much as
showed Its nose. 1t 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 II Is related that,
In the short time It took to Ill the
bath, she accomplished the following:
Rooted out Mr.. Randolph's best silk
pajamas. found his softest bathrobe,
filled q hot-water bottle and slipped II
far down between the too cold linen
sheets OF his big bed. Continuing at
this rate Of achievement, It may be
imagined that III ten minutes more the
young lady, having bathed, was curled
mp 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 zinc bathtubs
Of many years. Item: Twenty more
minutes to wash her hair. item:
Half an hour more to scrub her under
rear and stockings. Assorted items:
Various pauses during which she
shamelessly looked at herself In q full
length mirror Of such pure rejecting
qualities as had not crossed her path
since England was a pup. After that.
a 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 mirrori II you
did. look at her now! Mr.. Randolph's
bathrobe Is billowed at her waist and
tied tight to keep it from trailing on
the floor; for almost a like reason,
It's sleeves + rolled up above her
elbows. It is open in q vat 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 1t such a treat
as it has Eve 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 q little face at her
self, they laughed out loud. Her hair
slowly wakes from its stringy damp
ness until 1t, too, bursts into q 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 food into two wave 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 It's
red eye as though It had been waiting
up for her.
The writer-who is privileged, for
the benefit of q large and growing
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
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 up in the bed and sleep.
5 Slumber meant nothing In Pamela's
life. That statement should be taken
not in the sense. of the common slang
Of the vulgar, but at its literal face
value. What is meant Is that when
this young lady slept, It was like tax
Ing q chunk bodily out Of life and
putting It In warm storage. Az q con-
sequence, when the o~1d-fashioned cleek
on the mantel blurred a warning that
1t was thinking Of striking theshour
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 1t occurred, through
force OF habit, to her awakening
thought than her startled eyes fell up
on the tall, stopped, gray-headed figure
Of q man, clad In livery, and standing
nnstably poised In the doorway Of the
room. His eyes, naturally deep-set,