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SYNOPSIS.
PART L?Robert Hervey Randolph,
young New York man-about-town, leaves
the home of his sweetheart, Madge Van
Tellier, chagrined because of her refusal
of his proposal of marriage. His income,
110,000 a year, which he must surrender
if a certain Miss Imogen Pamela Thorn
ton (whom he has seen only as a small
girl ten years before) is found, is not
considered by the girl of his heart adequate
to modern needs. In a "don't care"
mood Randolph enters a taxi, unseen by
the driver, and is driven to the stage
door of a theater. A man he knows,
Duke Beamer, induces a girl to enter the'
cab. Beamer, attempting to follow, is
pushed back by Randolph and the cab
moves on. His new acquaintance tells
Randolph she is a chorus girl, and has
lost her position. She is in distress, even
hungry, and he takes her to his apartment
There, after lunch, a chance re- j
mark convinces him the girl is the miss- !
ing Pamela Thornton. He does not tell i
her of her good fortune, but secures her !
promise to stay in the flat until the i
morning, and leaves her. In a whimsical
mood, also realizing that the girl's reappearance
has left him practically penni- j
less, he bribes the taxi driver to let him I
take his job, and leaving word with the
legal representative of the Thornton es- i
tate where he can And Pamela, takes up '
his new duties under the name of "Slim j
Hervey." He loves the girl, but his pride
forbids him approaching her under their i
changed conditions.
PART II.?One evening he Is engaged j
by Beacher Tremont, notorious profligate, i
to drive him and Madge Van Tellier to a
hostelry known as "Greenwood." Aware
of the evil nature of the place, Randolph j
drives the oair to Greenwood cemeterv. !
Infuriated, Beacher gets out of the cab
and Randolph leaves him there, laking
the girl (who has awakened to a realiza- ;
tion of her folly) to her home. , Madge
recognizes him.
"What a dream of a night," said
the clear voice of Miss Van Tellier. i
"Shall I be a traitor to my sex and t
betray one of its secrets to you?"
"Please do," murmured Mr. Tre- j
mont. From the very tone of his voice |
one could divine that he had slipped i
an arm around her and was holding j
her close.
"Well, it's this," she continued, j
"Women are not conquered by man j
alone, but by man and atmosphere, j
We never rush at the precipice; we
flutter toward it with many stops and
pauses. The silliest breezes of impulse
may carry us on or a puff of
unkind aid hold us back. It all really
depends on the man imposing his atmosphere
so steadily that the drifting j
soul of woman forgets its inborn title i
to vagrancy and sleepily assumes its j
enemy's goal."
"Madge," said Mr. Tremont almost j
earnestly, "you frighten me. I never
knew you could talk like that. You
frighten me because I have a terror '
of analyzed personal relations." j
Randolph could hear a faint rustling
of her robe as thouth she had nestled
closer to her escort. "I never meant
to startle you, Beacher," her voice j
continued, not quite so clear. Into its j
tone had crept, hesitatingly, a trace
of unaccustomed emotion. "I was only j
warning you. Every man can make a ;
world of his arms for one woman; j
not all can hold the illusion to he- ;
yond possession."
"I can, if you will only help me," i
whispered Tremont, and paused as j
though his own earnestness were tak- j
ing him by surprise.
"I wonder," said Miss Van Tellier.
"You have played the right game. !
You have never said a vulgar thing
to me or stooped to the usual hypo- !
crisies; those are compliments by in- j
ference that have flattered the best I
that is in me. You have set the play j
in a high plane that winning, wins !
all of me; bi#t?"
"But what?" asked Tremont.
"But there is danger in the high !
flight," finished Miss Van Tellier. "An !
air-pocket in your atmosphere and, 1
pouf! all is lost?the good in me that
ycu will have missed as well as the ;
bad that you could have won by a ;
baser effort."
"What do you mean?" asked Tremont,
110 longer making the slightest
effort to hide his awakened interest.
"I was thinking." said Miss Van Tel
Lier. dreamily, "that every woman is
group of three individuals. Shall
i tell you their names?"
"Yes." said Treinont.
