Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-06-17
HALLE
'R9TC BY ERMINIE
RIVES
Courageous
Copyright 1902 by The Bowen.Merrill Co.

Cary's lips twitched. He looked at
Armand, where he stood straight and
quiet, his eyes on Anne's, and he seem.
ed again to see that 1.-THE form hurting
itself against the brutal mate Of the
ship for the hurt Of an outcast woman's
heart. He struggled against a wish to
cry out that the matter was not his
business and fly. He dared not look at
Anne, knowing what he must see there
when he spoke.
"Mr. Cary was on the ship" asked
Foy distinctly.
Anne drew q long breath. and pal
lor suddenly struck her face. But she
bent forward and laid her hand on
Cary's arm.
Answer she babe him. who is
hep
Cary raised his hand. HE is a gen
tleman, and he is q brave man. Be-
yond / ask not!'
'Ts he the Marquis de la TrouerieT
Anne's voice was clear and firm.
"He was my friend" cried Cary.
as he the Marquis de la Trouerie"
Cary's look turned to her. He saw
the grayness in her cheek and the
brave light in her eyes burned his heart
cold. He looked from side to side-at
the sneering laugh of Foy, at the calm,
stern evenness Of Colonel Tillotson, at
Annes face, now grown deadly white.
lis he the Marquis de la Trouerie"
Answer, my friend" said Armand.
Cary's voice was husky as he spoke.
"He is the marquis secretary" said he.
The men standing nearest drew away
from Armand at this. Anne had given
flinching start as If smitten by the
flying terror Of bullet 1t seemed to
her that present, future, dreams, real
ity, heaven, earth, eternity, were all
slipping away from her. Armand
touched her hand gently, his face torn
with conflict.
you told me-if the man you
loved"- The words failed.
She raised her great eyes to his, "Are
you the Marquis de la Trouerie"
A whitening pain had conquered his
face.
81 am Louis Armand" he said as one
whose heart is broken.
Anne closed her eyes and stood trem-
bling. and in that moment he dropped
his arms to his sides and turned to the
waiting soldiers.
Take him awayr' said Foy.
Seeing, Anne struggled piteously to
speak. She stood an instant with both
hands stretched out after him; then
she slipped back into Colonel Tillot-
IONS arms.
The dance was breaking up as the
door opened for Armand and his
guards.
Then across the quiet struck discord.
A far babble drew suddenly nearer.
There was a din and a scurry of cry
ing. Windows were opened.
Haste" fretted Foy. ITO his ex-
cellency with the prisoner! Connolly
has been seen. The alarm is out, and
the town will risev'
Gallants and danes issuing into the
street in their ball finery, the ladies'
rouged cheeks faded in the early light
saw horseman who rode by bawling
THE powder. The powderr he shout.
ed. "Dunmore's men have robbed the
great bell of the palace began tolling
the summons calling all soldiers of the
king to assemble.
THE governor has come to his senses
at last" Mrs. Byrd said with salts
faction as she came out to her chair
1--WE shall presently see these precious
rebels scampering to their holes. Yor
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aye mother" he answered, his eyes
bright with Anne's pain, and gave hel
his cheek to kiss.
But he did not go to the palace. Thu
resignation of his commission went t.
the earl instead, and he himself hasten
ed to the narrow house in Duke o.
Gloucester street which bore the nam,
t Albert and the sign Of the violin.
was long before he saw his mothe
!. again.
e The volcano had burst There is t
s be small doubt from this time wher
:. any Virginian stands. By noon tn
bank of the James river at Burwell'
ferry, where lies the man-o'-war Mag
| W
J Connolly has marched his marines wit
the powder raped from the Williams
II burg magazine, is black with threaten
n ing men.
Steadily numbers swell the crow
that chokes Duke of Gloucester street
city councillors, some in furtive deligl
at this loyal ruse, Others stamping al
grily, with powdered wigs askew an
hands seeking the hits of their dres
swords; sober men mounting and dil
q mounting horses; ladies, brilliant a
: ever, in red heeled shoes and clocke
y stockings, eager, excited, voluble. HeI
r, Is all the aristocracy the blue blood
n of the valley planters; here are I'll
q duller CARRIED burgesses of the innt
:, counties.
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