Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-29

twirling a lovelock nor feather biting over dolorous sonnets, nor betting his rufHes, nor dicing in the Apollo room. Oh, grow sick of the macaronis and their silken compliments and dress swords, all as nice as nanny hens. And the verses they write in the Gazette! Tis mawkish! What do they do? What do they know? The breed of bird. The latest fashion of pinchbeck shoe buckles from Annapolis #Y tsHH
 Mrs. Byrd sniffed.
 "A pity he married the tavern keep CTS daughter!' she said You might have had him and his buckskin breech- es!'
 she sighed. What blow that had been for Captain Jarratr' Then, repent ing she ran after Anne as she swept her neck. M
 Don't be angry, dear," she said. "An you are, I shall feel all to blamep'
 Paulina was still at the gate. ''Haste!'' she called under her breath. 'Here comes MT. Jefferson.'
 "Lackr' said Betsy. Speak of the dev-I mean--there is MT. Henry with him." -
 "I marvel MT. Jefferson likes himw quoth Anne, a. gentle sarcasm ruff1ing her anger. ""er
 Mistress Byrd did not note the tone Aye" she responded, ESQ do l. He hat a tongue, though. Father says it has made more trouble for the colony than all the exclusion acts put together. He looks a very uncouth creature," she added. "See that moth eaten hunting cap and those horrid leather clothes!' This was in low tone, for the ap- preaching men were come within ear shot and were even then dofdng head gear to them.
 The two were vastly dissimilar. One, the younger, was clad in dark velvet wore lace and sword. His fine face was pale with the look of the scholar. The other, walking by his side, with saddlebags over his arm thrust through the bridle of a lean roan nag, wore hunting dress, with small cap. He looked to be turned thirty-fve. His face was keen and sallow, with Roman profile, and his eyes were deep set under overhanging brows. For the rest he moved his spare body awkwardly, slouchily, with 8 rawboned stoop of shoulders, as one at happier ease in the woods than the street. Both bowed gravely as they came up, the face of the horseman searching the group and brightening suddenly with flash of smile at sight of Anne.
 He passed on, but the younger turn ed back, nothing loath for moment of chat. ...
 "Gossiping of the ball tomorrow, I'll swearv' he laughed. Are the furbe- lows all chose?"
 ''Tell us, MT. Jefferson" cried Betsy Byrd. Have you seen the new come beauties? They say Lady Dunmore is lovelier than her daughters"
 \ have been away for fortnight" he answered, land cannot say. I would I could say Aye" he added humor- ously; "'twould relieve much anxiety"
 "'Tis the dreadful uncertainness of you masculine ,lovers,'' Anne countered archly, "that keeps US poor maids in terror"
 "'Tis said," put in Paulina, "that his exceIlency will publish a new code for the palace etiquette. Think of it! Just like real court! There is to be cham berlain, and all gentlemen are to un- bonnet before the portraits of the king and queen!''
 The young man looked dark. Would he kept to his court etiquettew he ex- claimed. "See you the green yonder?"
 All turned their gaze toward the low CT end of the street where sat the new two storied capitol, with it's tall cupo- la and clock. Generally there were to be seen burgesses, singly or in couples, passing in or out. Now the space be- fore it was covered with knots of men, talking, gesdculating, walking from group to group. One could almost i'm agine an accompanying hum, like the sound of distant bee swarm. As they gazed the knots separated and moved slowly towara ssIss of the side doors.
 'sTheY enfse she left" said Anne.