"The first," continued the girl, her !
voice floating from her as though i
carried on the bosom of her dream, i
"is called Flesh; the second. Spirit, j
and the third?the third I shall name
the Veiled Clod."
"Madge!" cried Tremont, and Randolph.
listening with all his ears, could
almost feel The clutch on his own
arms with which the man had seized
the girl's, as though to drag her back
from her mind's far distance.
"People wonder," she continued, her
mood unbroken, "at the wreck of apparently
perfect marriages mid yet
it's so Finfple to any woman that
it's amazing that I should be the first
to display our open secret. Only the
complete lover can be secure of h!s
beloved. Readier. He who wins her j
flesh alone leaves her spirit to betray 1
him, and he who wins the spirit alone !
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Is in "mortal danger of the "woman of
the flesh."
"The explanation," said Tremont,
whimsically, "is so feminine that it
confuses. If you had said that each
woman is a trinity and must be thrice
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won before a man s nonor can jlcci
secure, understanding would be a simple
matter. Did you leave out the
Veiled God purposely or just to be
different and avoid the obvious?"
"To avoid the obvious is an instinct
of breeding," said Miss Van Tellier,
"and I would never blush for doing it;
but where would your thoughts be now
if I had said just what you expected,
If I had treated the Veiled God as a
matter of fact! Oh, no! One can
clip with words the wings of flesh and
spirit, but not of the Veiled God in
woman, for its very essence is a deferred
possession."
She paused, but as Tremont clung
to the silence, she presently continued.
"The complete lover is the man
who having conquered all the heights
of flesh and spirit in his mistress,
dwells consciously in the presence of
an undiscovered god and gazes out
upon a broad land eternally promised,
never materially seized. Few are the
men?few are the men?" Her voice
trailed off as though her thoughts had
run ahead of words and reached finality
without the use of the spoken
phrase.
"Few are the men who attain to
that serene security," Tremont finished
for her, only half conscious of j
what he was saying.
Randolph could her the rustle of
her turning to her companion. "How
wonderful," she said. "That is what
T 1-horVif Knf fUrln't ojiv"
"Madge," said Tremont, "what have |
you done? It's true that I have never
stooped to hypocrisies with you and
that I have never while with you
spoken a vulgar word. Did you
think that I have been knowingly
wise? Well, I haven't. I didn't know
until this moment why I chose a rare
and high atmosphere to reach you.
Now I know. It was because you were
there. I chose only to come to you
rather than drag you down to the drab
of the usual. What you have done is
to carry me higher than I ever meant
to go. You have taken me off the
beaten path and showed me an unexpected
treasure. I'm no longer myself.
I am cold and afraid."
Randolph could feel that the speaker
was drawing away frOm the girl
and a moment later his senses were
to surpass themselves in additional
divination. "You are afraid of that
woman in mer' asked Miss Van Tellier
softly. "What about this one?"
And then it was that Randolph's deductive
antennae quivered under their
burden of intelligence. He knew as
certainly as though he had faced
about that an adorable Madge, tender
and wide-eyed, had slipped her bare
arms around Beacher Tremont's neck
and kissed him on the mouth.
There was a long silence; then
came Tremont's voice, thick and j
strange to the ear. "A moment ago," i
it said, "I was afraid for you; now !
I'm afraid for myself. I am like a
man who has carelessly dropped a
lighted match and finds himself within
the ring of a prairie fire. I can
only wonder at my stupidity in thinking
of you in connection with a casual
possession and not as a consuming
flame. You see? Already you have
burned through the thin crust of lies
that guards man from definite seizure
by woman?any woman."
"Kiss me, Beacher," murmured the
girl's voice as though his words had !
swirled around and by her, leaving !
h^r rmmose untouched. "Take me
I -i- J
and hold me carefully where no un- ;
kind afr can drive me from you. Take !
all the women in me?one by one if !
you must."
At that moment Mr. Robert H. Ran- I
dolph. in the person of Slim Hervey, !
chauffeur, very nearly wrecked his ;
four-cylinder argosy with Its burden j
of three fates, still individually and j
collectively indispensable to the con- !
tinuify of tin's yarn. lie missed the ;
ditch by a hair's breath, caught his :
own with a gasp, returned to the mid- j
die of the broad highway and fixed |
his attention on a certain very definite |
matter with which it had been more !
or less constantly concerned ever since \
he had been directed to hit it up for !
