Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-07

4 N Court Is not far distant. Ia the name of humanity I ask you to- assist me to take him where he can have proper attention for his wound"
 "I have imperative orders, sir. Mount, gentlemen"
 Well to leave him to the dogsp' burst forth Foy in sudden simmer of white fury as he turned in his saddle. And you, you upstarts rebel, Virginia would long have been the easier for your gibbetingv'
 Their hoof beats grew fainter, then were gone in blankness and secho, and Henry, feeling the young mans form grow suddenly limp, laid him gently down upon the turf
 The baron had driven from Winches- ter that night with a hurt in his gal lant old breast. When he settled back in his seat his hands trembied greatly, ciasped atop his sword. The huge chariot, drawn by four wild ponies that would go at any gait except trot together, swung swaying from its leathern springs, and the read seemed very long.
 
 ed more than once.
 And the old negro riding behind him would reply stoutly, "Almos' dar, Mars Torn; almos' dar."
 The fog, fold on fold, shut out the beauty of the way. Lower in the wooded valley the shadows lay very thick, like dead men strewn on a battle field. Riding, he heard the leaves fall, like the illusions of youth, like hap piness, like glory, like power.
 Almost there, Joe?" :.
 "Almos' dar, Mars Torn; almos' dar."
 Up the craggy way flicker of light stabbed down through the drab-lace tree traceries, and the chariot, turning in to the clearing amid clamorous dogs, woke the cloistral silence of Greenway Court. A negro came out, beat back the dogs and let Gown the step, and the old man descended, leaning on Joe's arm.
 Joe brought my lord his supp&r of venison and bordeaux, standing behind his chair till his master was done. This was not long tonight.
 My lord took up book, but threw it down again. Then he lit his pipe and sat long silent till the fire domed black ening. Joe came in, piled pine knots on it and went shuf1ing out again. The hounds yawned about the hearth or whimpered softly in their dreams. l Cracking steps reused them, and they scrambled out to bay and sniff and yelp, when the negro clubbed them back.
 A heavy tread stumbled up the steps An aged mastiff, curled under the old mans chair, hunched shoulders, grswi- ing, and the baron, sitting by the dead hearth, with the ashes fallen from his pipe, turned his head
 Henry stood on the threshold, carry ing Armand in his arms. AS his bearer stood rocking, the young man stirred, opened his eyes wide on the baron and thrust down his legs. My lord" he cried gayly, but with weakness and husking breath, 'T come eaEly to = keep my ' appoint ment." He took step and lurched for ward on to the floor.
 Lord Fairfax stood up like blasted tree with two dead boughs left swing ing. Great heaven! The lad! Has Toy killed him?"
 Not yet,' Henry answered. 'tNo fault of his, my lord"
 The baron shouted for his servants and for cloths, hot water and lily vine gar. "He must have leech," he said.
 T will ride myself for the doctor at A .hI rt I will dress the wound first" With Joe's help skins were spread on one of the couches and Armand laid thereon. Then, with woodsman's Knowledge of wounds, Henry drew his knife and cut away the clothing.
 "It is not mortal?" asked the old man anxiously.
 ''No. But twas foul lunge. Think not he was the poorest swordsman. Never was such skill seen in the Vir- ginias as he showed this night.'
 ''Is it so?"
 sSir, he held that rats life on the point of his steel. l swear to you he could have run him through q score of times an he would. They stopped the duel-soldiers from the fort-and that red devil of Dunmore's attacked him when he had thrown his weapon by and was empty handed"
 "Ah!" cried the baron.
 At length Henry stood up. T am off to the Gap now. I shall not return with the doctor, since I must go on to Williamsburg tomorrow. But for safe tvs sake I shall pray him speed.'
 A struggle showed in the baron's face. No one had ever gone uncheered from his door. He kept open table at the Winchester courts, fed the poorer settlers with his own produce and would have filled the ragged hut of a beggar with guineas. One passionate hatred he had-hatred against the en- emies of his king. All were alike to him, high or low. The times, growing beyond him, had put forward patriots But, all alike, he deemed them vipers ] that bit the hand that fed them.>
 AS Henry approached the door my lord was fidgeting in his chair. The hand was upon the latch when he could restrain himself no longer.
 "Joe," he thundered, fetch stirrup l cup! You may be rebel, sir, but, .I~