The Elk Mountain pilot., 1921-03-03

upon herself to mash 1t in It's extreme
youth with soft. tap of her efficient
hammer.
"Oh, must you really go?" she re-
marked to Mr.. Beamer.
Did this spectacular debut strike the
name of Imogene Pamela from the lists
of the matronly elite of Manhattan
1t did not. Invitations rained on her
and found her unresponsive. Her
wOuld-be hostesses would have gone
the length of submitting rostrums Of
proposed guests as though to royalty,
except for the fact that each and every
one of them wished to put her own
nearest and dearest to the test of a
sudden meeting with the most, ex-
elusive of New York's latest crop of
buds.
Pamela refused and accepted these
bids for the latest thing in SENSATIONS
in the most erratic manner. No one
could fathom just why she said. NO"
and much less why she occasionally
said, Yes" The mystery only added
to the demands for her company and
the Nays soon began TO show an over
whelming preponderance over the
Ayes. Why? Simply because 1t was
not in the power of any of the host
esses to call up the moody girl and
say: my dear, we are going to have
just pork and beans for dinner tonight.
Won't you Join us? Mr.. Robert Her
vey Randolph said he would drop In
for pot-luck." .0 i4ta
Do hoA
ed an Invitation, It was In the rapidly
waning hope that Mr.. Randolph, be-
loved and once at the beck and call
of these very people, would appear
and come into his own. Could she
nave surmised that on two separate
occasions the knight errant of her
thoughts had actually seen her in her
most ravishIng bibless evening tucker,
had driven her to two familiar doors,
taken her money with averted face
and without inspecting the "clock,"
and had passed on to some quiet stand
to dream over her new glory and read
the latest batch of ads crying for news
of the whereabouts and welfare of self
could she have known these appar-
emily Insignificant items in the daily
life of the great city, she would have
wept her lovely eyes out twice over.
Such being her state of heart, i'm
agine her excitement when Mr.. Mil
yuns called by appointment and re-
tailed word for word the following con-
versation which he had participated In
that very morning with Miss Madge
Van Teller of East Ninth street:
"Oh, Mr.. Milyuns. are you doing all
that advertising for Bobby Randolph
"Yes, Madge; certainly am. and If
1t doesn't bear fruit pretty soon I'll
have to give up tobacco"
"Are you advertising for his own
good? l mean is 1t important to him
mot to you-for you to find him?
Would he be really and truly glad to
be found even against his willf''
"Er-yes-er-it is-er-he would
er-if he isn't sixteen kinds Of fool.
1 think I caught them all, my dear.
but II left any out. please repeat"
"Yes," admitted the lady question
mark your legal mind answered them
all. Now tell me Just your human self
Ii you were In Bobby's place, would
you, want to be found by you for the
purpose that you want to find him
fort" -'si.'-A 7'' Hi'ae' . ITO
Mr.. kilyuns did not pretend for one
second that he did not understand the
preposterously worded query. .'i''' Z.
you. bet wouldl" he answered
promptly and emphatically, "Now tell
me. what you've. got up your sleeve,
Please, Madge; that's a dear grill II
you only knew how I'm worried seven
times day" '''' 'y~
"rm trying to tell you," broke in
Miss Van Teller. 'but you talk SO
much I can't get in anywhere. Last
night, taxi brought me home from
er-from a drive. and the cabman was
Bobby, looking simply stunning in one
Of those awfully high-collared, Khaki,
waist-effect w0olly coats, chauffeur's
cap. tan puttees, boots. and all" -
"Yes, yes" interrupted Mr.. Milyuns;
Il know now just how ne looked. What
was the license-number Of the car, and
to which company did 1t belong?"
A long pause.
Wny, didnt notice"
Thanks awfully. my dear"
Sound Of hanging up the receiver.
$50 there you are." said Mr.. Milyuns
to the very much excited Pamela.
We've got this far and, by a fiuke en-
tirely unconnected with the twenty-five
sleuths I have been pensioning In ad-
vance Of their lifelong service, Robert
is driving one of the sixty-three thou
sand taxicabs that infest the streets
Of New York" 'f fit'1 ~ sr = e
''Poor dearl" said Pamela, tears ris-
ing to her adorable eyes. Then she dis
missed Mr.. Milyuns. who would gladly
have fingered. II have to go out now.
I'm so sorry. but thank you very. very
much"
Cant I drop you wherever you're
going?" asked the very human mind of
the leading legal authority on corpora
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