Greenwood.
The road to that well-known .hostelry
was usefully devious and fares I
were seldom worried as to how any
particular driver set oik to find this
choicest of needles in tin- hav-stack of
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ilit- country nin.s mai uui me i<iumscape
of Westchester arid adjacent
couth it's as long as he brought the
search to a successful end somewhere
this side of the panes of hunger.
xNove: ihe'ess, had not Mr. Treniont, j
himself a motorist of no mean experi- j
ence, been completely absorbed by the i
sudden discovery that he had his j
right arm around an entirely new j
world, lie would Fave beeF struck Inevitably
by two things. First, that
this was certainly not any one of the
climbing roads to the Greenwood hostelry;
second, that the man at the
wheel knew more about losing his way
in the vicinity of Manhattan and finding
it again than did the combined
roadmaps of the United States and
its allies?supposing it to have had
allies at the time. However, Mr. Tremont's*
absorption was not only absolute
but continuous so that it held
him in its inexorable grip right up to
the moment of ghastly awakening and
even over the edge. He was just saying,
"My darling, never fear. I'm
taking you to a pia.ce so quiei anu so
guarded that this dream which you
have dressed in an unexpected glory
can flow on unbroken as long as we
are true to It and to ourselves," when
the cab drew up at a s'olemn and impressive
portal.
Without leaving his seat, the cabman
reached back, unlatched the door
and threw it open. "Greenwood cemetery,
sir," he barked.
The girl was first to grasp the
words, the time and the place. "Oh!"
she gasped, and in the sound of her
cry Mr. Randolph could divine her
whole body suddenly stiffening to a
tense awakening and to the stabbing
memory of the iast time she had come
to this still place, her heart bursting
with its long farewell to all that was
left of her mother.
Then came Mr. Beacher Tremont's
voice in oldtime familiar tones.
"Greenwood cemetery! Why, you trilillltmMI.HNMM,>11.1,1)///
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'Greenwood Cemetery, Sir," He Barked
plicate blockhead, I said Greenwood
hostelry. Of all the d?n fools! What
the devil? What the h?11? What
the? What?"
He choked himself into a gulping
inarticulate silence as he climbed
from the cab to look in the face the
sum total of all human stupidity. No
sooner had he alighted than Miss Van
Tellier found herself ii^ voice again.
"Oh.! oh!" she moaned, pressing her
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door and up t 1 i*.* hiirh .steps. "Madge,"
lie said, "you i'ouglit a great tight tonight
and when you had won you felt
sorry for Tremont and surrendered.
You were swept too high on the wave
of the best that is in you. Promise
me that you won't forget that you
have won. Promise me that you jyill
nancis to ner eyes, acmngiy opeiij
"take me away from here."
"Sure, miss," said Mr. Randolph
promptly, threw in his clutch and was
off.
"Hi, you! D?n you! Hey! You!
Driver! Confound your d?d impertinence
! Hey! How am I going to
get home?'' The first of these cries
was very plainly, the last very faintly
heard by Mr. Randolph. After them
came down the wind something that
sounded very much like the ghost of
a wail of despair, but the driver paid
no heed. His attention was absorbed
by something quite different; the dry
sobs of a little heap of smoke-colored
chiffon.
Detours, subterfuges and the^finesse
of the road-faker were swept from
Randolph's mind; he made straight
for the bridge and home, but long before
they reached the river all sound
had ceased to issue from the cab and
in its stead reigned a purposeful, almost
menacing silence. What was
she thinking in there? What could
she think? Why didn't she go right
on crying and keep her mind fully
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occupieu \\iiu liiai;
As they swept down the incline
from the bridge into City Hall park
he suddenly realized that he had been
on the verge of giving himself away,
lie half turned his head and shouted
through the speaking-slot, "What address,
miss?"
Her voice came back to him from
very close as though her face had
been pressed to the glass in an effort
to make him out. "At the corner ol
the Avenue and East Ninth street."
Ten minutes later he drew up his
cab at the appointed spot and reached
back to throw open the door, but kept
his foot on the clutch release, leaving
the gears in mesh, first speed ahead.
