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TAXI
By George Agnew Chamberlain
CofjTlgtt, Tho Bobht-MorrlU Oowpony
PART lll—Continued.
When all the rubbing Is done, even
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
where the dying open fire blinks its
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 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 its tall —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 het
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 tak
ing a chunk bodily out of life and
putting it in warm storage. As a con
sequence, 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 he.r 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 up
on the tall, stooped, 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 to eoqie
half-way to meet Pamela’s wondering
orbs. He looked like a solemn raven
which has carelessly alighted on a live
Wire.
“He hello !” stammered tho young
lady.
"Good-morning, miss,” said Tomlin
son, in sepulchral and censorious
tones. “Where is Master Robert?”
“You mean Mr. Randolph?” asked
Pamela, a little breathlessly.
The old man steadied himself by
seizing the door-jamb and bowed con
firmation of her supposition.
“I don’t know where he is,” said
Pamela, more calmly. “The last time
I saw him he was limping west.” A
twinkle came into her eyes. “Why do
you ask?”
“Why do I ask?” he exclaimed.
■“Miss, do you mind telling me who you
-
■“He-hello," Stammered the Young
Lady.
are and what you are doing in Mr.
Randolph’s apartment at nine o’clock
on a Friday morning?”
“In November,” supplemented Pam
ela, as though she were supplying a
very important addition to the facts In
the case. “I am Mips Thornton,” she
added, with as much dignity as a
maiden, tumbled of hair, flushed of
cheek, and cuddled in a young man’s
big bed. could summon.
The effect of.her words on Tomlin
son was electrical.
“Miss Imogene Pamela Thornton?”
be asked, as he suddenly straightened
and let go of his supports.
“Yes,” said Pamela, gazing at him
in undisguised surprise. “How did
you know?”
“Why, miss,” said the old man, “I’m
Tomlinson. Excuse me for saying so,”
he added, a pale flush in his withered
cheeks, “but many a time in the old
days Maggie let me take you on my
knee. A mort of worry you have
given us, miss.”
Quick tears rose to Pamela’s eyes.
“Oh!” she cried. “You knew Mag
gie?”
“In a manner of speaking, I did,”
stated Tomlinson sonorously. “Kissed
her; but she never let me get as far
as hugging, poor girl! She said she
knew she wasn’t here for long
enough.”
Laughter bubbled into Pamela’s eyes
alongside of the tears, but, in spite of
it, the next moment slie was crying
softly.
“P-poor M-Maggie!” she sobbed.
Tomlinson bobbed his head up and
down in formal sympathy, too old to
worry much over woman’s weeping.
“I understand that she must ’ave
went,” he said. “Else you wouldn’t be
alone, miss. Will you have your
breakfast in bed?”
“Oh, could I?” sniffed Pamela, and
then her eyes fell on the clock. “No,
I can’t,” she decided for herself. “You
see, Tomlinson, I only pro-promised to
stay until ten.”
“I’ll be getting your bath ready,
then, miss,” said Tomlinson, and with
drew.
Half an hour later Pamela was en
joying a lonely “tray”-brenkfast, placed
at her command before the couch,
which faced the friendly fire In the big
living-room. Without being a mind
reader, it is possible to surmise that
she ate very slowly, in the vain hope
that Mr. Randolph would pop in, with
or without Father Christinns, and
joining her in the meal, banish a baby
Mr. Gloom that was hanging round.
While she was still toying with her
food she heard the bell ring and Tom
linson's voice saying, in deep, respect
ful tones: “Miss Thornton will see you,
sir. She is in the sitting-room.”
Pamela dropped her egg-spoon and
stood up, back to the fire, just in time
to face a neatly dressed, pink-cheeked,
bright-eyed, bald-headed little gentle
man, who stood, poised but alert, in
the open doorway, like a bird about
to|peck at her to see if she were the
reil thing.
“Miss Thornton?” he asked, in a pe
culiarly liquid voice.
Pamela nodded her head twice.
