Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1904-03-16

unbearable."
Better things Of Dunmorey A
plague on him! Cry God save the kingp
and give Satan the colony!'
Such sulien growlings betokening
storm and then SNUG ones passing,
with snuff taking and derisive shrugs
Of shoulders:
"Henry is mad. You heard what he
said at Colonel Samuel Overton's the
other day. Independence Our Decla-
ration! Aid from Louis the Sixteenth
He is as mad as March hare! Treason
forsooth? Ills matter for leech! AS
If we had discipline, ships of war or
money. tell you, he will embroil us
all with such clatter. The governor
would be perfectly justified in So
they passed on.
A smile, quizzical, disappearing, but
wondrous kind, wrcathed the corners
of the watchers mouth as tall, splen.
did old man with aquiline nose and
sharp, gray eyes came down the street
leaning 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 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
ly and lovingly on the rugged, master
full face, every whit pntrician.
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 whit he must
have looked In his youth before the
French war, when he had strayed from
a London world of fashion, with q
heart sore by reason of jilting, they
said, to bury himself in the shadows
Of the Blue Ridge. He had dreamed
of building himself great manor house
with 10000 acres calling 1t Greenway
Court, and there living solitary. But
a rough hunting lodge on spur of the
mountain near Winchester was all that
ever came of 1t.
The girl watched him as he approach
ed, stopping now and ngain for word.
Each pause made him look more hot
and angry, and, seeing, she shook her
head us 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 a food.
He raised his thorn stick and shook it
at the building, choking with rage.
"Meet at the Raleigh, gadzooks!" he
shouted. "Whose pelting is this? Pat
rick Henry's, aigh? thought as much!
A deer stalker!" he cried, tattooing with
his cane. "a good for naught bartend-
er! Why. he used to bring me my ale
when passed Hanover Court House. A
coarse, dancing, fiddling, wench chuck
ing vagabond, 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 lordw Anne's voice rose sweet
| and clear.
"And now because he mouths treason
as bold as brass and because he wins
a dirty damage case against some tup'-
penny parsoss he sits in the burgesses
and rides with genticqen!"
"Lord FairfaXr SlN was stand}k3g
| upright in the coach
"virgfi8fu is in a pretty case to take
up any leather breeched Tom, Dick or
Harry, wagging his jaw"
"Lord Fairfaxw
"About the kings business!"
II wait for you to ride with me-"
The old man half turned, choked,
shook his cane again in the air; then,
seeing the girl, made her as slow and
courtly bow as if he were in an as
sembly. Then he climbed into the char
lot and sat down.
"Go and wait at the tavern, joe"
Anne said to his servant.
The baron took Anne's slender, cool
hand in his huge, bony, trembling one,
and they rode silently.
After awhile the fury had burned it
self out in that worn frame. "'Tis
naught care for the rest of them, my
DEAR" he said, "but my boy Washing
ton is with their internal treasons, and
the Wings will ruin himr'