All his precautions were in vain,
As he opened the cab door his coat
sleeve was seized in a very determined
grip and drawn inward, catching his
elbow in a jiu-jutsu leverage that left
him the Hobson's choice of either getting
out and facing his captor or listening
to his arm break. He chose
to get down from his seat quickly.
"Well, Bobby," murmured Miss Van
T.
Mr. Randolph,attempted no evasion;
he handed the lady to the curl) and
guided her gently toward her own
wait and take "Fremont, all "of" tilm,
with honor."
"What do you mean? What did
you hear?" cried Miss Van T. angrily,
her pale face suddenly flushing.
"From the start of the ride to the
finish I heard every word," declared
Mr. Randolph frankly, "and more."
"And more!" repeated the hardpressed
girl. "What do you mean by
more?" She still tried to browbeat
him, but remembering one incredibly
long kiss, her eyes fell in the unequal
battle with Bobby's and attempted to
create diversion by staring at his gaitered
legs and heavily booted feet.
"Look up, Madge. Look at me,"
^ M D n n/1 trrnitorl not! Anf_
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until first her long lashes fluttered
and then her lovely eyes swept slowly
ud to his face. "That's it," he con
tinued as their looks met and locked.
"Let's hold that so we can't lie."
"Why should I lie if you really heard
everything?" asked Miss Van T., and
suddenly smiled.
"Madge, you little devil," said Mr.
Randolph, suppressing an impulse to
shake her, "can you think of what
you've been doing and laugh?"
"Yes, I can, just now," said Miss
' Van T., in little gasping phrases that
to a man, especially one of Mr. Randolph's
limpid nature, carried only
their face value in words, but which
to any woman would have read as
plainly as the red-weather signal,
"Look out for showers of tears fol<
lowed by storm."
"Well," said Mr. Randolph solemnly,
"if you really don't realize just where
you have been, let me tell you. First
you flew high into clean air and you
took Tremont with you. You were
possessed of a vision and you made
him see it, too, a mirage of those
lifted places that are the altar of the
mind before love. Just a mirage, an
I illusion of perfect happiness, which
| cold reason tells us we can't ever turn
! into reinforced concrete and plant in
I the mrd hnt which we must either
| forever hold as a vision or admit that
j love is a sordid and wingless thing."
' Miss Van Tellier's eyes fell from
j his frank gaze. Something seemed to
crumple within her; she put her arms
; around Mr. Randolph's neck, clung
to him, dropped her face against his
shoulder and sobbed, not noisily, but
as one who weeps to rest. I
! He held her close to him and went |
on, his face set as though to a duty.
'Then what did you do? Because he
hesitated, merely hesitated at the high
door of adoration, you promptly j
slammed it and dropped plumb
straight down like that traitor archangel
Johnny out of heaven into the
arms of hell."
j "Bobby!" cried Miss Van T., throw;
ing back her head and struggling to
! release herself. "How dare you say
a thing like that? How dare you be
here, anyway? I hate you. I don't
know how I ever could have thought
! I loved you. I fell, but it was into
Beacher's arms, and I wish I was there
i
! right now." More sobs, convulsive
ones, that shook the slim body in Mr.
Randolph's embrace from twitching
! shoulder to tired feet.
1 ; Lest the reader be startled by what's
coming next it will do well to remind
| him that this poignant scene was
staged at three o'clock in the morning
1 on the high stoop of the Van Tellier
' residence in East Ninth street and
never left the perimeter of the door'
mat which in itself presented an almost
feminine contradiction, in that
it bore, done in red on its face, the
' word "Welcome," but was neverthe'
less padlocked and chained to the iron
1 railing.
1 Even as Miss Van Tellier was sob1
bing her heart out and Mr. Randolph
; was standing in the bewilderment of
one who knows he has not onl.v taken
j the wrong turning but placed both his
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"Break Away an' Come Along of Me."
feet in n beartrap, a thick, heavy,
unsympathetic voice arose from the i
. foot of the steps.
"Here! l'ouse! Break away an' |
come aiong of me."
