Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-06-10

tatlOnS, I'll bring these sniveling rebels
to their knees! Freedom, forsooth!
IT'S the kings hand rules, and my hand
for the kings in the Virginiasr'
He paused in front of Armand and
beat the table with his fist.
And the slipperiest of them all you
shall snare us, my fine marquis. IT'S
Patrick Henry. Haunch of basted
swine! \ nice picture his tongue ticks
up for the clods! lie is in Williams
burg tonight, and he shall not leave it
till he sails for London and gallows
tree" He strobe off again in a rage.
his face working like a Satans
At last he left off. "Cive him his
orders, Foy," he said quickly.
Foy leaned forward, chin in palm,
and spoke.
You will write a message now to
Henry which I shall dictate. 1t will
state that you are in receipt of news
from France affecting the colonies and
desire his immediate presence at
, place which l shall name You shall
go thither to await Henry and detain
him there till my own arrival with an
+ armed file. Do l make myself clearW
The young foreigner waved his en-
broidcred arm lightly. Il beg to re-
mind his cXcellency of our bargain"
The governor faced around with
/ something like a snarl and sat down
heavily.
IL was to write certain letters to De
Nergennes, King Louis minister, and
TO Beaumarchais-lett in the hand
of the Marquis de la Trouerie, signed
with his signature and seal. These
3 have been written. They have said Of
the situation in this colony only what
you would have them say. have they
not? And you have sent them. Is it
not so?"
The earl narrowed his eyes.
Il have done your eXcellency's bid
ding. You are not satisfied. Very good
monsieur. We turn the page then"
"Ho" said Foy. Its not as difficult
for a nobleman to get money, eh, Mas
ter Clerk? What fine colonial bird have
you plucked now L faith, a nice swag-
ger of Il sudden, Marry! Art going to
wed with a plantation then"
Lord Dunmore snorted and threw
himself forward in his chair.
"Nayw he shouted. THE bargain
ends not here, my lily livered poacher,
Letters, hath, when there is open re-
bellion? Small need l have for pen
work now, IT'S neck twisting am for,
and you shall aid me with a bait for
that stubborn rump Henry"
Foy drew forward pen and paper.
will you write?" he asked.
NO" said Armand composedly.
His lordship's face, from livid, turned
volcanic purple.
Your eXcellency," went on the young
man, twill recall my social position.
Spy? Betray? Surely not, messieurs.
He moved his hand as though dismiss
ing an indiscreet pleasantly.
The earl bit off an oath with head
thrust forward. His jaw dropped like
a lion tapping blood.
Armand had risen. II shall see you
tonight amid the ladies' mOnsieur:' he
asked of Foy. "A very good night to
your eXcellency."
Il shall be eager to carry out any
plans your eXcellency may be pleased
to favor" said Foy as the door closed.
The Apollo room that evening was a
blaze of splendor. 1t was the last
dance of the old regime. All knew the
nearness of the cloud. All heard the
rumble of the storm. But courtesy III
Virginia was as the grain in wood
There it was not until the last that
Tories had perforce to leave the colony
when all who were not Tories turned
Democrats and went into the Revolu
tionary armies; when gentlemen took
the field and their ladies toiled al
home with lint or homespun.
Now though the bolt was speeding
until it fell Tory and Wing met anc
danced in tavern and in hall. Smile
and bow changed not whit. Sparkle
was over all.
But it was only shell of gayety
The core was a volcano.
In the outer hall of the Raleigh, be
hind the shifting throng Of gallants a
the door of the Apollo room, Jarra'
looked across Il minuet and in glimpse'
e caught between the stately moving fig
ures he saw Anne.
Never had she seemed so beautiful
her head golden misted in the light, bel
I long, fringing lashes shading the dusky
blue of her eyes. She stood, full vein
: ed, eXultant, under the white candles
: her dress dove colored, lowered il
j large trees with cherry tinted stay
t trimmed in blue and silver. On he
: hair, drawn high, sat a weblike cap
uchin.
4 Jarrat's face sprang scarlet-a hope
4 less, helpless rage of bitter longing
r With him it was moth and flame, an(
e the wing smuggling had become 80.
! of torture.
:. The Marquis de Ia Trouerie passed in
/ to the assembly. Gallants crowded t
r greet him. Brooke fawned upon hi
4 hand. He became a sun with trail
d of lesser satellites. He moved leisurel.
through the throng, answering tn
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