Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-15


 her borders sowing insurrection among the faithful blacks.
 John the Baptist" demanded Anne sternly one day after Groam had re ported that scarce fifty slaves remained in the quarters, ian the British come here, are you going to run away too?'
 ..NIis' Anne," he complained appeal ingly, "don' yo' know no 'spectable nig- ger gwine ter ist'n ter dem sniff less trash whut go ramshacklfn' erroun' widout no homes? Dee ain no 'count. Yo' couldn' swap lem off fo' shucks. Yo' knows I ain nuvver gwine 1eabe de plantation whar wuz drug up. Dat Cornwallis! Huh! Dis nigger smell de birthstone whut's huntin' fo' him."
 When the sky looked blackest came General Nathanael Greene into the south, young, light hearted and eager. And what did he not accomplish? He welded anew the scattered remnants of Gates army, famed North Caroli- nian Whiggery into a blaze, beat Tarle- ton, sent Cornwallis back, breathing hard, to the seacoast. It was the end of the second campaign.
 .sWhat will King George do nowT' Anne asked Henry jubilantly.
 His face was very grave as he an swered: There is only one thing left. ] Iris stroke at the heart of the rebel ! lion. And that heart is here in Vir- ginia." He guessed truly.
 There were nasty preparations for flight throughout the lower peninsula on that snow shod day when the traitor Arnolds fifty ships came to anchor oF Jamestown island. The sky was a cell ing of translucent gray. The stubby acedars trailed sweeping boughs of crys- tailed beryl, and every shrub wasscased in argent armor Fleet horsemen had ridden from Williamsburg in all direc- tions rousing the frozen countrywide.
 At noon Anne took her place in the chariot beside Mrs. Tillotson, bound for Dr. Walkers of Castle Hill, far enough north to be beyond the reach of the tn- vaders Her aunt was to fare even farther, to Berkeley.
 They waved brave goodbys through tears to the little group of house ne- groes whimpering on the porch. Rash leigh was to go with the remaining servants to Brandon, Mammy Evaline was left in charge of the place, and John the Baptist her son, was to care for the horses and run them off on ap- proach of the British. The house linen and silver Anne had buried with her own hands, and the family portraits had been hidden under the stables.
 It was sad Journey, but one per- formed that day by more than one household.
 Colonel Tillotson rode part Of the way beside the coach. ss'Twill not be for long," he insisted cheeringly. T have assurance from Mr. Henry that Washington will send troops before spring breaks He thought it would be General Lafayette the young French marquis who passed through Williams. burg, you remember. Would Washing ton himself could comep' he added fer vently.
 But his wife was not to be conf forted. "Colonel" she cried brokenly, T feel sure we shall never see Gladden. Hall again. 7 V
 More than once before spring came tiptoeing down the trees Anne looked 7 OuL LO klC 0OAtA 4lOLA A04CI N<ActAC AAAAAs homesick for sight of Greenway Court and Baron Fairfax. Weakness and age had at last sent the old man to his chair and he sat through the long days sorrowfnlly patient as his ancestor, the hero of Naseby fight, sat at Denton in Yorkshire, waiting the coming of thn victorious banners of the king
 The beginnings of the struggle had found him doggedly wrathfuI.
 "'Bill of rights aighY, he would shout q want no benefit of 1t. I am colonial and loyal .35l ].
 And when his neighbors contended that what they stood for was the old issue for which their ancestors broke bikes at Marston Moor he turned his back upon them.
 Tn the Old Dominion there was com parative tranquility, but even in the forest he had heard the first. blare of the kings armies in Boston and New York with a hungering fear that drew his eyes often wistfully toward Mount Vernon There sat the lad he had trained and nodded, "the first soldier in Virginia a grave man. They whis- pered evil things of this mans loyalty now, but the baron for long shut his ears and would not hear. s,s %
 The time came soon when Tories were hated, despised, driven by fire from their homes, their property confiscated. But this old man alone was not touch- ed. K g5
 "Let the rebels come!, he had roar ed, pounding the floor with his thorn stick, "Let them come! met the In- diahs here in '55, and leave for no cursed rebels. The king may not be able to protect, but he will reimburse me-"
 But Tories and Wings passed by alike, and not pound was touched in his storehouse, not a horse taken from his stables. When the foragers swept the valleys his field slaves slunk away with the rest, but lie had not a house negro who did not stay with him to the end.