Memories of a mischievous boyhood
. swarmed to Mr. Randolph's mind, recollections
of those days when, as
I chief of the Madison Square ping, his
ears had tingled to the cry of "Cheese
it, de cop! We'se pinched, fellers!"
I A cold sweat came out upon his brow;
he slowly relaxed his grip on Miss
> Van T.'s person and whispered tremu- j
, lously to her to keep her nerve but
hand him her latchkey.
Over his shoulder he said with
, forced calm, "On what charge, offi- j
, cer?"
"Same old dope," replied the police- j
man plilegmatically; "drunker^ disor- i
derly." Come along, now", er d'yer
want me to climb them steps so's we
c'n all roll down together?"
During that speech Mr. Randolph
made a lucky shot at the keyhole,
stealthily turned the lock and opened
the door. "Che way's clear, Madge,"
he whispered. "Beat it"
"Oh, is it, Bobby, you dear," rattled
Miss Van T. in a stage whisper that
could be heard across the street. "I
didn't mean it, really, what I said
about hating yon. But I do love
Beacher. Bobby, and I'll?I'll?"
"For heaven's sake, Madge,"
groaned Mr. Randolph, hearing sounds
as of a bear starting to swarm a tree,
"keep all that till New Year's."
"I wag just going to say," continued j
Mica Vnn T. hrejLthlesslY but with 5)
cold eye fixed on the cumbrous shadow
coming up the steps, "that Til owt
it to you, Hobby. I'll owe it to you.
D'you understand?"
"Sure," lied Mr. Randolph as he
pushed her firmly through the door,
then caught its knob, slammed It shut
and turned to meet Nemesis. "Hello,
Flahaharty!"
The huge policeman stopped his
ponderous but sure progression and
stared long and suspiciously into Mr.
Randolph's face. Finally he gave a
grunt of recognition. "Slim," he said
to himself aloud as though somewhere
within his vast bulk there were a separate
monitor that had to be tipped
off to the situation, "Slim Hervey."
"Sure," said Mr. Randolph, leading
' the way toward his wagon. "Who
else did you think it was at this time
o' night?"
"How did I know," demanded Mr.
j Flahaharty gruffly but not unpleasantly
for him, "as you had taken on deliveries
o' fancy dress-goods on top
o' your regular line?"
He breathed heavily and allowed
his eyes to protrude farther than usual
in search of a thought which he
sensed in the near distance. "I tell
you, Slim," he finally continued, "I
don' know what this burg is a-comin'
to. Why, even the street kind used
to have a man to take 'em home, but
this here was a bit o' high-flyin' fluff?
me, I could see that?an' they had to
give it to a cab!" /
"Forget it," said Bobby nervously.
"All I says," continued Mr. Flahaharty,
"is thank God both o' my goils
is married to hairy men that can an'
does lick the stuffin's outen 'em."
"Well, here we are," said Mr. Randolph
as he stooped to turn her over.
From his seat behind the wheel he
began to breathe more easily and
leaned out to study the face of his
friend, the officer, to make sure that
therein was no guile.
"Cheer up, Jim," he said not quite
reassured. "Forget it."
"I'll try," said Mr. Flahaharty dubiously,
"but it'll come hard, bein' the
first time I ever seen a thing like that
She sure give you a tussle, Slim!"
PART III.
Maid's Adventure.
Take a young girl of about twenty
who, in her childhood, was pampered
of fortune in money, position, good
breeding, and pets, turn her loose
i on the world at the age of ten
j with no prop but a faithful, sickly
! and destitute old nurse, kill off the
i nurse a couple of years later, let the
| girl fend for herself as ^cullery-maid
and what not through the uninteresting
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-drawnout
surrender; then snatch her suddenly.
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[ iy Uilth JLI UXli UCi?ll UL11U11, 1CUU uvif
I give her the sole freedom for a night
| of Mr. Robert Hervey Randolph's comi
fortable apartment and?what will she
| do? The answer is easy. She will
I find the bath and turn on the hot
| water.
