The Little River news., 1921-03-19

minutes to wash her hair. ltem' Half an hour more to scrub her under wear and stockings Assorted items: Various pauses during which she shamelessly looked at herself in full length mirror of such pure refiecting qualities as had not crossed her path since England was pup. After that, long, entrancing item, called dry ing her hair." s4 s'99ts vxs
 Did you blame her, three lines back, in your heaft fQg her frequent jnspec- tions of self in the mirror? If you did, look at her now! Mir. Randolph's bathrobe is billowed at her waist and tied tight to keep it from trailing on the floor; for almost like reason, its sleeves are rolled up above her elbows. It is open in V at the neck, showing the adolescent curve of virginal but much excited bosom.
 With a woolly towel in both hands she plants herself before the staid old looking-glass and gives it such treat as 1t has never before sayored in Its sixty.two yeafs of service to the Ran dolph family. Rub, rub, rub with the towel. lief cheeks grow pink And pinker, her eyes round and rounder. They twinkle and smile, and once. when she made a little face at her self, they laughed out loud. Her hair slowly wakes from its stringy damp ness untQ t, too, bursts into sort of light and Curly imerriment. 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 flood 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 as 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 un- 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 knranl tha oh of sullying thought. Now let her curl up in the bed and sleep.
 Slrinber 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 talk ing a chunk bodily out of life and putting 1t in warm storage. As con- sequence, when the old-fashioned clock on the mantel blurred warning that 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 were determined to come halfway to meet Pamela's wondering