Connecticut western news., 1921-02-17

The writer-who Is privileged, for the benefit Of a 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 kitten chasing It's tail-does herein afirny 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.
 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, 1t was like talk ing a chunk bodily out of life and putting 1t in warm storage. As a con- sequence, when the old-fashioned clock on the fnantel blurred a warning that 1t 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 1t 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 were determined to come halfway to meet Pamela's wondering orbs. He looked like solemn raven which has carelessly alighted on live wire.
 "He-helloP stammered the young lady.
 "Good-morning, miss," said Tomlin- son, in sepulchral and censorious tones. "Where Is Master RobertT'
 "You mean Mir. Randolph" asked Pamela. a little hreathlessly.
 The old man steadled himself by seizing the door-jamb and bowed con- firmation of her supposition.
 'T don't know where he is," said Pamela, more calmly. "The last time I saw him he was limping west" A twinkle came into her eyes. "Why do you ask7"
 "Why do I ask2" he exclaimed. Miss do you mind telling me who you are and what you are doing in MT. Randolph's apartment at nine o'clock on Friday morningT
 "In November" supplemented Pam ella, as though she were supplying a very important addition to the facts in the case. 'T am Miss Thornton" she added, with as much dignity as a maiden, tumbled of hair, flushed of cheek, and cuddled in a young mans big bed, could summon.
 The effect of her words on Tomlin- son was electrical.
 Miss Imogene Pamela ThorntonT' he asked, as he suddenly strengthened and let go of his supports.
 Yes. said Pamela. gazing at him in undisguised surprise. How did you sSnowr
 why, mIss," said the old man, 'Tm Tomlinson. Excuse me for saying so," he added, a pale flush in his withered cheeks, "but many a 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 to Pamela's eyes.
 "oht" she cried. "You knew Mag gier'
 'Tn a manner of speaking, did" stated Tomlinson sonorously. "Kissed her; but she never let me get as far asr hugging, poor grill She. said she knew she wasn't here for long enough.r
 Laughter bubbled into Pamela's eyes alongside of the tears, but, in spite of 1t, the next moment she was crying softly.
 "P-poor M-Maggie" she sobbed.
 Tomlinson bobbed his head up and down in formal sympathy, too old to worry much over woman's weeping.
 'T understand that she must ave went" he said. "Else you wouldn't be alone, miss. VIII you have your breakfast in bed?"
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