“I am Mr. Borden Milyuns,” contin
ued the molten voice, and the T"'ght
eyes studied her face expectantly
Pamela puckered her br~ m
effort to meet that expec *-
way, but failed. J 0
“Are you?” she asked jd y,
and with a mental reservaU r
Mr. Robert Hervey RandQl' ' r out
raging the traditions of cki* ood'diy
sending a Father Cliristmfc in fills
flapper form. “Won’t you
she added politely.
Mr. Milyuns hung poised for a sec
ond longer, and then advanced on the
couch decisively, sat down on one end
of it, and waved his band at the other.
Tomlinson slipped in and out, bearing
the breakfast-tray away. Pamela ac
cepted Mr. Milyuns’ silent invitation
and seated herself, but tentatively, as
though she could only stay for a min
ute.
“Make yourself comfortable, my
dear,” said Mr. Milyuns; “I’m going to
talk to you for some time.”
“You can’t,” said Pam; “not here. I
only have the flat for six minutes
longer. That is, I only pro-promised
to stay here until ten.” Her eyes wan
dered half expectantly, half wistfully
to the door.
The bird-man smiled.
“We’ll see about that,” he said. “I’m
sorry you don’t remember me. If you
are indeed Miss Imogene Pamela
Thornton, I used to take you on my
knee often, many years ago.”
Pamela could no longer be startled
by such announcements.
“That’s what Tomlinson said this
morning,” she remarked. “Ever since
last night, everybody I meet seems to
—to know my real name. I don’t un
derstand it.”
“Please trust me,” said Mr. Milyuns,
“and you’ll soon understand a lot more
than that.” He drew a slip from his
pocket. “Now, do answer me careful
ly. Tell me the addresses of the first
four places you and Maggie lived in
after your father died.”
“i can’t remember the first,” said
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Pam, but, after a second’s thought,
rattled off the names of three streets,
and located addresses approximately
by describing nearby corners promi
nent to a child’s mind for one reason
or another. “Those are the next
three,” she said. “After that, we
went —’’
But Mr. Milyuns was satisfied.
“That’s enough for formalities, my
dear. I’m convinced that you are the
person for whom the firm of Milyuns.
Branch & Milyuns lias been searching
for years. Do you remember your
great-uncle, Asa Thornton?”
“Yes,” said Pamela, a vague wonder
and terror in her eyes; “but I didn’t
know he was real.”
“ ‘Didn't know he was real!’ ” ex
claimed Mr. Milyuns. “What do you
mean ?”
"Maggie used to say,” explained
Pamela, “ ‘lf you’re not good, yout
great-uncle, Asa Thornton, will catch
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“‘Ten Thousand Dollars a
Year!'" She Repeated Slowly.
you, and he hasn’t cut his finger nails
since your poor father married your
dear mother.’ ’’ Pamela shuddered.
“You’ll have to forget all that,” said
Mr. Milyuns soberly. “Before your
great-uncle died, he repented very ef
fectively of the way he treated your
father, and left you an income of ten
thousand dollars a year.”
Pamela sat up very straight, and
then sank slowly into the pillows at
her back.
“ Ten thousand dollars a—
year’!” she repeated slowly.
Mr. Milyuns nodded.
“Beginning with today. There is no
accumulation waiting for you, be
cause, by the terms of tlie will. Mr.
Randolph was allowed the entire in
come up to such time as you should be
discovered. That provision was quite
natural, if you will remember that Mr.
Asa Thornton had been searching for
you unsuccessfully for some months be
fore be died.”
Pamela sat up straight again.
“I want to understand you,” she
said with a sudden dignity that in
creased Mr. Milyuns’ admiration, al
ready decidedly on the upgrade. “You
mean that, with my appearancp, Mr.
Randolph’s entire income completely
disappears?”
Mr. Milyuns nodded.
“You have guessed it in one,” ho
said flippantly.
“I don’t need ten thousand dollars
a year.” said Pamela promptly. “You
will please tell Mr. Randolph that I
shall only take half.”
Mr. Milyuns smiled.
“I’ll try to carry out your orders,”
be said blandly, “but I’ll have to find
Mr. Randolph first. Let me add that
you apparently don’t know the young
gentleman very well.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked
Pam.
