Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-04

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 Again you fiatter me-" Jarrat had been studying Foy through half shut eyes. Now he opened them. 1 Enough, captain; I accept the com- 1 mission. take 1t upon myself to wei come the noble sojourner should he land here. Who knows, I might even make friends with him?'
 'Good!' Toys look wore relief. 'I can leave tomorrow for Winchester, then, and shall tell Lord Dunmore that I have confided ill you" Tell his eXcellency," Jarrat respond l ed as the other rose, that shall keep q sharp eye for the marquis. From the moment he lands I shall be his shad- ow. A pleasant journey, captain. Leave everything to me-"
 And now," said Foy, flor bottle of old sherry"
 Jarrat went to the yard to see him go and when he had disappeared turn ed his eye to a narrow blank window under the shingle roof
 Louis will send another messenger when the news reaches France! When ft reaches France" he nuttered. Then more slowly, "When 1t reaches Francew l He stood musing a moment, turned and entered the door.
  The radiant Frencnman 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 bersstood ajar. An exclama ton 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 eye darted swiftly to his chest in the cor ner. Then he crossed the room and tried the lid. It had not been opened.
 "I am no common thief, curse itv' spat out Jarrat.
 "No?" observed Armand, with ris- ing infection. Monsieur will pardon me. I did not know.'' He sat down composedly. ITO what do owe this [ pleasure?' tentatively. Jarrat leaned elbows on the table and regarded him. You are no fool" he said at length. "All the better" M. Armand wore a look of polite in- quiry. . .-|...,.
 My word for it,'' said Jarrat sudden ly, there are richer paymasters than Louis XVI"
 The other fronted him fiercely, men, acingly. What mean you" he cried.
 Jarrat laughed. ''You see that know what was the marquis business in the colonies" -f..
 He went and closed the door.
 NOW" he said, returning, "M. Ar mand, master secretary, clerk of a dead master, I have a proposition to make to you."
 "And if," said the young foreigner slowly a half hour later, looking across into the ferret eyes -'if I do this what you call it?-masquerade; if I, the humble secretary, the clerk, as you have said it, become changed for the purposes of my lord the earl to the courier, the noble''-
 He paused. They were sitting at ease now, and on Jarrats face satis- faction was spread thinly, like oil. The ingratiating mood became him, and his companions distrustful look had van fshed into something that s1nacked more of friendliness.
 Think you not" the latter finished, "that these Virginians will know the difference" #,..
 "'SbloodW scoffed Jarrat. ,"What know they here in the desert of French nobles? No more than my lord bishop of London's scullery maidw An expression of curious intentness lurked in Armand's face. He was si- lent, searching the other with half smiling gaze. 7
 And the life. Like you balls and dances with the quality? You shall be sought after. Would you set the fash ions for the gallants? They will jostle the lackeys to hob with you. Gad's life! The colonials are cubs at boot licking lord! The fat of the land, tell you-rides, hunts, dances, wenches and q merry season"
 . The secretary's eyes sparkled. ''You think would do it well?" he asked naively. 'Ah, you never saw my mas ter! He was a real nobleman. He was born so. One cannot learn 1t. monsieur It is in the blood. But IF I? I have not the ton, the address?" He looked inquiringly at the other "Pshaw!' Jarrat said. 1T suppose your master was fine enough, but fine feathers will do it. There's not one of them will scent the difference. know then."
 N. Armand's lids were dropped, his face thoughtful.
 ''you wish. me-" he reflected slowly. TO do two things. My master, as you have guessed-he was to be the eye of { the king of France in the tVirginias. Very good. You want me to be that eye. Only l shall see things always bad for the Wings, eh? And you would have me write such letters as you shall frame, but in my masters hand, so Louis shall be fooled, so he shall think the Vlrginias loyal to the English crown, so he shall no longer plan to , offer the aid of France"
 'sooth," applauded Jarrat, "it couldn't be plainer. You have written to your masters hand and should know his sig nature. Neither De Vergennes nor Beaumarchais need be the wiser, and