The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1904-10-19
CHATTER III.


dream rose, strcwIng It's petals upon n
bay Of tinted glass.
The bank behind the wharf was a
fringe OF negroes, their vacant minded
happiness shaking out laughter us wind
shakes blossoms from n locust tree.
The gay colorcd turbans bobbcd like
variegated poppies on Il breezy day.
Tie planklng below was sprinkled with
town folk, and on the road behind 1t
several chariots were drawn up at some
distance.
In advance of these and in the rear
OF tie crowd. with Betsy Byrd in the
saddle beside 1t, stood the Tillotson
coach. framing IN It's window Il face
with n flicker of laughter over it like
the wind on May meadow. Anne
was In close green and with her oak
yellow hair looked n gold spear rising
straight from Its sheath. AS early as
noon one OF the TiilotSon blacks had
ridden to GLADDEN. Hall with the news
that the ship had been sighted down
the ba?, and Anne had ordered the
chariot forthwith Betsy had new
peacock shawl coming in Master Elves
care and had made the pilgrimage from
Williamsburg every day for II week.
"WhGt II pity" exclaimed Anne, who
had been first TO arrive. "Mr. Cary
Brcckinridge Cary-camc OH the ship,
but she lay In Hampton Roads last
night, and he there found packet for
Philadelphia. so we shall not sec him
till the spring"
"Im sorry" Betsy answered. "Frank
saw him I'm London. What lot there
are here! There is Burnaby Rolph Of
Wcstham, here for more rcdemptioners
no doubt. He bought round dozen
last slip. Why doesn't he leave that
for his factor, like gentleman, Won
dcr?"
Anne looked at the man she Indicated
of medium height, with IL sheep face,
long In the tooth-and turned away
with n little shudder. He stood with
a neighbor his head turned over his
shoulder, and as they looked he raised
his sword hilt and struck savagely Mt
a black who jostled him. Poor scrv-
ants who fall into Mr.. Rolphs hands.
pity them," she said in low voice.
"John the Baptist" she called to her
mounted servant, did you go down to
inquire about Miss Betsy's chest, as
told your
"Yas'm, yas'm. Done been down dar
twic't."
Are you sureT'
"Yas'm. on meh honahv'
"Honorl" Anne said severely. "What
do you know about honor, John the
BaptistT
The darky responded with q ragged
grin. II ulster hah or heap or hnnah."
he said vaguely, "but got 30 stray
CANT wild 1t 1 spec amt got much
lef' now"
Look yonder. Anne" whispered Bet
sy. isn't that a genteel looking young
man2 What lovely brown his hair
Is! He's looking this way. His coat
has foreign cut. I warrant he came
OH the ship. There Is Master Brooke
standing by him now"
Anne's eyes showed her gray coat
unslashed, plain hose and shoes with
a neat steel buckle-a dress neither
rich nor poor. There was no lace upon
the hat, no paste knee buckles, no
sword-none of the marks Of distinc-
ton. But the face was open and the
nut dark eyes frank and clear.
She had gnzed but n moment when a
familiar red coat shouldered its way
through the press. She bit her lip and
turned her head away, but Betsy was
deep In chat with young Mr.. Carlyle,
kinsmun to the Belvoir Fairfaxes, a
youth lean as rake, of a pale disposi-
ton, all hair and eyes.
The newcomer strobe to the steps
with assurance and touched Annes
fingers with his lips. "Still 80 cold, 80
far away? Still cherishing frown for
mef'
II looked not to see you, Captain
Jarrat."
II am but just returned from Lon
DON"
"On the Two Sisters3'
aye" lie answered, with siumber-
ing flush on his face. 1.-The moth re-
turns to the lamp. A pretty conceit, is
1t notl"
ture OF impatience.
"Why am 1 doomed to be ever in
your bad graces, Mistress Tilotson7
Oh, tits true. i would 1T were noti
Twas so in Williamsburg. Had you
smile for me? Twas when went
Well, 1 return to the frown."
II have naug' else for you. have
told you So"
"And yet" he said constrainedly,
"for another kind of look from you
would forget all else would change
all, risk all. Can / never win aught
from such love as mine2 VIII you
never tell inc now to change myself for
you? Shall l go always wanting2" A
fierce and unhappy passion was writ
ten in his face.
She turned from him coldly. II beg
you will not recur to that, captain"
she said. MY answer was my an
swer. I can never give you more"
He touched his breast, drawing his
hand across the gold slashings of his
coat. "Is 1t this7 do you frown upon
his majesty's uniform7 swear
would I were a Whigp'
"a Tory before turncoat," she an
swered him.
Jarrat shut his teeth like trap.
Then without reply he bowed to her
and strobe toward the ship. Betsy,
turning her horse, saw only his van.
islling figure, Anne's face a flush rcd
gust of anger and her eyes cleaning
like blue ice.
why" exclaimed she i'm surprise,
twas Captain Jarrat!
81 wiSlln said Ammo with fo,,nor