The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1921-04-28


stated Tomllnson sonorously. "Kissed
her; but she never let me get as far
as hugging, poor girl She said she
knew she wasn't here for long
enough"
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.
Tomllnson bobbed his head up and
down In formal sympathy. too old to
worry much over woman's weeping.
III understand that she must ave
went" he said. ELISE you wouldn't be
alone. miss. WIN you have your
breakfast In bed7"
"Oh, could II" shifted Pamela, and
then her eyes fell on the clock. "No,
] can't" she decided for herself. "You
see, Tomlinson. I only pro-promised to
stay until ten"
"I'll be getting your BATH ready,
then, miss" said Tomllnson, and with
drew.
Half an hour later Pamela was en-
Joylng lonely tray breakfast, placed
at her command before the couch,
which faced the friendly fire In the big
living-room. Without being a mind
reader, 1t is possible to surmise 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 a 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 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 a neatly dressed. pink-cheeked
bright-eyed. bald-headed little gentle
man, who stood, poised but alert, In
the open doorway, like n bird about
to peck at her to see IL she were the
real thing.
Miss Thornton7" he asked, In a pc
cullarly liquid voice
Pamela nodded her head twice.
II am Mr.. Borden Mllyuns," contin-
ued the molten voice, and the bright
eyes studied her face expectantly.
Pamela puckered her brows In an
effort to meet that expectancy half
way, but failed.
"Are your" she asked doubtfully,
and with a mental reservation against
MFR. Robert Hervey 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.. Milyuns hung poised for sec
ond longer, and then advanced on the
couch decislvely, sat down on one end
of II, and waved his hand mt the other.
Tomllnson slipped In and out, bearing
the breakfast-tray away. Pamela ac-
cepted Mr.. Mllyuns' 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 is. only pro-promised
to stay here until ten" Her eyes wan
dered half expectantly, half wlstfully
TO the door.
The bird-man smiled.
We'll see about that" he said. "Pm
sorry you don't remember me. II you
are indeed Miss Imogene Pamela
Thornton, used to take you on my
knee often, many years ago"
Pamela could no longer be startled
by such announcements.
That's what Tomllnson said this
morning" she remarked. ever since
last night, everybody l meet seems to
to know my real name. / don't I'M
derstand IT,"
please trust me-" said Mr.. Mllyuns.
"and you'll soon understand lot more
than that" He drew a slip from his
pocket. "Now, do answer me careful
ly. Tell me the addresses of the first
four places you and Maggie lived In
after your father died"
IL can't remember the first" said
Pam, but, after seconds thought.
ratified or the names OF three streets.
and located addresses approximately
by describing nearby corners proml-
nent TO IA child's mind for one reason
or another. "rhose are the next
three" she said. "After that we
went"
But Mr.. Ailyuns was satisfied.
That's enough for formallties, my
dear. I'm convinced that you are the
person for whom the firm OF Mllyuns
Branch Milyuns has been searching
for years. DO you remember your
great-uncle, Asa Thorntonf"
"Yes," said Pamela, a vague wonder
and terror in her eyes: but didn't
know he was real"
"Dldn't know he was realr" ex-
claimed Mr.. Milyuns. "What do Won
meanT'
''Maggie used to say" explained
Pamela. "Tf you're not good. youI
great-uncle, Asa Thornton, win catch
you, and he hasn't cut his finger nails
since your poor father married your
dear mother" pamela shudderad