The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-04-16

Eyes, that's the only comfortin'
thought I've got. If I hadn't that to
keep my spirits up I'd clean give out"
They spent that evening in the sit
ting-room, before the great chimney
with it's blazing log. The ladies were
embroldering. AS they sat at their
work, to Norman Lamar, who for many
years had been unaccustomed to seeing
women thus employed, they seemed
more than human. 1t seemed as if the
room would be beautiful forever for
their having once graced it.
He spent most of the time standing
upon the hearth, with his elbow resting
upon the high wooden mantelshelf.
There was an unusual degree of strength
and power in his presence. He looked
as is he could never be weary.
The second day was spent very much
like the first. At evening, when their
host came home, he found mother and
daughter waiting for him on the piazza.
1t was new experiment, and he was
so pleased that he could not hide the
act.
"Why on earth don't he find his
Amazon, and stop living alone?'
thought Zaida, and held out her hand
with a cordiality that was enchanting.
He had to go to the sheds to see one
of the creatures that had been injured
in the branding Mrs. Burdett asked to
go with him, as the sheds were at no
great distance. She only remained a
short time, and Zaida, seeing her re-
turning alone, went to meet her, walk
ing with what, for her, were gigantic
strides, and swaying from right to LETT
in remarkable manner.
"What on earth are you doing % de-
manded her mother, when they were
within speaking distance
Walking like the king, to be sure.
Did look like guy?"
Mrs. Burdett did not even smile.
Chow can you be 80 undignifed ?
Perhaps, too, he saw you"
Zaida had cool way of ignoring re-
p'oof, SO she Strengthened herself to her
full height, and said, as naturally as if
nothing had occurred:
Mamma, what is the matter with
the creature, as he called it?"
Mrs. Burdett was easily diverted; she
began to give a graphic account, when
the girl suddenly stopped her, saying
she would go and see for herself.
The sheds were extensive and she
wandered about in them some time be-
fore the sound of voices guided her to
the right one. Norman Lamar and one
of his men were dressing the wound OF
a young heifer. The animals large,
soft eyes were turned up to the tender,
plying eyes of its master.
Zaida stood few moments unobserv.
ed; then stole quietly away.
"And that is ownership" she said,
dashing some quick tears off her cheeks;
then added: " Yet the poor dumb crea-
ture seems to love him."
She was subdued and thoughtful all
during tea-time; so too was Norman La
mar.
That evening it was moonlight, and
he invited them to ride.
"He treats us as if we were guests
and not a couple of interlopers- with
your permission, mamma, [ would
frankly say, couple of impertinent
interlopers, }" said Zaida, when they were
in their room getting their wraps.
"Tm afraid we had better not stay the
week out" said Mrs. Burdett, looking
disturbed.
"Pooh! pooh! Of course we viii
stay To be treated with marked con
sideration by the monarch of all one
surveys is delightful p Then, breaking
off in her capricious way: mamma, dc
you suppose he ever wears coat ?"
cit would be shame for him to spot
hi, With
dett; but the girl was already in thu
hall.
The night was clear and frosty. The
ladies were we'll wrapped and trift
shivery for all; but Norman Lama
seemed perfectly comfortable, though
he wore no extra garment save yellow
silk handkerchief knotted around hi
white throat.
"There, I knew he had a golden col
lar somewhere! thought Zaida, view
ing him deightedly in the moonlight
When the ride was over, and mothel
and daughter were again in their room
Mrs. Burdett said, after long, thought
full silence:
81 wonder if he has not any family
I have never heard him speak of rela
tive"
Zaida had thrown herself down upo1
, the lounge; she looked drowsy and half
asleep; she yawned slightly as if hating
to be disturbed.
"Why, of course not, mamma; they
have all been dead centuries! He's {
Gaul, you know!"
"What on earth are you talking
about ?" demanded her mother.
Zaida aroused herself, laughing ayly
81 reckon I must have been dream
: ing," she said, and she had been-of The
master.
The week was soon gone, and til.
house lacked their bright and graceful
presence. Even Mrs. Harden wished
, they might have staid forever, and wor,
more dolorous face than ever, ant
: was taken with spasms of shedding
7 tears into her apron.
, Norman Lamar had lifted his cap il
answer to the wave of Zaida's hand jus
: as the road made bend that took tn
, stage from sight, and then had turne'
and looked at his rude house and wide
sweeping prairies and cattle rangin,
, free. One week ago he had been con