Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1904-04-05
and wayea gooapy 10 the group.

and waved goodby to the group.
anne grows a worse Wing every
day!" pouted Mistress Byrd in pet.
La, think the governor is monstrous
fine. am going to wear my celestial
blue satin tomorrow night and white
satin petticoat!'
Many gallant bowed low from the
pave as the beauty Of williamsburg
went by.
"Slife" protested young Brooke to
Francis Byrd as he petted his lace
meath the leaden bust of Sir Walter at
the Raleigh's entrance. "She would
dazzle st. James. Even the Du Barry
was stick to her! By the Lord, they
should send her to London!" He prided
himself upon his foreign travel.
Byrd flushed angrily. 1t was not to
his pleasure to hear her name coupled
with such. Nor did it sit well upon the
tongue of this dissipated fop. He chok-
ed the word that rose to his lips, how
ever, and turned away, looking longing
~ after the girl that rode by.
The chariot bearing Anne wheeled
near the debtors prison, abreast of the
new capitol, whose wide wings spread
out like great letter II. Scarcely had
it pulled up when the west door OPEN
ed harshly and poured forth again the
lowering burgesses.
They came out under the sparse
trees, through which cleaned the sky
steely blue as sword blades, quietly
ana in orderly groups. but with brows
knit, fingers clinched and smoldering
anger in their faces.
In the groups one might have seen
many conditions. There was a sprin-
king of homespun and buckskin, men
from the shadow of the Blue Ridge and
from the great district Of West Au-
gusta stretching far to the Mississippi,
and with these rich planters from the
ddewater and bay counties and the big
rivers, clad in foreign fabrics, with am
pie wigs, swords and cooked hats or the
conical head covering then coming to
vogue in England. But save few on
whose faces sat a smirk of Tory snug
ness all wore the same deadly look of
anger and concern.
Anne leaned forward and watched
the crowd with tiny cores of fire in her
eyes. Broken bits of conversation were
waited to her.
II had looked to see better things of
Dunmore, but it's all Of piece. We,
burgesses of Virginia! Wagged at like
30 many school children, 4 faith, and
sent home with flea in the ear. TITS
unbearable."
"'Better things Of Dunmore! A
plague on him! Cry God save the kingv
and give Satan the colony!'
Such sullen growlings betokening
storm and then SNUG ones passing,
with snuff taking and derisive shrugs
Of shoulders:
"Eenry is mad. You heard what he
said at Colonel Samuel Overtons the
other day. Independence! Our Decla-
ration! Aid from Louis the Sixteenth
he is as mad as March hare! Treason
forsooth? IT'S matter for leech! AS
IL we had discipline, ships Of war or.
money. tell you, he will embroil us,
all with such clatter. The governor
would be perfectly justified I'M So
they passed on.
A smile, quizzical, disappearing, but.
wondrous kind, wreathed the corners
Of the watchers mouth as q tall, splen-..
did old man with aquiline nose and
sharn. erav eyes came down the street
ieanlng on the arm of negro body
servant. Threescore years and ten he
had passed-one saw that by the lines
In his face-and his frame was big and
wide. He was gaunt, rawboned and
sour faced, and plainly though richly
dressed, wearing a large jewel.
The girls eyes rested smilingly on
the cooked hat, the grizzled wig, the
antique coat, with its square cut lapels
and shoulders rounded after fashion
Of twenty years before, and then soft
~ and lovingly on the rugged, master
full face, every whit patrician.
All her life she had loved this man
the old baron Of Greenway Court. He
had carried her at her christening. AS
she saw him now, coming slowly, but
erect, bowling to salutations by the way,
she thought again on what he must
have looked in his youth before the
French war, when he had strayed from
q London world Of fashion, with a
heart sore by reason of jilting, they
said, to bury himself in the shadows
Of the Blue Ridge.t He had dreamed
Of building himself great manor house
with 10000 .res. calling it Greenway
Court. and there living Alitary. But
q rough hunting lodge on spur of the
mountain near Winchester was all that
ever came of it.
The girl watched him as he approach
ed, stopping now and again for word
Each pause made him look more hot
and angry, and, seeing, she shook her
head as If she child some naughty child.
AS he neared her, speaking with one
OF the more richly dressed burgesses,
his bottled wrath burst out in food.
He raised his thorn stick and shook II
at the building, choking with rage.
sheet at the Raleigh, gadzooks!" he
shouted. "Whose pelting is this? Pat
rick Henry's, aigh? thought US muchl
A deer stalker" he cried, tattooing with
his cane. IA good for naught bartend-
erl Why, he used to bring me my ale
when passed Hanover Court House. A
coarse, dancing, fddling, wench chuck
ing yagabond, I tell you! His father.
the Justice, is good, sober country
gentleman, but little the son takes aft
er him. Come day, go day, God send
Sunday! He must marry the tavern
keepers daughter"
"My lord" Anne's voice rose sweet
and clear.
sand now because he mouths treason
as bold MS brass and because he wins