Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-05-06

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a violet green dazzle of foliage, a flame
Of amethyst and pink, and over all the
sun hung hazy, like some splendid
dream rose, strewing its petals upon
bay of tinted glass.
The bank behind the wharf was a
fringe of negroes, their vacant minded
happiness shaking out laughter as wind
shakes blossoms from a locust tree.
The gay coored turbans bobbed like
variegated peoples on a breezy day.
The planlling below was sprlnkled with
town folk, and on the road behind it
several chariots were drawn up at some
distance.
| In advance of these and in the rear
of the crowd with Betsy Byrd in the
saddle beside it, stood the Tillotson
coach, framing in its window a face
with flicker of laughter over it like
the wind on a May meadow. Anne
was in close green and with her oak
yellow hair looked a gold spear rising
straight from its sheath. AS early as
noon one of the Tillotson blacks had
ridden to GLADDEN. Hall with the news
that the ship had been sighted down
the bay, and Anne had ordered the
chariot forthwith. Betsy had a new
peacocl1 shawl coming in Master Elves
care and had made the pilgrimage from
Williamsburg every day for a week.
what pity" exclaimed Anne, who
had been first to arrive. Mr.. Cary
Breckenridge Cary-came on the ship,
but she lay in Hampton Roads last
i, abb - Co..
Philadelphia. SO we shall not see him
till the spring"
I'm sorry" Betsy answered. Crank
saw him in London. What a lot there
are here There is Burnaby Rolph of
Westham, here for more redemptioners
no doubt. He bought n round dozen
last ship. Why doesn't he leave that
for his factor, like a gentleman, Won
der?'
Anne looked at the man she indicated
of medium height, with a sheep face,
long in the tooth-and turned away
with little shudder. lie stood with
thick legs planted firmly, talking with
neighbor, his head turned over his
shoulder and as they looked he raised
his sword hilt and struck savagely at
a black WHO jostled him. Poor serv-
ants who fall into Mr. Rolph's hands
l pity Them" she said in low voice.
"John'the Baptist" she called to her
mounted servant, did you go down to
inquire about Miss Betsy's chest as
told YOU"
"Yasm, yas'm. Done been down dar
twic't'
Are you sure?"
"Yas'm, on meh honahw
Honor Anne said severely. "What
do you know about honor, John the
Baptist"
The darby responded with a ragged
grin. Il ulster hab er heap er honah,"
he said vaguely, but l got so stray
giant wild it | spec | amt got much
lef' now"
Look yonder, Anne" whispered Bet
sy. isn't that n genteel looking young
man? What a lovely brown his hair
is. He's looking this way. His coat
has foreign cut. l warrant he came
on the ship. There is Master Brooke
standing by him now"
Anne's eyes showed her a gray coat
unsashed, plain hose and shoes with
neat steel buckle-a dress neither
rich nor poor. There was no lace upon
the hat, no paste knee buckles, no
sWord-none of the marks of distinc-
ton. But the face was open and the
nut dark eyes frank and clear.
She had gaZed but moment when a
familiar red coat shouldered its way
=, !. hi no.. Il
turned her head away, but Betsy was
! deep in chat with young Mr. Carlyle
, kinsman to the Belvoir FairfaXes, q
youth lean as a rake, of pale DISPOSE
ton, all hair and eyes.
The newcomer strobe to the steps
with assurance and touched Anne's
: fingers with his lips. Still so cold, sc
far away? Still cherishing frown fol
me?"
81 looked not to see you, Captain
Jarrat"
! 81 am but just returned from Lon
! don"
= "On the Two Sisters?'
! "Aye." he answered, with a slumber
ing flush on his face. THE moth re
p turns to the lamp. A pretty conceit, Is
! 1t notf'
;, She moved her shoulders with ges
n ture of Impotence.
"Why am | doomed to be ever II
your bad graces, Mistress Iillotson
9 Oh, tits true. | would it were not
q Twas so in williamsburg. Had you {
II smile for me? Twas when l went
Well, | return to the frown."
!. 81 have naught else for you. l hav'
told you So"
q and yet" he said constralnedly
. "for another kind of look from you
y would forget all else. l would chang
a all, risk all Can l never win augh
, from such a love as mine2 VIII yo'