That was the very first thing that
Miss Imogene Pamela Thornton did
after she had finished spying from the
window on the movements of what
she supposed was Mr. Randolph and
what, in reality, was Mr. Patrick
O'Reilly in Mr. Randolph's best topI
hat, best suit of evening clothes and
; overcoat, best gray silk muffler, price
twenty-two dollars, and best patentleather
shoes?the last a very tight
; fit which made the revamped gentle!
man's gait a cross between that of a
' chicken on a hot stove and a drunk
I on his reluctant way home.
Even the unsuspecting Miss Thorn|
ton was puzzled by that halting locoi
motion in connection with what she
i
knew of Mr. Randolph, but she added
it, two and two, with the mysterious
. twenty minutes spent by that gentleman
and the driver in the recesses of
j the cab, apparently to settle a differ1
ence in ideas as to the value of a
| waiting taxi, and decided that poor
' Mr. Randolph must have issued from
, tiie 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 o 1
sight, she dropped the window curtain
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j and turned to possess neiseii. 01 .uei
world of comfort for a night. , A
starved instinct led her straight to
the luxuriously appointed bathroom.
As previously Intimated, she turned
on the hot water and clasped her
hands ecstatically as she watched its
crystalline ^irge 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
the 11at until ten the following morning,
she decided to do the job wholeheartedly,
for Imogene Pamela was
one of those lucky and fated young
women who can never give themselves
b? ha|ves. If happfness_ so much as
[ showed Its nose, fT~was her nature C3>
tackle blindly for Its waist and go
to the mat for the immediate present.
Consequently, let not her modesty
be misjudged when it Is related that
in the short time It took to fill the
bath, she accomplished the following:
Rooted out Mr. Randolph's best silk
pajamas, found his softest bathrobe,
filled a hot-water bottle and slipped it
far down between the too cold linen
sheets of his big bed. Continuing at
this rate of achievement, it may be
[ imagined that in ten minutes more the
young lady, having bathed, was curled
up and sound asleep. Not on your
life!
Item: It took her twenty-one minutes
b7 che 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 underwear
and stockings. Assorted items:
Various pauses during which she
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length mirror of such pure reflecting
qualities as had not crossed her path
since England was a pup. After that,
a long, entrancing item, called "drying
her hair."
Did you blame her, three lines back,
in your heart for her frequent inspections
of self in the mirror? If you
did, look at her now! Mr. Randolph's
bathrobe is billowed at her waist fcnd
tied tight to keep it from trailing on
the floor; for almost a like reason,
its sleeves are rolled up above her
elbows. It is open in a V at the neck,
showing the adolescent curve 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 it has never before savored in its
sixty-two years of service to the Randolph
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 herself,
they laughed out loud. Her hair
slowly wakes from its stringy dampness
until it, too, bursts into a sort of
light and curly merriment. Pamela
puffs out her cheeks and blows at its
reflection.
When all the rubbing is- done, evsn
to the last rite where they divide the
fragrant flood 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
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wiitjre iiitr ujrmg upcjLi me uiiuuu
red eye as though it had been waiting
up for her.
The writer?who is privileged, for
the benefit of a large and growing
public, to see her in his mind's eye
as her pink bare feet pad up and down
the room, racing every time they come
to the home-stretch between the unpeopled
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 its tail?does
herein affirm, by the collective manhood
of the earth, that she was altogether
lovable and beyond the reach
of sullying thought Now let her
curl up in the bed and sleep.
Slumber meant nothing in Pamela's
life. That statement should be taken
not in 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, it was like taking
a chunk bodily out of life and .
putting it in warm storage. As a consequence,
when the old-fashioned clock
on the mantel burred a warning that
it 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 life-long and
accustomed miracle hold her attention,
for scarcely had it occurred, through
force of habit, to her awakening
thought than her startled eyes fell upon
the tall, stooped, gray-headed figure
of a man, clad in livery, aud standing
unstably poised in the doorway of the
room. Sis eyes, naturally deep-set,
actually protruded from his face as
though they were determined to come
half-way to meet Pamela's wondering
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"He-he!lo," Stammered the Youn?
Lady.
nrhc TTa inrtirpfl Htp a solemn raven
which has carelessly alighted on a live
wire.
"He-hello!" stammered the young
lady.
"Good-morning, miss," said Tomllnson,
in sepulchral and censorious
tones^ "WbereJft Masterjaot^rtjr- ,