The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-02-05

lazy.
check, and cuddled in n young mans
big bed could summon.
The effect Of her words on Tomlin-
son was electrical.
Miss Tmogene Pamela ThorntonT
he asked. as he suddenly Strengthened
and let go of his supports.
"Yes," said Pamela, gazing AT him
in undlsgulsed surprise. "How did
you know"
"Why, miss" said the old man. TIN
Tomlnson. Excuse me for saying So
he added, a pale flush In his witherec
checks, "but many time In the old
days Maggie let me take you on my
knee. A mort OF worry you have
given us, miss" ....al UH
Quick tears rose TO Ppmela's eyes.
"Ohr' she cried. "You knew Mag
gieT' ut Htt
"In O manner of speaking, i did,
stated Tomlinson sonorously. kissed
her; but she never let inc get as far
as hugging, rpoor girlt She said she
knew she wasn't bere for long
enough"
Laughter bubbled into Pamela's eyes
alongside of the tears. hut, In spi,e OF
| II, the next moment she was crying
softly.
"P-roor M.MnggIe" she sobbed
1omllnson bobbed his head ~ aad
down In formal sympathy, too oil to
worry much over womnn's weepi g.
81 understand that she must ave
went" he said. ''Illse you wouldn't be
alone. miss. VIII you have your
breakfast In bed?"
| "Oh. could II" shifted Pamela, and
then her eyes fell on the clock. no,
l can't" she decided for herself "YOu
see, Tomlinson, / only pro-promIsed to
stay until ten" sass ... r..
"Tll be getting your bath ready,
then, miss" said Tomllnson, and with
drew. ,N'. .'H
Half an hour later Pamela was en-
| joylng lonely "tray"-breakfast, placed
at her command before the couch,
which faced the friendly IRE In the big
liying-room. without being q mind
reader. II is possible to surInlse that
she ate very slowly, In the vain hope
that Mr.. Randolph would pop In, with
or without Father Christmas, and
Joining her In the meal, Danish baby
Mr., Gloom that was hanging round.
While she was still toying with her
food she heard the bell ring and Tom
lnsons voice saying, In deep, respect
full tones: Miss Thornton will see you
sir She is In the sitting-room."
Pamela dropped her egg-spoon and
stood up, back to the fire, just In time
to face q neatly dressed, pink.cheeked,
'bright-eyed, bald-headed little gentle
nan, who stood, poised but alert, In
the open doorway, like bird about
to peck at her to see II she were the
real thing.
miss ThorntonT' he asked, In a pc
culiarly liquid voice.
Pamela nodded her head twice.
81 am Mr.. Borden Milyuns," contln-
ued tbe molten voice, and the bright
eyes studied her face expectantly.
Pamela puckered her brows in on
effort TO meet that expectancy half.
way, Dut Iaileu.
"Are your" she asked doubtfully,
and with a mental reservation against
Mr.. Robert Heryey Randolph for out
raging the traditions OF childhood by
sending a Father Christmas In this
dapper form. won't you sit DOWN
she added politely.
Mr. Mllyuns hung poised for sec
ond longer, and then advanced on tho
couch decisively, sat down on one enc
Of II, and waved his hand at the other
rondinson slipped IN ana out, bearinI
the breakfast-rray away. Pamela &C
csp'sd Mr.. MilyUns Silent Invitation
md seated herself, hut tentatively, ~
trough she couId only stay for a min
Ute.
Make yourself comfortable, m,
. dear" said Mr.. Milyuns; I'm going I,
IA K to sou for some time
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