The diamond drill., 1921-03-12


sheets OF his bic bed. Continuing -
this rste Of achievement. II may be
imagined that 10 len minutes more the
young lady, having bathe6. WAS CURED
up and sound asleep. Noi on your
life
lem: II took her tw~nc.-cne IN n
utes by the clock 10 scrub oat me
memory OF the s,HDby zinc bs'tiubr
OF many years. Item: Twenty more
minutes 10 wash her hair. Item
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 rejecting
qualities as had not crossed her path
since England was a pup. After that,
a long, enhancing item, called dry
Ing her hair"
Did you blame her. three lines back.
In your heart for her frequent inspec-
tiOns OF self I'm the mirror? II you
did, look at her now Mr.. Randolph's
bathrobe is billowed at her waist and
tied tight to keep II from trailing on
the floor; for almost a like reason,
its sleeves are rolled up above her
elbows. II is open In V at the neck.
showing the adolescent curve of a
virginia. but much excited bosom.
With woolly towel in both hands.
she plants herself before the staid old
lookInggl and gives II such a treae
l.ap CO.. n
sixty-two years Of service 10 the Ran
dolph family. Rub, rub, rub with the
towel. Her 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 It's stringy damp
ness until IL. too, bursts into a sort of
light and curly merrlment. Pamela
puffs out her cheeks and blows at It's
reflection.
When all the rubbing Is done, even
to the last rite where they divide the
fragrant food 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 eve as though II had been waiting
up for her.
The writer-who Is privileged, for
the benefit OF 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 a kitten chasing It's tail-does
herein affirm, 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 Pamelas
life. That statement should be taken
not I'm 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, II was like TAX
ing chunk bodily out of life and
| putting II In warm storage. As a con-
sequence, when the oldfashloned clock
! on the mantel buried warning that
II 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 II occurred, through
force OF habit. to her awakening
thought than her startled eyes fell up
on the tall, stopped. gray-headed figure
OF a 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 10 come
halfway to meet Pamela's wondering