The Weiser semi-weekly signal. (Weiser, Washington Co., Idaho) 1904-1911, 1905-04-01


sundering was accomplished. That
hour nation was born-out OF the
clamor Of bells, out of the hearts of
men.
But In the statehouse under the
cupola. where the big bell that first
pealed liberty cracked its throat for
JOY, Anne lay sobbing:
Louis! Listen, Louis! Listen to the
bells! 1t was yours-your message that
gave them! Independence! 1t is
come at last, and you have gone to die
because betrayed you. But it was to
save you. dear! Will you ever under
stand? Can you hear them, Louis?
The bells! Come backi Come back to
ne-only to hear them ring! Only to
understandp
General Lord Howe sat one evening
month later aboard the Duchess of
Gordon, anchored below Staten Island,
playing at draughts. His late surrender
of Boston to General Washington had
ruffied his equanimity. But now Gin
ton had Joined him, haggard from the
trouncing Moultrie had given him in
South Carolina, and his lordship's
brother, Admiral Lord Howe, had hove
to in the harbor with prodigious new
army u a fleet of 100 sail. My lord,
therefore, felt very comfortable again.
The generals opponent at the table,
Lord Chetwynde, wore lace in his
sleeves and smoked a foreign cigarette,
from which he fiicked the white ash
daintily with his little finger AS he
sat- one felt his eyes, kind of cold,
keen, speculative humor in them. An
other officer, Sir Evelyn Clarke, sat
with legs wide apart near by. The
glazed sconees were brilliantly lighted,
and the room rocked pleasantly as the
ship rose and fell to the wash.
An aid, pausing at the cabin door,
saluted
"WellT asked Lord Howe. "Any
one else for me?''
NO. sir; for Lord Chetwynde. He
brings a personal communication to his
lordship."
Every well; bring him down; with
your permission, of course, my lord. .
And his lordship turned to the game
again.
81 would the admiral might haste
with his olive branch" he yawned
studying the draughtboard through
lazy eyelids. "'Tis most uncommon
dull here. Hell, Hull and Halifax
egad! I'd as lief be prison governor
at any one of them"
LESS room for your cursed expert
ments. suppose, Charles. You wer'
always fond of them at Halifax" com
mented the single spectator in an Irisf
/ brogue. "Why, my lord, remembel
just before he sailed (may you nevel
run another Jail, Charles) he let ras
cal out on a secret service and tool
his promise in writing to come back t.
him in a month to the moose. 4 hop,
| you'll invite me to meet him when b.
returns. Eth? What! May 1 bet tn
devil my head, but there he is nowr'
The pair at the table looked at th
face of the man who had entered an,
at his dress Of purple velvet fraye'
with travel, and Lord Chetwynde start
eu 10 sudden 1nc1SlVeneSS-
Louis Armandw
The newcomer bowed and stood 81
lent, waiting.
/ "You return in accordance with on
contract, presumefr ari4
Eyes, your lordship."
you are day late"
II was not aware of your lordship'
transference."
Burn me, but he's been to Halifax
exclaimed Lord Chetwynde under hi
breath.
he sat a moment nursing his chin
Then he seized a paper, wrote lin
and added his signature. 81 am al
ready informed of your attempt" b.
said, "and of your failure. Egad, Ties
petticoat patriots are everywhere