Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-10
Anne's voice was csaar anu nrm.

l Anne's voice was clear anu nrn. 'He was my friend!' cried Gary. "Is he the Marquis de Ia Trouerie? !? Cary's look turned to her. He saw l the grayness in her cheek and tn,
 brave light in her eyes burned his hear
 cold He looked from side to side-a
 the sneering laugh of Foy, at the calm
 stern evenness of Colonel Tillotson, al
 Anne's face, now grown deadly white
 sIs 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 giver l a finching start as if smitten by the
 flying terror of bullet. It seemed tt ] her that present, future, dreams, real l ity, heaven, earth; eternity, were all 1 slipping away from her. Armand
 touched her hand gently, his face torr l with conflict.
 "You told ma-if. the man yor
 loved"- The words failed. ..- | She raised her great eyes to his. "Are 1 you the Marquis de la Trouerie?' l A whitening pain had conquered his
 face.
 ! "I am Louis Armand" he said as one
 whose heart Is broken. %s.. |. 1 Anne closed her eyes and stood trem-
 bling. and in that moment he dropped his arms to his sides and turned to the i waiting soldiers. 'Take him awayr' said Foy . l Seeing, Anne struggled piteously to speak. She stood an instant with both I hands stretched out after him; then she slipped back into Colonel Tillot- sons 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 scurry of cry ing. Windows were opened.
 "Hastev' fretted Foy. ''To his ex- cellency with the prisoner! Conolly has been seen. The alarm is out, and | the town will rise!''
 GallaHts 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 powderv' he shout ed. "Dunmore's men have robbed the 1 magaZinew And with the shout the great bell of the palace began tolling the summons calling all soldiers of the ] king to assemble. ..s x. >1
 "The governor has come to his senses
 at last" Mrs. Byrd said with satis- faction as she came out to her chair.
 ''We shall presently see these precious 1 rebels scampering to their holes. You | must go, suppose, Francis?'
 Aye, mother" he answered, his eyes | bright with Anne's pain, and gave her his cheek to kiss.
 But he did not go to the palace. The
 resignation of his commission went to | the earl instead, and he himself hasten
 ed to the narrow house in Duke of
 Gloucester street which bore the name AIberti and the sign of the violin. 1t
 was long before he saw his mother
 again.
 The volcano had burst There is to
 be small doubt from this time where
 any Virginian stands. By noon the bank of the James river at Burwell's ferry, where lies the man-o'war Mag
 dalen, whither Dunmore's crafty agent Conolly has marched his marines with l the powder raped from the Williams burg magazine, is black with threaten
 ing men.
 Steadily numbers swell the crowd ! that chokes Duke of Gloucester street. city councillors, some in furtiye delight | at this loyal ruse. others stamping an- grily. with powdered wigs askew and l hands seeking the hilts of their dress swords; sober men mounting and dis
 mounting horses; ladies, brilliant as ever, in red heeled shoes and clocked
 stockings, eager, excited, voluble Here | is all the aristocracy, the blue bloods of the valley planters; here are the
 duller garbed burgesses of the inner 1 counties
 The mob surges up and down past a square, prim house of glazed brick brought as ballast in the tobacco ships.
 It is fronted by little garden, through
 which leads a path between exact i flower beds of white lupins, 1ove-in-a
 mist and Canterbury bells, and here in
 his chair sits old Baron Fairfax, lean- 1 ing on his cane, listing to the tumult, ! knowing 1t means anger against the royal authority, but not bending his
 stubborn loyalty enough to pass be- | yond the gate. He is all a-quiver with
 rage at the seizure of the marquis.
 "Foolsr' he storms, grinding his teeth. Idiots! I will to the governor so soon as this cursed uproar ceases. l The king Sha II hear of itp'
 Tn his stronghold on Palace street the royal governor sits glowering, lis-