Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-29

wear to the ball tomorrow
 T don't know, Betsy" replied Anne, jumping down.
 "Pshawv' rallied Mistress Byrd. Just as if we believed that. when you know you will be looked at more than the new arrived Lady Dunmore!' Anne kissed the younger one-Paulina Cabell, slight, olive eyed, pretty, pout- ing slip of girl, wriggling to be grown up. '1our eyes are red, sweetheart,' ' said she.
 II have been reading Lady Julia Mandeville,'" Paulina complained. "I never cried so in my life reading nov el The tale is beautiful, but the end ing is horrid!
 You'll stay to supper, of course?' asked Betsy, linking an arm in Anne's. Brother Frank will fetch you home"
 Not today
 Mother will want to tell you about Franks royal commission" pursued Betsy. Come in for a moment. Do.'
 But, the mistress of Westover was otherwise occupied. In fact, the girls entered t!~" wide, cool hall to find a storm low ng.
 Mrs. Eyre was not only young, pret- 'ty, a second wife and the possessor of husband who was one of the govern or's council, but she was conscious of all these things. .a Her husband did not remember as of ten as did she that the gay colonel, his father, had been bosom friend of the learned Charles Boyle in England and a fellow of the Royal society. She re- minded him frequently of the fact that the old wit had been scholar and had 1 left to Westover, where he lay under a monument in the garden, the best pri- vate library in the colonies, not even excepting that of MT. John Bordley of Maryland, and garret full of writings. His portrait hung there, face as clear and as beautiful as a woman's, framed in a curling peruke of the time of Queen Anne.
 As for the present master of West over, much to her irritation, he cared little more for sight of St James than for the heaped up manuscripts in the I garret. He contented himself with sit ting in the council chamber at Will liamsburg and riding after foxes at Westover, when his gout left him.
 Now MEs Byrd, consciously impress Sive, leaned against the white paneling in posture which showed her plump l figure to advantage.
 "'Tis high time," she was saying settling the yellow point de venise at her throat, ''that Francis be spoken to about it. Come in, Anne.p'
 The colonel, lowing as gallantly to Anne as his ,gouty leg propped on 8 chair would permit, shifted his pow dered wig in some discomfort.
 Frank will get no harm from Pat rick Henry" he. said. He is too sen l sible.'
 l "Mayhap you call 1t no harm, sfr," you, member of the council-hobbing with that shiftless wag Sooth, then, do! The malt bugs of the tavern are l his betters. CNo, don't go, Anne) Fran l cis is daft about him, sir. And the boys royal commission just come. Oh, 'tis too badr'
 Colonel Byrd strengthened his rufies 1 carefully. s -e-.s>> --r-;ss.s-I ..zzrs5 ,s;~.a
 ''You go to the ball, of course, Anne?" he asked .Ns 1 But his wife was not to be shut off,
 Small preferment,'' the lady went on, Twill Francis get from Lord Dun- more if he continues. The governor keeps himself informed Every one knows that Patrick Henry is the very front of all these rebel doings. Yes, you need give me no look, Anne. 'Tis the word meant to use. Rebel doingsl Rebel doingsD And for my son = a l Willing-to"- |..
 "Zounds! Your son is a Byrd, ma'amy' This from the colonel.
 For my son to associate with a low country demagogue, half the time dressed in buckskins like that shabby burgess from Louisa county you brought to dinner last week, and to go to his crazy meetings at the Raleigh. thought his stay abroad would have weaned Frank of that. That and the commission. But, no! He comes home talking the gibberish of that mealy mouthed Charles Fox that he learned in his dreadful London club. I look yet to see him put off his kings uni form and disgrace us. .all."
 "Pshaww said Colonel Byrd, never theless uneasily. Franks all right The young blade will take to the army like duck to water. Zooks! There is no harm in the Apollo room. Jefferson is steady enough, and he is ever there." "Tom Jefferson" ejaculated the lady. ''Think you he is much better? A free thinker! He and Henry are pitch and toss. La! A squeak of a fiddle, and both of them will dance. Jefferson used to be gay enough with it at Gov ernor Fauquier's musickings. Every body knows he spends, half his time when, he is in Williamsburg at the rooms of that papist actor Alberti, and so does Henry. I marvel if Francis does not know him too'
 The colonel sighed. If the truth must be told, the same uneasiness was in his soul. But, being masculine, he did not admit 1t to his wife.
 ''I'll lay a crown you'll dance with Master Henry tomorrow night, Anne," volunteered Betsy wickedly.
 Anne was looking through the large window sashed with crystal glass,