The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1904-08-31

nnu With these rich planters from the
tidewoter and bay counties and the big
rivers, clad In foreign fabrics, with am
pie wigs. swords and cooked hats or the
conlcal head covering then coming to
vogue in England. But save a few on
whose faces sat q smirk of Tory snug
ness oil wore the same deadly look of
angerand concern.
Anne leaned forward and watched
the crowd with tiny cores of fire i'm her
eyes. Broken bits OF conversation were
waited to her
II had looked to see better things of
Dunmore, but tits all of n piece. We,
burgesses of Virginia.! Wagged at like
so many school children, T. faith, and
sent home with a flea in the earl TITS
unbearable."
"Better things OF Dunmorep A
plague on him! Cry God save the king!'
and give Satan the colonyl'
Such sulien growlings b%etokening
storm n then SNUG ones passing,
with snuff taking and derlsive shrugs
OF shoulders.
Henry is mad. You heard what he
said at Colonel Samuel Overton's the
other day. Independencev Our Decla-
ration! Aid from Louis the Sixteenth
lie is as mad as n March hare! Treason
forsooth2 Ills II matter for q leech! AS
IL we had discipline, ships of war or
money. 1 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, wreathed the corners
of the Watchers mouth as a tall, splen-
did old man with aquiline nose and
sharp, gray eyes came down the street
leaning on the arm of n negro body
n Threescore years and ten he
n passcd-one saw that by the lines
In his facc-and his frame was big and
wide. lie was gaunt, rawboned and
sour faced, and plainly though richly
dressed, wearing II large jewel.
The girls eyes rested smilingly OH
the cooked hat, the grizzled wig, the
antique coat, with It's square cut lapels
and shoulders rounded after q fashion
OF twenty years before, and then soft
ly and lovingly on the rugged, master
full face, every whit patriclnn.
All her life she had loved this man
the old baron of Grccnwny Court. He
had carried her at her christening. AS
she saw him now, coming slowly, but
erect, bowling to sulutations by the wny.
she thought again ON what lie must
have looked in his youth before the
French war, when lie had stray&d from
Il London world of fashion. with II
heart sore by reason of Il iilting, they
said, to bury himself In the shadows
of the Blue Ridge. He had dreamed
of building himself II great manor house
with 10000 acres, calling ii Grccnway
Court, and there living solitary. But
n rough hunting lodge on ~ spun of the
mountain ncar Winchester was all that
ever came of ii.
The girl watched linn us he approach
cd, stopping now and again for II word.
Each pausc made him look moro lot
and angry, and, seeing. she shook her
head as if shr Chil some naughty child.
Ms be ncarGd l;cr, speaking with one
of the more richly dressed hurrcsscs.
his bottled wrath burst out in II flood.
He raised his thorn stick and shook 1t
at the building. choking with rage.
Meet at the Raleigh, gadzooks!' he
shouted. Whose pclting is this? Pat
rick Iicnry's, aigh? | thought as much!
y deer stalker" he cried, tattooing with
his cane. "a good for naught bartcnd-
er! Why, he used to bring me my ale
when | passed Hanover Court House. \
coarse, danciug. fiddling, wcnch chuck
ing vagahond, | tell YOU! Ills father,
The justice. is n good. sober country
gentleman, but little the son takes aft
Il on him Coma lnN u. ,,,,. E,1 ,o-I
Sunday. He must marcy the tavern
Keepers daughtcr!!"
"My lord!'' Annc's voice rose sweet
and clear.
And now because he mouths treason
as bold as brass and because he wins
n dirty damage case against some tup'.
penny parsons he sits in the burgesses
and rides with gentlcmcn!"
Lord FairfaX!" She was standing
upright in the coach.
virginia is in Il pretty case to take
up any leather breeched Tom, Dick or
Harry, wagging his jaw"
Lord Fairfax"
"About the kings b~usinessp"
81 wait for you to ride with me-"
The old man half turned, chokcd,
"AOOh no 'hit uSdIh III llc ulIi lllcl,
seeing the girl, made her as slow and
courtly Il bow rs if he were in an us.
scmbly. Then he climbed into the char.
lot and sat down.
G and wait at the tavern, joe"
Anne said to his servant.
The baron took Annc's slender, cool
hand in his huge, bony, trembling one,
and they rode silently.
After awhile the fury had burned 1t.
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 treasous, and
the Wings will ruin him!'