“Well,” said Mr. Milyuns, taking an
other scrap of paper from his pocket
and handing it to her, “read that. It
was left at my house this morning by
a taxi-eabman, who didn’t wait for an
answer. You see that Mr. Randolph
has handed over to you in perpetuity
this apartment, Tomlinson, and all the
other fixings. It doesn’t look very much
as though lie intended to come 6ack irf
the near future.”
“But I want him to!” cried Pam.
“I —I’ve been expecting him. I didu’t
half —half thank him for—for~-”
Tears of disappointment clogged her
throat.
“There, there!” said Mr, Milyuns,
leaning over and patting her hand. “I
understand lust how you feel, because
Bob is one of the stralghtest, openest,
most lovable young devils that ever
went his own way through a delighted
world.”
Pamela nodded her head up and
down In silent confirmation of all
those kind words. She began to like
Mr. Milyuns. She raised pleading eyes
to his face.
“Won’t you please find him for me?”
“My dear,” said Mr. Milyuns, so
promptly that If she had asked for the
house and lot on the northwest corner
of Fifth avenue and Fifty-seventh
street, ho would have promised it to
her before he could stop himself. “I will.
I haven't proved myself much good at
the game, but I’ll find Bob for you if I
have to start a detective agency of my
own. In the meantime, what are you
going to do? I suggest that you accept
these premises until the truant turns
up—only, of course, we must get you
a companion.”
“‘A companion?’” asked Miss
Thornton. “But I have that already.
Tomlinson is a dear.”
“Tomlinson is splendid In his way,”
admitted Mr. Milyuns, “but lie isn’t
quite a woman. You can’t live here
chaperoned by a mere male."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
WILL KEEP HISTORIC NAME
Appellation of Sub-Treasury Building
at New York Is Not to Be
Changed.
Although the United States sub
treasury in New York city has ceased
to exist, in deference to the tradi
tions of events and memories of his
torical figures that have hallowed both
the building and site, it will continue
to be known ns the Subtreasury build
ing. With Independence hall at Phil
adelphia, and Faneuii hall at Boston,
the buildnig Is one of this country's
best known historic shrines.
Ever since George Washington took
oath of office as president at this
spot, which was then the seat of the
federal congress, It has been the
scene of some of the most stirring
and Important events In the annals
of the city and country.
Here the men whose names illu
mine the pages of American history
have spoken, as well as those who
later became the rulers of Europe or
the leaders of armies during the
World war. Historical societies, on
important anniversaries, have claimed
it as their own and have re-enacted
the scenes of history there. George
Washington has been inaugurated as
President again and again, with all
the pomp and color of colonial days.
Success.
Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice is the
quality necessary to achieve success.
Then, too, you must have tenacity.
That is the greatest quality. With
out it no man can possibly succeed.
One failure leads to another failure—
and one success to another success.
Win out in one thing before giving
it up or trying another. Tact is very
Important. I would rather employ a
person of no extraordinary ability, but
who had great tact, ttian one of con
spicuous learning and intelligence, but
without tact. Judgment, Initiative and
energy, all these are most desirable
and valuable qualities. But above and
beyond all, you must have tenacity
and tact. —Daniel Guggenheim.
Tangled Tongues.
Through the kindness of several cork
respondents we are able to present a
few more humorous mistranslations
as follows:
Exempli gratia—Samples free.
Casus belli —A question of stomach.
Splendide mendax —Lying In state.
l’uris omnlapura—Boys will he
boys.
Flagrante delicto—ln fragrant de
light.
Chacun a son gout—A man with a
dog and a gun.
Another youth, painfully con
scious of his vaccination, rendered the
last phrase: I sing of arms and the
virus.—Boston Transcript.
Mustard—Now and Then.
Mustard belongs to the same order
of plants as the cabbage, and is a near
relative of the wallflower and ten
week stock. The Anglo-Saxons mixed
mustard seeds with honey to give a
piquancy to their sweet puddings, and
It was used as far back as the time
of Hippocrates for medicinal purposes.
Arab physicians discovered the distil
lation of alcohol from the lees of wine
through experiments with mustard.
