The Weiser semi-weekly signal. (Weiser, Washington Co., Idaho) 1904-1911, 1905-02-04
And for my son :

Rebel doingsD And for my son : a
Willing-to"-
"ZoundsI Your son is Byrd
ma'amv' This from the colonel.
For my son to associate with low
country demagogue, half the time
dressed In buckskins like that shabby
burgess from Louisa county you
brought to dinner last week, and to 60
to his crazy meetings at the Raleigh
| thought his stay abroad would have
weaned Frank of that. That and the
commission. But, no. He comes home
talking the gibberish of that mealy
mouthed Charles Fox that he learned
In his dreadful London, club. | look
yet to see him put off his kings uni
form and disgrace us ALL"
''Pshaww said Colonel Byrd, never
theless uneasily. Franks all right.
The young blade win take to the army
like a duck to water. Zooksl There is
no harm in the Apollo room. Jefferson
is steady enough, and he is ever there"
"Tom Je1ersonw CALCULATED the lady.
Think you he is much better? A free
thinker He and Henry are pitch and
toss. La A squeak of fiddle, and
both of them will dance. Jefferson
used to be gay enough with it at Gov
ernor Fauquier's musiclzings. Every
body knows he spends half his time
when he is in Williamsburg at the
rooms of that papist actor Albert. and
so does Henry. marvel if Francis
does not know him too"
The colonel sighed. If the truth must
be told, the same uneasiness was in
his soul. But, being masculine, he did
not admit it to his wife.
"Ill lay crown youll~dance with
Master Henry tomorrow night, Anne"
volunteered Betsy wickedly.
Anne was looking through the large
window. sashed with crystal glass,
and there were little blue sparks snap
ping in her eyes. She made no reply,
but under her skirt edge her red slip
per. like a FURNISHED tongue, went tap
ping the polished floor.
81 should think, Anne" remarked
Mrs. Byrd. with acidity, toying with a
rose jar from which the Duke of Cum
berland had once plucked bud, "that
you would have more regard for your
bringing up. | never had to be re-
minded of NINE"
Mrs. Byrd never looked younger or
more handsome than when remember
ing this. In her soul the soothing and
ever present consciousness of being
born Willing of Philadelphia was en-
balmed like fly in amber. If she
could have had her way she would
have had the master of Westover din
ing at A, like the Cadwaladers and
Shippens and the rest of the Church of
England set there.
"a Tillotson,' she continued raptly.
dancing at the burgesses' ball with
the husband of a tavern girlr
Anne turned, her eyes glowing the
color of burning brandy.
"And why not?" she cried. "Why
not? Mr.. Henry is a burgess of yir-
giniaw
"Aye, burgess-from the woodsl
A lick dish for the country votesp
"MollyV Her husbands tone was
gathering remonstrance.
"He is gentleman" Anne Jared,
with wrath dark eyes. "a courteous,
honorable gentlemanl And he has
more in his head than any four of them
together"
"Highty tightyr' exclaimed Mrs.
Byrd. More rebellion, you mean! Il
should think sou
Looking Betsy felt a strange won
der. She did not always understand
the other. why like you Master Hen
ry as you do, Anne?" she asked curl
ously.
Because" cried Anne hotly, che is a
mana man-not gallant! He has
something more to do than the wits of
the Raleigh tavern or the Jenny Jes-
samys of the assemblies. He knows no
fine speeches He spends no hours