Charlevoix county herald., 1921-03-18
(Continued)

Ella on the back. "Who would have
thought 1t, you adorable, lonely little
girlr'
Pamela threw up her head and
smiled through the sudden summer
shower.
.'.I know 1t was ridiculous" she said,
But / couldn't help it. You made me
like you all of sudden, and just had
to, because you've had bath and you
look so clean inside and out" She
kissed him as she broke away.
II see; l see," said the astounded
Mr.. Milyuns, and beat ii.
At two minutes after five the door
bell rang again. In spite of the fact
that il was almost exactly the hour
which Mr. Milyuns had set for the ar
rival of his wife and daughter, Pamela
couldn't help hoping-but in vain. 1t
was with slightly resigned air that
she received Mrs. and Miss Milyuns
instead Of Mr.. Robert Randolph.
Mrs. Milyuns few to her, set hands
on her shoulders, searched her face
with eager shrewd eyes, and said:
Borden indeed told me the truth
about you, my dear. May l kiss your"
Pamela extended one cheek to the
salute while her eyes wandered off to
size up the tall, blonde, cool young
person that she surmised must answer
to the name of Eileen Milyuns. Being
the product of two shorts, how on
earth had she managed TO grow so
long? Her face was Regularly beauti-
full, as though 1t had been carefully
made to order like her clothes. She APP
peared as passive as Palmer snow
scape.
After a little skirmishing for posi-
ton, the three ladies seated them
selves In triangle, into the center Of
which the well-trained Tomlnson ran
tea-wagon.
"Now." said Mrs. Milyuns, having
emptied and put down her cup, "let's
forget the sheer romance of the situa-
ton, my dear, and get down to prac-
tical problems. The first of all things.
as you must realize, is the necessity Of
getting you q companion. Would YOU
care to be our guest in Madison avenue
until you can pick one out?'
81 would put clothes ahead of a
hOusecat," murmured Eileen.
Her mother ignored the remark and
kept her eyes fixed on Miss Thornton's
perplexed face. That young lady seemed
In no lack Of something to say but
rather In search of words and the
plunging courage necessary to the say
ing. She drew long breath and deliv-
cred herself of the following:
Really, it's most awfully kind of
you, but, as l told Mr.. Milyuns, Tom
linson is such a dear that 1 am going
to continue him as my companion"
Tomlinson p" exclaimed Mrs. Mil
yuns, and then smiled indulgently for
the first time during the interview, be-
ing under the impression that at last
she had run into something appropri-
ately naive in the bearing of her new
charge. "Of course you can keep him
on, but you must realize that you can't
live here without a woman in the
house."
"Oh, yes, can," said Miss Thornton,
little breathlessly. II have feel
ing-I can't explain 1t exactly--that
this apartment is a one-wOman setting.
AS said to Mr. Milyuns | don't want
to clutter 1t with females"
A silent laugh crept into the eyes OF
the marblesque Eileen; something in
side of her sat up and took notice. She
glanced round the room and muir
INJURED:
Mother she's absolutely right I'm
for her.
Fright Eileenl" exclaimed Mrs.
Milyuns. flushing in her Indignation at
finding a traitor in the home camp. 81
don't know what your generation is
coming to. The impossible is never
right"
Having taken up her suave cudgel,
Eileen was in no haste to lay it down,
! and may 1t be pointed out right here
that Miss Imogene Pamela Thornton
had the rare faculty of enlisting the
nearest bystander to assume her bat
ties for her. thenceforth becoming a
d charmingly interested onloOker, ready
to watch the tide of her own fortune
from the vantage-point of an entirely
e impersonal detachment.
That's where you slipped, mother"
2 continued the quite unruffled Eileen.
"There's nothing impossible TO our
9 generation. Impossibilities are our
food, drink and raiment. We're like
those surprising orchid things that de-
fy the usual laws and live on air"
EYES," remarked Mrs. Milyuns; "any
new air. But didn't bring you here
Eileen, to be stumbllng-block TOTO
Pamela, who is suddenly faced with
problems I'm the solution of which she
deserves our sympathetic assistance
you've hit the nail on the head
again, mother" parted Eileen. You're
not in sympathy with her. and i am
80 you'd better hand over her check