The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1921-04-08
CONTINUED from last week..

"You mean Mr.. Randolph" asked
Pamela, little breathIessly.
The old man steadIed himself by
SELLING the door-jamb and bowed con-
fiFmatiOn OF her superstition.
~ don't know where he IT," said
Pamela. more calmly. 1.-THE last TIME
l saw him he waA lImping west" A
twinkle came into her eyes why do
you ask?7
''Why do ask?" he exclaimed.
"Aliss, do you mind telling me who You
are and what you are doing In Mr..
Randolphs apartment at nine O'clock
on Friday m0rnlng?'
an November" supplemented Pam
ella, rs though she were supplying Il
very important addition TO the facts in
the case II am Miss Thornton" she
added, with as much dignity az a
maiden, tulnbled Of hair. flushed Of
cheek, and euddled in a young mans
big bed could summon
The effect OF her words on TOmlin-
son was electrical.
Miss Imogene Pamela ThorntonT"
ne asked, as he suddenly Strengthened
and let 20 of his supports.
Yes" said Pamela. gazing at him
in undlsguised surprise. How did
gOu known
why, miss" said the old man, I'm
TOmlinson. Excuse me for saying 50.
he added, a pale flush in his withercd
cheeks, but many time In the old
days Maggie let me take you on my
knee. A mort Of worry you have
given us, miss"
Quick tears rose 10 Pamela's eyes.
"oh" she cried. You knew Mag.
Rie?o
I'm manner Of speaking, I dld,'
stated TomlinsOn generously. kissed
her, hut she never let me get ns far
as hugglng, poor girl She said she
knew she wasn't here for long
enough"
Laughter bubbled into Pameias eyes
alongside Of the tears, hut, IN spite ~
~, the next moment she was crying
softly.
"P.poor M-Maggle 90 she sobbed
TOmllnson sbobbed his head up and
down In formal sympathy, too old 10
worry much over woman's weeping.
II understand that she must ave
went" he said. Elise you wouldn't be
alone, miss. WIN you have your
breakfast la bedT"
"Oh, could II" shifted Pamela. and
then her eyes fen on the clock. "No,
] can't" she decided for herself "YOu
see, TomlInson, only pro.promIsed to
stay until ten"
I'm be getting your bath ready,
then, MISS said Tominson, and With
drew.
Half an hour later Pamela WAS en-
JoyIng lonely tray" breakfast, placed
~ her command before the couch,
which faced the friendly lre IN the big
llying-room. without being a mind
reader, It is possible TO surmse 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 neal, Danish baby
Mr.. Gloom that was hanging round.
While she was still toying with her
food she heard the bell ring and Tom
linson's voice saying In deep, respect
full tones: Miss Thornton VIII see you,
SIR. She is in the slttIng-room'
Pamela dropped her egg.spoon and
stood up, back to the fire. just In time
10 face neatly dressed, pnk.cheeked,
bright-eye bald.headed little gentle
man, who stood, poised but alert, IN
the open doorway, like a bird about
TO peck at her to see If she We're the
real thing.
Miss ThorntonT he asked, in pc
cullarly liquid voice.
Pamela nodded her head twice.
81 am Mr.. Borden Mliyuns," cOntln-
ned the molten voice, and the bright
eyes studied her face expectantIy.
Pamela puckered her brows In an
effort 10 meet that expectancy half
way but failed.
Are your" she asked doubtfully,
and with a mental reservation against
Mr.. Robert Heryey Randolph for out
raging the traditions OF childhood by
sending 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 the
couch decislyely, sat down on one end
Of II, and waved his hand ut the other.
Tomlinson slipped In and out, bearing
the breakfast-tray away. Pamela ac-
cepted Mr.. Milyms' silent invitation
and seated herself, but tentatively, as
though she could only stay for min
ute.
Make yourself comfortable, my
dear" said Mr.. Milyuns; I'm going to
talk to YOU for some time"
''YOu can't" said Pam; mot here.
only have the fiat for six minutes
longer That IL, only prnpromised
to'stay here until ten" Her eyes wan
dered half expectantly, half wlstfuny
to the door
The blrd-man smiled.
Wen see about that" he said. SIN
sorry you don't remember me. II you
aEs indeed Miss 1mokens Pamela