Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-10

l Gary looked with flash of recogni- l t4bn that broadened into stare of 1 amazement. He saw figure incased splendidly in satin, with rare point dropping from the sleeves, jewels gleaming srom the ruffles, sword hilt on which blood rubies burned, breast I sparkling with a bediamoned order.
 ''The marquis Is late,'' Brooke added.
 "The marquis"' Carys eyes opened wide.
 That said Byrd, '1s the Marquis 1 de la Trouerie.''
 l Cary bent closer. There could be no mistake. No mistake! And all Will liamsburg deceived! The circle of comer's approach, and Anne's face lift ed itself, startled and joyful. one look which told it all to Cary, fashlike. Oh, the pity of it! Jarrat in his red coat saw, too from l the hall-saw her smiling, but not to 1 his words, glowing, but not Tor him, 1 and evil crept into his face till every 1 feature seemed a sin
 1 Sweet Sir Lobsterv' said lacka- daisical voice behind him. Peaceful as ever I see, and with uniform all un- | snllied. r faith, warrant no redskin might outstrip you on the far Scioto."
 Not now, Master Freneau," said Jar rat, breathing heavily. "Not now! To- | night am occupied" r; Alas! Poor Scarlet! Is it not a raree show? Mayhap twill inspire me to an ode. Shall sing Trouelie ca pnrisoned for the lists of lover See! To be gazed at so-is 1t not worth d princes ransom? Oh, adorn ble!' lie paused, his mocking black eyes on the others smoldering face. Be hold the discomfitedv' he went on. Think you Mistress Tillotson has aught for the spruce coxcombs with diamond shoe buckles and macaroon elbow for snuff taking? Nay, nay! Nor for kings spy with a rusted sword!' Jarrat for once had no retort. The outer door opened, and Foy and three soldiers in his majesty s uniform enter ed. Foy carried folded paper.
 The four entered the inner door and stepped on to the crowded floor togeth- CT. Freneau and Jarrat both pressed after them, the former in eager curi- osity and the latter to slip into the background. Anne stood with the marquis, her fingers on his arm, awaiting minuet. The fiddles were weaving the first meshes of the tune. She felt his arm suddenly tighten, his clasp take closer hold. ......
 "What is it?" she asked. There was a hustle at the lower end of the room.
 He looked down at her. Something in his voice smote her. Remember what you said to me at Greenway Court what you said when we stood under the pines by Gladden. Hall. If should come to be mean and low and dishon- orable before the world''-
 Look" she cried. '"They come this way. What can they wantw
 "Listen-low before the world, but still loving-still loving you
 An indefnable tremor came to her. The dancers were beginning to stop. Colonel Tillotson had turned his head.
 Foy, followed by the soldiers, had paused ill front of them and was point ing to Armand. '"Take him!' said he.
 The fiddles broke off with a screech.. The whole floor was stricken suddenly hushed, suddenly motionless. Anne could hear in Foy's throat his hoarse, savage breathing as tEe soldiers step- ped forward The assembly gasped, thunderstruck.
 Then instantly there was an uproar.
 "Stopw they insisted. A dozen dress swords, among them Freneau's, came out clicking. The ladies shrank, the gentlemen came up furious, muttering curses against the royal governor. What is the meaning of this out rage, ,sir?" Colonel Tillotson stood tall and threatening. By what right lay you hands upon the person of the mar quisY'
 ""rhe marquisr said Foy. "I want no marquis. This is no more marquis than I am. I have here warrant signed by the royal governor of Vir- ginia for the seizure of the person of one Louis Armand, calling himself the Marquis de la Trouerie, swindler, i'm postor and conspirer against the peace of his majesty's colony. A fine sport he has made of you, ladies and gentle men! Will you come hence peaceably," to Armand, GOT shall I have you draggedY'
 The hearers wavered. Mrs. Byrd had fixed her eyes on Anne's face, and in them was tiny, feline glitter. Anne's hands were clasped about Ar mands arm, and spot of indignant red burned either cheek.
 "Oh, infamous"' she said clearly. ",.Tis lier'
 'Sir," asked Colonel Tillotson of Ar mand. his tone halting, twill you an swer this?'
 The young Frenchman's eyes were on Anne with a look ineffably tender, struggling with a sudden anguished shadow. White lines had fallen around his lips.
 Colonel Tillotson-gentlemen. said Foy, there is not particle of doubt. thouoh the rascal has been clever