Evening star., 1924-01-16


Continued from Yesterdays starr
And while the play in the other
due to the restlessness of Lord Lester
and Mr.. Frisbee, whom the rebuk e
had cut right sharply, the maiden
sat her down to her spinnet keys
again and sang like a nightingale,
while the stranger in the dusky door,
way listened as one in a dream
IL seemed to him, who loved the
open with such enduring love, that
all the voices Of the moonlit night
were speaking to him softly, that
Jess woods breathed in the tuneful
twilight
When Doxey sang the ballad
rnrongh-and 1t comprised some
ing gently at the end like dew on
thistle down. the man on the Sill
sighed for very joy and looked to-
ward her in the dark.
You have opened a door and peep
cd into the secret chamber of my
heart. mistress" he whispered, land
light has flowed in around you, while
Jnuted music trembIes in the depths
thereof. This night you have made
call-and I shall come"
= There was the sound of a tumbled
chair in the room beyond. the scrape
of hasty feet as their owner rose.
From the forest and stream, my
girl" said Lord Lester sharply. who
had been listening. his nerves
a-strain. dirty and lazy-a familiar
of slaves and bondmen. coarse, IL
literate comnoner, So will he Gomez"
weather. springing to her feet
fHave all you young gentlemen a
pick upon this stranger? 1 vow he
hath prettier tongue than all of
witr xqe put together and cen a cleaner
The tavern-keeper had brought a
light and the players crowded into
the outer room. Patrick Henry had
risen to his tall height in the door
way; The smile was gone from his
bright blue eyes. A lambent flame
burned there instead. g..
My lord" he said gravely, "an'
you Will fight I'll pin that lie upon
your lips. 1 ana fresh from the cold
waters of the river not an hour back.
] have walked and ridden forty miles
today; and, as for being coarse, that's
as God wills. Perhaps. But I trow
] know more of the simple lore of
OF books as well. Will you fight, my
Iord?"
His hand was at his hip, his
straight glance boring that of the
contemptuously upon the sanded
floor and turned from him, as be-
hooved one of his rank challenged
by a commoner.
,"Sirrah." cried Brithan, Randolph.
-do you know no better than to talk
of dueling with your betters? Go
hack TO your mire and mind your
manners"
Here young Mr. jefferson stepped
forward and laid hand on the worn
huckskin on the strangers shoulder.
Patrick" he said gently, don't
mind us. We're all of one pattern
after all, some a little warped in the
making. When do you and I take the
a-planning?"
At the gentle tone, the words Of
Sface and dignity. the hand upon his
Shoulder. Patrick Henry's flaming
blue eyes softened, the slow smile
came at his lips corners.
whenever You are ready" he said
Utter CONSERVATION was instantly
mirrored upon the faces round about,
mouths fell open in amazement.
The stranger turned to the girl and
held out q hand.
'T bid you good night, mistress"
ne said. "and-rll hear again The
Rose and Thorn many g. night be-
heath the stars"
Then he turned from the room.
There was a swift rattle Of rein and
bit, the sound of hoofs a-pounding
down the turnpike.
Cold glances turned on Thomas
Jefferson.
II suppose you know. Tom" said
Tim Lovelace gravely, "that this fid-
ding fisherman hath a bad odor in
some nostrils that are loyal to the
king-that he is already termed whig
by gossip? Though he is of small
account, still. in these days when
uneasy rumors are becoming more
and more like bats Of Ill omen, each
man must bear sharp light on his
Intentions"
Mr.. Jefferson. a tall and earnest
rIan, grave for his years, gazed into
fis friends face.
II know. Timothy" he said, still
In that gentle voice; "and J still
count him a man. A mans inten-
sions are. and must ever be. between
him and his God. 1 cannot pry into
them"
"Odsblood" said Tim Lovelace Won
6aring1y. TON. like not this tone!
Know you how it must sound to all
loyal subjects Of his majesty"
Mr.. Jefferson's face was very pale.
"I know" he said.
But the girl. standing a bit back
rom the earnest group. put a quick
hand to her pretty throat, and q
painful flush dyed her brow.
"Whig!" she gasped sharply. did
Sou call him 'whig.' eh?"
Timothy Lovelace was already
gaNering up his gloves and snuff box
and did not hear her. The gay eve
ming was done; the play had lost it's
edge. In strained silence the gem
tlemen made ready to ride away.
and more than one heart in the group
was heavy; for they were all friends.
Presently John Fairweather stood
ened to their horses hoof- beats
growing faint IN the d;e+.noo ,rt;io