Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-02

long in the tooth-and turned away with little shudder. He stood with ! thick legs planted firmly, talking with neighbor, his head turned over his shoulder, and as they looked he raised his sword hilt and struck savagely at black who jostled him. Poor serv- ants who fall into MT. Rolph's hands. I pity them," she said in low voice.
 John the Baptist she called to her mounted servant, did you go down to inquire about Miss Betsy's chest. as told youY'
 "Yas'm, yas'm. Done been down dar twic't."
 Are you sure?"
 "Yas'm, on meh honahy
 ''Honor!' Anne said severely. What do you know about honor, John the Baptist7'
 The darky responded with a ragged grin. 'I uster hab CT heap CT honah," he said vaguely, "but got so straw gant wid 1t I spec I ain't got much lef' now"
 Look yonder, Anne" whispered Bet sy. Isn't that genteel looking young man? What a lovely brown his hair is! He's looking this way. His coat has foreign cut. I warrant he came on the ship. There Is Master Brooke standing by him now"
 Anne's eyes showed her a gray coat 1 unslashed, plain hose and shoes with a neat steel buckle-a dress neither rich nor poor. There was no lace upon the hat, no, paste knee buckles, no 1 sword-none of the marks of distinc- ton. But the face was open and the nut dark eyes frank and clear. She had gazed but a moment when a 1 familiar red coat shouldered it's way through the press. She bit her lip and turned her head away, but Betsy was deep in chat with young Mr. Carlyle, kinsman to the Belvoir Fairfaxes, a youth lean as a rake, of pale disposi- ton, all hair and eyes:
 The newcomer strode to the steps with assurance and touched Anne's fingers with his lips. "Shll so cold, so far away? Still cherishing a frown for me"
 II looked not to see you, Captain Jarrat."
 "I am but. just returned from Lon don."
 "On the Two SistersT' HA
 Aye" he answered, with & slumbers ing flush on his face. 'The moth re- turns to the lamp. A pretty conceit, is it not P She moved her shoulders with ges ture of impatience.
 "Why am I doomed to be ever in your bad graces, Mistress Tillotson? Oh, 'tis true. I would 1t were notl Twas so in Williamsburg Had you 8 smile for me? Twas when went. We'll, return to the frown.'
 'I have naught else for yeu. I have told you so,'' And yet" he said constrainedly, "for another kind of look from you would forget all else. I would change all, risk all. Can I never win aught from such love as miner Will you never tell me how to change myself for you? Shall I go always wantingw A fierce and unhappy passion was writ ten in his face.
 She turned from him coidly. T beg you will not recur to that, captain" she said. My answer was my an swer. can never give you more" He touched his breast, drawing his hand across the gold slashings of his coat 'Ts it this7 Do you frown upon his majesty's uniform7 I swear would were Whigv'
 "A Tory before a turncoat," she am swered him.
 Jarrat shut his teeth like trap. Then without reply he bowed to her and strode toward the shin. Betsy. turning her horse, saw only his van- lshing figure, Anne's face q flush red gust of anger and her eyes gleaming Like blue ice.
 Why" exclaimed she in surprise, "'twas Captain Jarratr'
 'I wish" said Anne, with temper, giving Betsy's horse n slap that made him dance and called forth a curdling scream from it's rider-''I wish Captain Uarrat was in Guineav'
 | AS Jarrat stepped on to the deck the gangway was thrown down for the herded human cattle that had thronged the lower deck. Sixty odd, they came dropping out to where the factors were gathered, and the ships agent at once began the bidding by offering convict smith bound for seven years and ai- lowed only diet and lodging, who, he declared, made great diversion by sing ing and whistllng, besides being rare at iron work.
 The sale proceeded rapidly, for bond servants were in demand and the lot was above all average one. They stood for inspection eagerly or stolidly, as their faces promised, some sullen eyed, some smirking The women were of- fered last. But few remained when the agent beckoned to the swarthy skinned woman whose babe had died during the voyage, and she came for ward timidly, turning her sloe-black Italian eyes upon the crowd in misun- derstanding and covering dread. Her hair and the red olive of her skin made a curious contrast to the light complex ions of the other women.
 Burnaby Rolph, who had purchased two labOrerS looked her over with sat-