Mustard in its present form
was first made by Mrs. Clements of
Durham, Eng., who separated the
black husks from the seeds before
grinding them.
Suicide Among Musicians Rare.
It lias been found that suicide Is
very uncommon among musicians.
Schumann attempted it, and it is also
recorded of Tschalkowsky, but rases
of musicians who have killed them
selves are very rare. It is said that
these facts are so, because of the
mental composure and balance f<«.
| tered by music.
MERCHANT TELLS OF
A REMARKABLE CASE
Writing from Maxey’s, Ga., A. .F.
Gillen, proprietor of a large depart
ment store at that place, says:
“I have a customer here who was in
l)ed for three years and did not go to
a meal at any time. She had five phy
sicians and they gave her out. One
bottle of Tanlue got her up, on the
second bottle she commenced keeping
house and on the third site did all the
cooking and housework for a family
of eight.”
This sounds really incredible, but it
comes unsolicited from a highly cred
itable source and is copied verbatim
from the letter.
Tanlac is sold by leading druggists
everywhere. Advertisement.
Wanted to Be Sociable.
Smith had been offered a really,
good job in Australia. So lie threw
up his clerkship in London and made
arrangements to leave for the land of
kangaroos.
While passing through Liverpool on
his wax to the docks, lie was suddenly
hailed by a friend from Manchester,
who inquired:
“Hello, old man. Where are you
off to?”
“Australia," was Smith’s blunt re
ply-
“ Right-o!" said his friend. “I’ll
walk pari of the way with you!”
Thousands Have Kidney
Trouble and Never
Suspect It
Applicants for Insurance Often
Rejected.
Judging from reports from druggists
who are constantly in direct touch with
the public, • there is one preparation that
has been very successful in overcoming
these conditions. The mild and healing
influence of I>r. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root is
soon realized. It stands the highest for
its remarkable record of success.
An examining physician for one of the
prominent Life Insurance Companies, in
an interview on the subject, made the as
tonishing statement that one reason why
so many applicants for insurance arc re
jected is because kidney trouble is so
common to the American people, and the
large majority of those whose applica
tions are declined do not even suspect
that they have the disease.
Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp Root is on, sale
at all drug stores in bottles of two sizes,
medium and large. However, if you wish
first to test this great preparation send
ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Bingham
ton, N. Y., for a sample bottle. When
writing be sure and mention this paper.
Advertisement.
Hunger.
Judge Horace Flanigan of Duluth
was praising the fortitude of Hie hun
ger striker. *
“Hunger is a terrible thing,” lie
said. “1 remember one evening when
my wife sent our eldest boy to bed
without any supper—punishment, you
know, for some slight misdemeanor.
"Well, after my own supper I got
to feeling sorry for the little fellow,
so I tiptoed upstairs to his room and
whispered through the door:
“‘Bill, could you eat some honey
In the comb?”
“‘Daddy,’ said the boy, ‘1 could eat
It in the brush.’”
Shark meat is now canned for
human food.
WOMAN AVOIDS
AN OPERATION
Hope Nearly Gone, but Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound Saved Her
Star, N. C.—“My monthly spells
gave me so much trouble, sometimes
l^<; y would last two
wee^3 - I wa 3
mm treated by two doc
ymm tors without relief
W ' an( * the y both said
I would have to have
w li| an operation. I had
II M ’ $3 my trouble four years
Jn and was unfit to do
H k ull aoythiHg. an< * bad
; I '"•**&, ■■Mil given up all hope of
II In ever getting any
Hill better. I readabout
LM&. y OUr medicine in the
‘Primitive Baptist’ paper and decided to
try it. I have used Lvdia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound and Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Liver Pills for about seven
months and now I am able to do my
work. I shall never forget your medi
cine and you may publish this if you
want to as it is true.”—Mrs. J. F.
Hursey, Star, N. C.
Here is another woman who adds her
testimony to the many whose letters we
have already published, proving that
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound often restores health to suffering
women even after they have gone so far
that an operation is deemed advisable.
Therefore it will surely pay any woman
whe suffers from ailments peculiar to
her sex to give this good old fashioned
remedy a fair trial.
