Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-05-02

more too heartily to handy talk with
him.
Foy filled his glass. "'Tis said in
Philadelphia" he resumed, that one
Of our Virginians got on his hind legs
and told them he wished to God he
could fight it out single handed with
George. What think you of that,
Rolph?"
Lord Fairfax had deliberately turned
his back upon Foy. but he shifted in
his seat now at the answer of one Of
the quality.
Burnaby Rolph, Foy's companion Of
the gold lace, already heavy with the
punch and rocking tipsily in his chair,
lifted his head and laughed drunkenly.
. ''Sooth," he hiccoughed. The same
one offered to enlist thousand men at
his own expense and march them to re-
lieve Boston"
Annes face went colorless. and her
fingers clasped Henry's arm with a
force that made him vince. Cruel!
Cruel!" she said, for the old baron
broke in, stammering with choler.
"The internal rebel" he cried. trem-
bling. rs 1t gone so far then? Do they
fiout their king to his face?"
The buzz in the room ceased, and all
eyes looked at the tawny old nobleman,
his features working with wrath. Hen
rvs fingers were tight closed. and
Anne's white teeth bit her under lip till
Il spot Of blood came upon It,
All in that room knew the old man.
Many loved him. Not few held lease
upon his land. He was one of the last
brave barons who bore his name, for
the most part, whether crusaders or
poets, men gentle, reckless and mind
full Of God-men who lived clearly lives
and died commencing torches and
sheep for their funerals. He was a
man every inch Of him! He blamed
the kings ministers, but he loved the
king.
At the leer Foy gave him some half
rose angrily. but others, of the lower
sort, seeming what was coming, slyly
'winked and smiled behind their palms.
zone could scarce be too severe with
Isuch bloody knave. my lord"
HE should rot in Tyburn!" blazed
the old man,
"Swelp mel" cried Foy with coarse
laugh. And who, gentlemen, think
you was this hangman's cur, this dirty
factious scoundrel? Why, Colonel
Washington, T. faith-turncoat since
the French war;"
There were murmurs at this from all
sides, even from these Tories, at the
trap that had been set, at the wanton
affront to a friendship that had been
well known throughout the colony
since the days when Lawrence Wash
inston first brought sweet Anne Fair
fax from Belyoir to Mount Vernon.
Hound" ground Henry between his
teeth. A cold hand seemed pressed up
On Annes heart.
The stanch old loyalist's face had
turned n gray white. He half choked,
and his hand went fumbling to the lace
ut his throat. He was silent for a mo-
nent, his great brows together, his
fingers on the arm Of the chair clasping
and unclasping. while Foy sneered
audibly in the quiet.
| mot George!" he faltered ut length.
something almost like dry sob es-
capped him. He seemed not to see the
sneerinG face before him, now search
Ing about for applause He turned to
the company with gesture appealing
and pathetic.
| Why, gentlemen" he said - why
I've known him since he was sixteen!
! remember in AS when he was
rudy faced boy and ran my lines for
me! The Wings have misled him, may
be, but he could not take up arms
against-his king!"
There was little stir in the place,
sort OF waiting silence. Then
young man arose In the back part Of
the room and bowed gracefully. II
was NJ. Armand, and he held a slender
stemmed glass, which he filed.
"Messieurs,' he said simply, II am
not OF your country, nor am l OF the
allegiance of your king. My country is
one far away, and II is one that has
learned OF war to love a soldier and a
brave man."
As he spoke Henry's face lighted
with great fash of surprise and
pleasure. He did not see the white
and red changing in his companions
cheek, did not note her uneven breath
nor the wondrous beauty that came
softly courtesying in her eyes.
The voice went on:
But we of my country know one
American so well-we know him be-
cause 1t is against our own arms that