Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-04-22

Rebel doingsJ All. ,or ly son "a
Willing-to"-
"Iounds Your son is Byrd,
ma'am. This from lie colonel.
For my son to associate with low
country dcmagoguc, half the time
dressed i'm buckskns like that shabby
burgess from Louisa county you
brough, to dinner last week. and to 90
60 his crazy meetings at the Raleigh.
| thought his stay abroad would have
wcancd Frank of that. That and tie
commission. But, no. He comes home
talking the gibberish of that mcaly
moutbed Charles Fox that he learned
in his dreadful London club. look
yet to see him put off his kings uni
form and disgrace us ALL"
"Pshaw" said Colonel Byrd, never
theless uneasily. Franks all right
The young blade will take to the army
like "A duck to water. Zooks There is
no harm in the Apollo room. jefferson
is steady enough, and he is ever there"
"Tom Jeffersonw calculated the lady.
'ThinG you he is much better? y free
thinker. He and Henry are pitch and
toss. La. A squeak of fiddle, and
both of them will dance. jefferson
used to be gay enough with it at Gov
ernor Fauquiers musickings. Every
body knows he spends half his time
when he is in Williamsburg at the
rooms of that papist actor Albert, and
so does Henry. | marvel if Francis
does not know him too"
The colonel sighed If the truth must
be told. the same uncasncss was in
his soul. But, being masculine, lie did
not admit it to his wife.
"l'll lay a crown you'll dance with
Master Henry tomorrow night, Anne"
volunteered Betsy wickcdly.
Anne was looking through the large
window, sashcd 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 a FURNISHED tongue, went tap
ping the polished floor.
Il should think. Anne" remarked
Mrs Byrd, with acidity, toying with a
rose jar from which the Duke of Cum
| berland had once plucked Il bud, that
you would have more regard for your
bringing up. | never had to be re-
minded of mine"
Mrs. Byrd never looked younger or
more handsome than when remember
ing this. In her soul the soothing and
ever present consciousness of being
born a Willing of Philadelphia was EN-
balmed like a fly in amber. If she
could have had her way she would
have had the master of Westover din
ing at 4, like the Cadwaladers and
Shippens and the rest of the Church of
England set there.
"a Tillotson," she continued raptly
dancing at the burgesses' ball will
the husband of a tavern girl!'
Anne turned, her eyes glowing the
color of burning brandy.
And why not?" she cried. "Why
not? Mr.. Henry is a burgess of Vir
ginia."
AYE, a burgess-from the woods
A lick dish for the country votesw
molly" Her husbands tone wa:
gathering remOnstrance.
HE is Il gentleman Anne flared
with wrath dark eyes. "A courteous
honorable gentleman! And he ha:
more in his head than any four of then
together"
Highly tightyv' exclaimed Mrs
Byrd. more rebellion, you mean.
should think sou
Looking, Betsy felt a strange won
der. She did not always understand
the other "Why like you Master Hen
ry as you do, Amer she asked curl
ously.
Because" cried Anne hotly, "he is {
mana man-not gallant. He ha
something more to do than the wits o
the Raleigh tavern or the Jenny Jes
samys of the assemblies. He knows III
fine speeches. He spends no hour