The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1904-08-31

Anne, Anne" they cglcd as the
coachman drew up at the horse block.
Come and tell us what you are to
wear TO the ball tomorrow"
IL don't know, Betsy" replied Anne,
jumping down.
"Pshawv' rallied Mistress Byrd. "Just
as If we believed that, when you know
you Will be looked at more than the
new arrived Lady Dunmore!"
Anne kissed the younger one-Paulina
Cabell, slight, olive eyed, n pretty, pout-
Ing slip of IL girl, wriggling to be grown
up. Your eyes are red, sweetheart"
said she.
II have been reading Lady Julia
Mandcylllc,'" paulina complained. IT
never cried so in my life reading II nov
ell. The tale Is beautiful, but tho end
Ing is horrid!"
You'll stay to supper, of course2'
asked Betsy, linking an arm In Anne's.
Brother Frank will fetch yoa home"
Not today"
Mother will want TO tell you about
Franks. royal commission" pursued
Betsy "Come in for a moment. Do"
But the mistress of MISSIONER was
otherwise occupied. In fact, the girls
entered the wide, cool hall to find n
storm lowering.
Mrs. Byrd was not only young, pref
ty, q second wife and the possessor Of
Il husband who was one OF the govern
or's council, but she was conscious of
all these things.
Her husband did not remember "a Of
ten IA did She that the gay colonel, his
father, bad been bosom friend OF the
learned Charles Boyle in England and
a fellow OF the Royal society. She re-
minded him frequently OF the fact that
the old wit had been a scholar and had
left 10 MISSIONER, where he lay under a
monument in the garden, the best pri-
vatc library in the colonies, not even
excepting that OF Mr.. John Bordley of
Maryland, and q garnet full OF writings.
HIS portrait hung there, a face as clear
snd rs beautiful IS a woman's, framed
In a curling pcrukc Of the time Of
Queen Ammo.
AS for the present master of West
over, much Ia her irritation, he cared
little more for sight of st. James than
for In" hcapcd up manuscripts I'm the
garnet. re ccutcntcd himself with sit.
tlnS In tic council chamber Mt Will
liAr.sburg and riding after foxes at
WcS.OHcr. when his cont left him.
Now Mrs. Byrd, consciously impress
Eiv2. LEANED against the white nancling
in Il posture which showed her plump
figure 10 advantage.
Ills high time" she was SAYING,
,cttli"% the yellow point de vcnise Mt
lcr throat, that Francis be spoken to
about ii. Come in. .Annc)"
Tie colonel. bowling as CALAMITY TO
Ammo as his equity leg proppcd on n
chair would permit, shifted his pow
lcrcd wig in some discomfort.
crank will get no harm from Pat
rlci Henry" he said. lie is too SEN
siblc."
"Mayhap YOU call 1t no harm, sir"
persisted Mrs. Byrd, ito see your SON
you. 81 member of the council-hobbing
with that sliftlcss wag. Sooth, then,
l do The matt bugs of the tavern are
his bctters. (No, don't go, Annex Fran
els is daft about him, sir. And the
boys royal commission lust come. Oh,
tits too badv'
Colonel Byrd Strengthened his ruGies
carefully.
"You so to the ball, of course, Amer"
he asked.
Hut his wife was not to be shut off.
Small ~prcfCrment," the lady went
on, "wlll Francis get from Lord Dun
more II he continues. The governor
keeps himself Informed. Every one
Knows that Patrick Henry is tile very
front of all these rebel doings. Nes.
you ncrd give me no look, Anne. TITS
the word | meant to use. Rebel doingsi
Rebel dolngsJ II Tor my son IA
Willing -to"-
"Z"lnds: Your son is n Byrd,
ma'am"' This from tho colonel.
For my son TO associate with n low
country ~dcmagogUc, half tie time
dressed in bucksk.ns like hat shabby
burgess from Louisa county you
brought to dinner last week, and TO go
to his crazy meetings at the Raleigh.
thought his stay abroad would have
we~ncd Frank of that. That and the
commission. Put, no! He comes home
talking tile gibbrrish of that mealy
mouthCd Charles Fox that he learned
IN his dreadful London club. look
yet to see him put of his kings uni
form and disgrace us ALL"
"Pshaw!' said Colonel Byrd, never
thcless uncasily. "Prank's all right.
The young blade will take to the army
like n duck to water. Zooksl There Is
no harm in the Apollo room. Jefferson
is steady enough, and he is ever there"
"Tom Jcffcrson!" calculated the lady.
"Think you he is much better? A free
thinker! He and Henry are pitch and
toss. La! a squeak of a fiddle, md
both of them will dance. Jefferson
used TO be gay enough with it at Gov
ernor Fauquier's m~usickings. Every
body knows he spends half his time
when he is in Williamsburg at the
rooms of that papist actor Albertf, and
so does Henry. l marvel IL Francis
does not know him too"
The colonel sighed. II the truth must
be told, the same uneasiness was in
his soul. But, being masculine, he did
not admit it to his wife.
"Pll lay n crown you'll dance with
Master Henry tomorrow night, Anne"
volunteered Betsy wickedly.
Anne was looking through the large
window, sashed with crystal glass,
and there were little blue sparks snap
ping In her eyes. She made no reply,
but under her skirt edge her red slip
per, like n FURNISHED tongue, went tap
ping the polished floor.
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