News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1921-03-02

Of all the exits from Manhattan. the
plain-clothes men had given 1t as their
united opinion that Mr.. Randolph had
been speaking facetiOusly in his last
known remark and had probably not
voyaged farther south than Canal
street. They said If he would only try
to leave New York they could find him
at once and settled down on a policy
of watchful waiting for that event
The efforts made by Mr., Milyuns in
the direction of springing Miss Thorn
ton on society went equally awry, but
were not quite so frultless. His ma
tural love of smooth-running estab-
lshment on the slippery crust of Goth
ans social plane would have been
saved severe bump If American pa
rents were as careful to look up their
guests moral records as they are to
study their ratings in Bradstreetums
Unfortunately for Mr.. Milyuns, it
happened that a certain young scion
of a once gentlemanly house was in
cluded in the first large dinner-bOx-
party given to meet Miss Imogene
Pamela Thornton. In the natural
course of such events, the pasty youth
stepped up for presentation, register
ing in his protuberant eyes a CLEAN of
dubious surprise. What if he should
say, Hello, Vivlenne!" Would it Gre
ate sensation?
Something else did; namely, Miss
Th0rnton'S modulated but terribly
clear voice.
81 met Mr. Beamer," said Pamela,
drawing back quickly her half-eXtend-
ed hand "when l was q chorus girl"
She turned with a winning smile to
her recently beaming hostess. 81 don't
care to know him in pleasanter sur
roundings."
For one breathess second there
threatened one of those silences that
spell social disaster. Eileen took it
upon herself to mash it in it's extreme
youth with "A 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 preponderaHce over the
Ayes. Why? Simply because it was
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."
Yes; every time Pamela had accept
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
have surmised that on two separate
occasions the knight Grant of her
thoughts had actually seen her in her |
most ravlshing 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- /