Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-06-10

he simpcrcd, ogllng 1t rapturously.
"Demme if Master Coolbaugh shall not
cut me one like itr'
Cary looked with fash of recogn-
ton that broadened into a stare of
amazement. He saw a figure incased
splendidly in satin, with rare point
dropping from the sleeves, jewels
cleaning from the ruflles. u sword hilt
on which blood rubies burned, a breast
sparkling with a bcdiamoned order.
"The marquis is late" Brooke added.
"The marquisW Carys eyes opened
wide
That" said Byrd, "is the Marquis
de la Trouerie."
Cary bent closer. There could be no
mistake. No mistakel And all Will
liamsburg deceived! The circle of
beaus parted. rolled back at the new
comer's approach, and Annes face lift
ed itself, startled and joyful, one
look which told it all to Cary, flashlike.
Oh, the pity of it!
Jarrat in his red coat saw, too, from
the hall-saw her smiling but not to
his words, glowing, but not for him,
and evil crept into his face till every
| feature seemed a sin.
Sweet Sir Lobsterw said a lacka-
daisical voice behind him. Peaceful
as ever see, and with uniform all I'M
vailed. L faith, l warrant no redskin
1lght outstrip you on the far Scioto."
Not now, Master Freneau," said Jar
rat, breathing heavily. Not now! To-
night am occupied"
ALAS! Poor Scarlet! Is it not q
raree show? Mayhap twill inspire me
to an ode Shall | sing a Trouerle ca
/ parisoned for the lists of love? See!
TO be gazed ut so-is it not worth Il
princes ransom? Oh, adorabler
He paused. his hooking black eyes
on the others smoldering face. BE
hold the discomhtedw he went on.
Think you Mistress Tilotson has
aught for the spruce coxcombs with
diamond shoe buckles and a macaroon
elbow for snuff takingf Nay, nay! Nor
for kings spy with Il rusted sword!'
Jarrat for once had no retort The
outer door opened, and Foy and three
soldiers in his majesty's uniform enter
ed. Foy carried Il folded paper
The four entered the inner door and
stepped on to the crowded floor togeth-
er. Freneau and Jarrat both pressed
after them, the former in ger curl
osity and the latter to slip into the
background.
Anne stood with the marquis, her
fingers Oh his arm, awaiting minuet
The fiddles We're weaving the first
meshes of the tune. She felt his arm
suddenly tighten, his clasp take closer
hold.
What is it?' she asked. There was
a hustle at the lower end of the room.
He looked down at her. Something in
his voice smote her Remember what
you said TO me at Greenway Court
what you said when we stood under
the pines by GLADDEN. Hall. If l should
come TO be mean and low and dishon-
orabe before the world
Look she cried. They come this
way. What can they want?"
"Listen-low before the world, but
still loving-still loving you
An indefinable tremor came to her.
The dancers were beginning to stop.
Colonel Tillotson had turned his head.
Foy, followed by the soldiers, had
paused in front of them and was point
ing to Armand. Take him." said he.
The fiddles broke off with screech
The whole floor was stricken suddenly
hushed. suddenly motionless. Anne
could hear in Foy's throat his hoarse,
savage breathing as the soldiers step
ped forward The assembly gasped
thunderstruck
Then instantly there was an uproar
stop" tLey insisted. y dozen dress
swords. among them Freneau's, came
out clicking. The ladies shrank, the
gentlemen came up furious, muttering
curses against the royal governor.
what is the meaning OF this out
rage. sir?" Colonel Tillotson stood tai
and threatening. by what right lay
you hands upon the person of the mar
quis:'
The marquis! said Foy. Il wan
no marquis. This is no more marquis
than | am. l have here Warrant
signed by the royal governor of Viz
ginia for the seizure of the person OF
one Louis Armand, calling himself the
MARQUIS de la Trouerie, swindler, i'm
poster and conspirer against the peace
of his majesty's colony. y fine spor
he has made of you, ladies and gentle
men. Will you come hence peaceably,'
to Armand, "or shall l have yol
dragged?"
The hearers wavered. Mrs. ByrC
had fixed her eyes on Anne's face, an(
in them was tiny, feline glitter
Anne's hands We're clasped about AT
mands arm, and spot of indignan
red burned either cheek.
"Oh, infamous" she said clearly
"'Tis a lie"'
sir" asked Colonel Tillotson of AR
mand, his tone hating, will you an
swer this:'
The young Frenchman's eyes were oil
Anne with a look ineffably tender
y aI.