The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-07-16

other. and looked innocently at the new
young man. Miss Alice Winans inspected
him according to Robert Burns's formula :
"Kee1 thro' ev'ry ither man
WI sharpen d slee inspection"
Judith shook hands with him earnestly
and fairly, looking at him with level eyes
from an open, honest expression, babe hun
a brief hearty welcome (after her fathers
style then paid no further particular at
tention to him. But Miss Alice kept a
mental registry of his looks, and ere the
evening was half ended had noted that
Norman's eyes were, though very quiet
and self possessed, prone to wander after
the form and movements of Judith Holten.
Norman made no boyiSh effort to add
weight to his own mpressivenesS-bad no
thought of so doing. His mind was upon
other matters, relating to the changing
condition of his affairs and, perhaps, in
any case he would have acted as he did
then-simply a qunrt young gentleman.
As the evening visit progressed into the
late hours. Mrs. Holten remarked easily to
Norman. as She took seat near, in her
changes from place to place about the room:
''Mr. Mavdole. you are 10 remain with
Us en- .fon,iHle for the present, and you must
try to feel at home
..Thauk YOU. madam but is It not more
fit that should remain at my hotel 20
NO. indeed Mr.. Holten would not
think of it and we have all voted that
you remain with u.s.
1t is with entire pleasure that accept
your Kindness. Indeed as to its effect up
on myself, have not had, any hesitation
in its acceptance but am here to serve,
net to be served
Mrs HoIten laughed a little laugh, re-
marking:
The service is to be mutual. Mr.. May
dole Then excused herself t. hasten
away to some other matter.
MIR. Maydole.'' said Colonel Holten,
coming into the room from which he had
been absent Tor some tine. ''my wife has
told YOU that you are to abide with uS :;
and having had a long and weary ride. You
must be tired. If it is your wish TO retire
to rest. will show you your apartments.
Norman thanked him. bade the family
room whereupon the family circle dis
per>ed to its several dormitorieS.
In the rooms of Miss Judith there was
an immediate discussion of the new young
man.
We'll. what do you think of fathers
Irrteqe'" asked Miss Judith Of Miss Alice.
What think you of him -
He has nice feet Il soft voice. and his clothes
tit him. Farther has so many old pards'
as they call themselves, coming and going,
that my curiosity is not ve:y keen
This one is no o7d pard,' said Miss AL
ice, laughing.
well it's all the same-his father is
Il think this is y gentleman"
''WcIl, that's a blessing because some
of fathers old friends are good men. but
they are very loud. not to say sometimes
coarse
This one is not coarse. You need have
no idea that he is. He is a little new
not raw ; but he will assert himself with
out noise or ovcr-eXcrtion.
You are student OF character. Alice.
Oh. wish you could see some OF the charac-
tiers father brings home. The old time
boys as they call themselves. They strag-
gle in upon him from every where. From
Nevada. Montana, Colorado. Arizona. Asia
Africa. America. and the islands of the
sea. Father enjoys them when he is not
ovcr-worked. Some of them are very poor
alas, poor old boys but many of them
are well fixed as they call it. and liberal
to proiu~ion and they almost invariably
make me the recipient of their bounty, be-
cause, they say. I'm so much like the old
man have perfect museum of the
most astonishing brtc-o-b,nc presented to
me by elderly tnen. who wanted to drive
me in the highest style to the theayter, or
anywhere, or everywhere. They ali want
ed TO do something handsome-and the
right thing-hy their old pard's little gall
They are not so numerous now as they
were when [ was a child. Poor fellows
dead. perhaps said Judith. with a sigh
''rhis man will not come 20 you with
presents
''Why rot, pray ~
"Because vou will go after him.
'.Wh-a-w-t -
''That man is just as sure TO interest .Ju-
tiith Holten as am alive to say so.''
''Good-ness He? A little, long arm
ell. amiable soul like him 20
''Amiable Why, Judith. the man is
young mountain lion. Look at his quiet.
eyes, his long, cruel hands.
Oh, those hands They give me a fit of
to look ut them.''
s.Dear me. | did uot see anything re-
about his hands-except that
they seemed large and very well formed.''
''Cruel, cruel Hands that may tall
gently as roseleaf at one moment. hut
with the crushing grip Of Il giant in the
neKt'' il
''Why. ~hy, Alice | shall keep my
eyes open it am to see the wonders which
are revealed to you."
1t is no effort for him to breathe. He
does not know that he is breathing. The
tigers, the cats, aud all th6 feline race,
Y