The spectator., 1921-08-30
PART Ill.
Maids Adventure.

Maids Adventure.
 Take young girl of about twenty who, in her childhood, was pampered of fortune in money. position, good breeding. and pets, turn her loose on the world at the age of ten with no prop but faithful, sickly and destitute old nurse, ki,i off the nurse couple of years later, let the girl fend for herself as scullery-maid and what not through the uninterest- ing stage that precedes, the sudden bloom of unexpected beauty, give her a long succession of jobs secured "on her looks and lost because she wouldn't, lead her up to the crowded portal of despair and the long-drawn- out surrender; then snatch her sudden ly back from destruction, feed her, give her the sole freedom for night of Mr. Robert Hervey Randolph's con- fortable apartment and-what will she do? The answer is easy. She will find the bath and turn on the hot water.
 That was the very first thing thar Miss 1mogene Pamela Thornton did after she had finished spying from the window on the movements of what she supposed was Mir Randolph and what. in reality, was Mir Patrick O'Reilly in Mir Randolph's best top hat, best suit of evening clothes and overcoat, best gray. silk muffler price twentytwo dollars. and best patent leather shoes-the last very tight fit which made the revamped gentle mans gait cross between that of chicken on a hot stove and drunk on his reluctant way home
 Even the unsuspecting Miss Thorn ton was puzzled by that halting loco motion In connection with what she knew of Mir. Randolph, but she added 1t, two and two with the mysterious twenty minutes spent by that gentle man and the driver in the recesses of the cab, apparently to settle differ ence In ideaS as to the value of q waiting taxi. and decided that poor Mir. Randolph must have issued from the interview in a semi-crippled state
 She herself was too excited to let pity altogether absorb her. Without waiting for either the tortured way farer or the taxi to get quite out of sight, she dropped the window curtain and turned to possess herself of her world Of comfort for a night. A starved instinct led her straight to the ;uxuriously appointed bathroom. As previously intimated, she turned on the hot water and clasped her hands ecstatically as she watched its crystalline surge and imagined she could smell the opalescent steam.
 But not for long was she inactive. Having surrendered to circumstance to the extent of promising to stay in ths flat until ten the following morn- ing. she decided to do the job whole heartedly. for Imogene Pamela was one of those lucky and fated young women who can never give themselves by halves. If happiness so much as showed Its nose, 1t was her nature to tackle blindly for its waist and go to the mat for the immediate present.
 Consequently. let not her modesty be misjudged when 1t is related that, in the short time It took to All the bath, she accomplished the following: Rooted out Mfr. Randolph's best silk pajamas, found his softest bathrobe, filled a hot-water bottle and slipped 1t far down between the too cold linen sheets of his big bed. Continuing at this rate of achievement. 1t may be imagined that in ten minutes more the young lady, having bathed, was curled up and sound asleep. Not on your life!
 E" Item: It took her twenty-one min- utes by the clock to scrub out the memory of the scabby zinc bathtubs of many years. Item: Twenty more minutes to 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 rehecting qualities as had not crossed her path since England was a pup. After that, II ioHS, tutl ILciu, ing her hair"
 Did you blame her three lines back, in your heart for her frequent inspec- tiUns of self In the mirror? If you did, look at her now. Mir. Randolph's bathrobe Is biliowed at her waist and tied tight to keep 1t from trailing on the floor: for almost like reason, its sleeves are rolled up above her elbows It is open In Y at the neck. showing the adolescent cLrve of a virginal but much excited bosom.
 With a woolly towel in both hands, she plants herself before the staid old looking-glass and gives It such a treat as 1t has never before savored in It's sixty-two years of service to the Ran dolph family. Rub, rub, rub with the towel. Her cheeks grow pink and pinker her eyes round and rounder