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But Orrin inquired, somewhat dolefully, whether I should suppose that he himself bewailed the advances of age. It is a grievous point with him. In the evening there was a strange fellow in the bar-room, a sort of mock Methodist, a cattle-drover, who had stopped here for the night with two cows and a Durham bull.
He was still talking, and as he went up, he looked back smiling and gossiping over his shoulder in a smooth and courtly way which made it impossible for me to withdraw my fascinated eyes. "No banisters, sweet Juliet? Not yet not yet; but Orrin will protect you from falling. No harm can come to you while he is at your side. Do you admire this sweep to the stairs?
"Not until after call-over. Come on!" "I say," said Orrin, stiffly, as they fell into their places along the walls of the gymnasium. "The house are goin' to hold another meeting." "Hold away, then." Stalky's mind was elsewhere. "It's about you three this time." "All right, give 'em my love... Here, sir," and he tore down the corridor.
Still, am I not her sworn friend, and if she thinks she can be happy with him, ought I not to do my share towards making her so? I wonder if the Colonel knows that Orrin too has been building himself a house? I did not sleep last night, and I have not eaten this morning. Thoughts robbed me of sleep, and a visit from Orrin effectually took away from me whatever appetite I might have had.
"But he shall not do it," exclaimed Orrin, with a backward toss of his head, and a sudden thump of his strong hand on the table before me. "I won her once against all odds, and I will keep her if I have to don the devil's smiles myself. He shall never again see her eyes rest longer on his face than mine.
When I came away I felt that I had gained nothing, and lost what? Some of the complacency of spirit which I had acquired after much struggle and stern determination. Colonel Schuyler has not yet returned, and now Orrin has gone away.
"Then look and tell me what you think of him," came with an insolent fierceness from the doorway, and Orrin, booted and spurred, with mud on his holiday hose, and his hat still on his head, strode into our midst and confronted us all with an air of such haughty defiance that it half robbed him of his ruffianly appearance. Juliet shrieked and stepped back, fascinated and terrified.
Now will you answer me?" "I have not seen him, sir." "Haven't met him in all the times you have been to Mrs. Evelyn's?" "No sir. I have been there but once in the evening, uncle Orrin. He is just about sailing for England." "Well, you're going there to-night, aren't you? Run and bundle yourself up and I'll take you there before I begin my work." There was a small party that evening at Mrs.
"The farm is bringing in nothing, I know, he don't know how to get along with it, I was afraid it would be so; and we are paying nothing to uncle Orrin and it is just a dead weight on his hands; and I can't bear to think of it! And what will it come to! Mrs. Rossitur was now in her turn surprised into shewing the strength of her sorrows and apprehensions.
One of the treasures of the Arizona Historian's office is a copy of a journal of about 12,000 words kept by Henry Standage, covering his service as a member of the Mormon Battalion from July 19, 1846, to July 19, 1847. The writer in his later years was a resident of Mesa, his home in Alma Ward. His manuscript descended to his grandsons, Orrin and Clarence Standage.
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