Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1904-04-06

ernor's confidence, he could afford to be
amused. Moreover, he had had more
than one meeting while abroad with
Lord Stormont in regard to this same
matter. Foys hangman's humor, how
ever, made him favorite with Lord
rats while to cultivate him.
II am flattered that you conflde in
me-" he said. "But what will you do
with him when he comes? You cannot
seize his person"
"Why not?" cried Foy pettishly.
"Theres more to his coming than that,
Jarrat. He will report aye to this
venture of the king. Well, Louis
needs no further messenger. He will
straightway make the marquis his en-
voy. And think you the visitor need
be let deliver that message? By the
tiend no. Seize his person, ell? We
shall see, Jarrat! The earl knows his
muttons. Meanwhile this marquis
must be watched for We must know
where to put finger on him. The
lower ports are well under espionage.
But some of lis must watch here at
Yorktown. Ills what l want you to
do, Jarrat. Cabs life! IT'S too deli
cate matter to intrust to any bog
gler"
again you flatter me-" Jarrat had
been studying Toy through half shut
eyes. Now he opened them.
Enough, captain; accept the COM
mission. l take it upon myself to well
come the noble sojourner should lie
land here. Who knows, 1 might even
make friends with him?'
"Good!' Foy's look wore relief. 81
can leave tomorrow for Winchester,
then, and shall tell Lord Dunmore that
l have contided in you"
"Tell his excellency," Jarrat respond
ed as the other rose, that shall keep
sharp eye for the marquis. From the
moment lie lands l shall be his shad-
ow. A pleasant journey, captain.
Leave everything to me-"
"And now," said Toy, "for bottle of
old sherry"
-eJarrat went to the yard to see him
go and when he had disappeared turn.
ed his eye to n narrow blank window
under the Single roof.
Louis will send another messenger
when the news reaches France! When
1t reaches Francew lie muttered. Then
more slowly, when it reaches FranceH'
He stood musing moment, turned
and entered the door.
The radiant Frenchman that evening
returning to the Swan afoot through
the late dusk fall, went up the tavern
stair to find that the door of his cham
Der stood ajar. An exclamation of sur
prise escaped him. He mounted quick
ly and went in.
Jarrat sat there by the little table
waiting.
"Ah!" said the secretary. His ey,
darted swiftly to his chest in the cor
ner. Then he crossed the room ant
tried the lid. 1t had not been opened.
II am no common thief, curse it!'
spat out Jarrat.
"No" observed Armand, with a ris
Ing infection. Monsieur will pardon
me. did not know" He sat dow
composedly. "To what do l owe thi,
pleasure" tentatively.
| Jarrat leaned elbows on the tabl,
and regarded him. "You are no fool,
he said at length. Cali the better"
NJ. Armand wore a look of polite in
quiry.
"My word for it." said Jarrat sudden
" siIisll 49, are richer paymasters thal
LoGs.:- .....a;is
The other fronted him Gercely, men
acingly. "What mean you?' he cried.
Jarrat laughed. "You see that
know what was the marquis bushes.
in the colonies"
He went and closed the door.
Now" he said, returning, an. Ar
mand, master secretary, clerk Of a dea,
master, l have proposition to max
to you"
"And it," said the young foreigne
slowly half hour later, looking acros
into the ferret eyes 'if l do this
what you call h2-masquerade; if ]
the humble secretary, the clerk, as yor
have said it, become changed for til
purposes of my lord the earl to til
cOurtier, the NOBLE
He paused. They were sitting a
ease now, and on Jarrat's face salts
faction was spread tlinly, like oil. Th
ingratiating mood became him, and hi
companions distrustful look had var
ished into something that smacke
more of friendliness.
"Think you not" the latter finished
that these Virginians will know til
difference?"
"Sbloodw scoffed Jarrat. "Wha
know they here in the desert Of Frenc
mobiles? No more than my lord bisho
of London's scullery maidw
An expression Of curious intentnes
lurked in Armand's face. He was s
lent, searching the other with hal
smiling gaze.
"And the life. Like you balls an
dances with the quality? You shall b
sought after. Would you set the fasl
ions for the gallants? They will jostl
the lackeys to hob with you. Cad
life! The coloniuls are cubs at boo
licking lord! The fat of the land,
tell you-rides, hunts, dances, wenche
and merry season."
The secretary's eyes sparkled. "Yo
think l would do 1t well?" lie aske
naively. "Ah, you never saw my ma!
ter! He was real nobleman. II
was born SO. One cannot learn i
monsieur. 1t is in the blood. But l
I? ! have not the ton, the address
He looked inquirlngly at the other.
"Pshaw" Jarrat said. 81 suppos
your master was fine enough, but fin
feathers will do.it. There's not one G
them will scent the difference. kno,
them"
NJ, Armand's lids were drooped, hi