The Holly chieftain., 1900-04-20
CHAPTER v.

1t was many weary day that Ma
marah waited for tidings which came
not. 1t was her habit to sit at work
with her maidens upon the roof, or else
high up in the top chamber of the
house. and always she would place
herself near to the window which
looked toward the field of battle, and
none knew why 1t was that she
strained her eyes so wistfully into the
air, as If she looked for and expected
some token In the heavens. Often
her work would fall from her fingers,
and she would rest a long time idle,
with no sound escaping her. except the
deep-drawn sighs which none knew
how to interpret. The maidens that
were her companions looked on at
this and marveled. They knew that
Namarah was ever loving and solici-
tous daughter, but it was not uncom-
mon for her father to be away and
In danger, and this was something
more than her usual concern for him.
She had lost heart in her work, also,
and cared no longer for the amuse-
ments and pastimes with which 1t had
formerly been her wont to occupy her
self. But, in spite of this, her inter-
est was more tender than ever before
In those who were sick or in trouble,
and she spent much time in prayer.
Her chief amusement and diversion
during this time were her doves. and
sometimes, after feeding them she
would place herself on the garden seat
and let them climb and futter all about
her, and take their food from her
mouth and fingers, and even from the
meshes Of her hair. She had told to
no one the secret of her heart, and
these silent witnesses of her meetings
with Adina seemed now the nearest
thing to him that there remained to
her.
At length, one morning, when Ma
marah had grown paler than was her
wont, with long waiting and watching,
she stood at the easement of her cham
ber, and her listless gaze that had been,
long fixed wearily upon the distant
scene, became in moment alert and
animated. Far up in the blue she had
seen a flying bird. and at that sight
her heart within her. always trembled.
Perhaps 1t was skylark, or even one
OF her own pets, wandered farther
than Its custom away from home. Yes,
1t was dove-a snow-white carrier
and surely, one OF her own, as there
was none like them in that region. She
had never known one of hers to fly
so high as that before, and the throb-
bling Of her heart grew violent, as she
looked up and saw 1t pausing and cir
cling above her head. Surely she
caught sight of tiny object, not
feather, between Its wing and breast,
as the bird swooped downward and
flew into the pigeon house.
With limbs that shook with hope and
fear, Namarah stole softly through the
silent halls and chambers, down the
garden path and into the place where
all her birds were together. They
were cooling and muttering and gab-
bling as If something out of the COM
mon had happened to them, and when
she paused in the doorway and called,
they all came fluttering to her. One
by one she touched them with her
hands and felt beneath their wings.
They were too exactly each like each
to distinguish among them, but all Of
them came tamely to her call, 1t be-
ing her habit to stroke and smooth
them as she would. Just as her heart
began to sink with disappointment, she
noticed one with broken feathers, and
her fingers touched something smooth
and hard, and 10, there was, indeed, the
thing she sought-a tightly folded pa
per. tied with q small cord under The