The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 29, No. 308, Ed. 1 Saturday, March 4, 1933 Page: 3 of 4

THE LAMPASAS LEADER
The Master of Chaos
By Irvins Bacheiler
CopyTight 1932, by Irving Bacheller
WNU Service
CHAPTER I
In Which a Young Patriot Gets Out of
Boston by “Snoaching,” and
Joins Washington’s Army.
It was midnight of the third day of
July, 1775. The bells of Boston were
ringing. The surges of sound flooded
over the army lines and flung their
spray into Cambridge and Roxbury.
In a moment nearer bells answered
.the solemn shouting of those in Bos-
ton. Through the darkness their mes-
sage flew out on the westward roads
and up and down the shores.
Burgoyne, Howe, Clinton and Gage,
at the commander’s house in Boston,
■were lingering at the supper table.
They had had a merry evening and
were now considering the details of a
movement In a near room a number
«f young ladies and gentlemen were
dancing to the music of a violin. The
god of love and the god of hate were
4>usy in that house.
At the first sound of the bells the
great men of the English army turned
from their maps and listened.
“It s those d—d, stealthy, hell-cat
rebels who have put the impudent,
mock proclamations on our houses at
Bight,” said Gage. “There’ll be some
hanging done in this town before I
leave It."
"My dear general, don’t let them
worry you,” Howe calmly answered.
^‘They’re celebrating the arrival of the
man Washington at the rebel camp
his morning. They expect him to ac-
complish miracles.”
The bells had stopped the dancing.
The young people thronged into the
room, where sat these men of England,
to make their adieux to their host.
Among them was a couple who had
•caused a great wagging of tongues.
They were the comely Patience Fayer-
weather and the big, merry-hearted
•athlete, Colin Cabot, just out of Har-
vard college.
The gossip had been caused by ob-
vious external and internal differ-
ences in this couple. The exclusive
Betsey Faneuil had said that the two
were as unlike as a sheep and a goat,
and every one knew that Colin was
the goat. “Pat,” as she was called
by her friends, had gentle breeding and
great “comeliness”—an extravagant
word in a land of tempered admira-
tion. The British officers had frankly
conferred upon her the fatal gift of
beauty.. Many gallant youths—even
the handsome son of General Gage—
had sought Pat’s favor. Inherited
wealth and the 'successful use of it
had given her father an influence felt
in all the Colonies and even in Eng-*
land. A born aristocrat, he did not
f share the resentments of the crowd.
} He had sided with the king, who had
helped him in the battering of his
bread.
Colin Cabot was the son of a small
merchant in a country village. His
face was Interesting but not hand-
some. It was a strong, inviting face
that often wore a friep" smile, but
he had neither wealfn nor gentle
reeding and there the rub began,
till, he was a distinguished person,
apart by his stature—a straight
wer of bone and muscle six feet and
inch tall, deep and broad from neck
« waistline. He had a mind as strong
and agile as his body. His college
mates had called him “The Blond
Achilles.” But the best thing that
may be said of him is this: he had
not been spoiled by like flatteries.
Bor a year before the British army
arrived he had been in “The Train”
with Knox’s Boston grenadier corps.
He had a degree of preparation for
service with gun, sword or saber.
Now, in Boston scholarship and
gooi manners were of great account.
Test many had these credits who had
not his popularity. If we may believe
Samuel Langdon, he possessed “an
understanding far beyond his years,
a natural courtliness of manner and
^the rare gift of grace and humor in
'the use of words.” No doubt these
■qualities had cleared his way to the
favor of the best people and to the
heart of Patience Fayerweather. The
devotion of the young couple to each
ther being established, opposition had
served only to strengthen it. Their
will had broken the bars In its way.
It last Elijah Fayerweather had bent
is knee to one of the greatest of all
yrants.
“Tainted” by the politics of the
oung man, Pat was frank in htr sym-
pathy for the rebel cause, fjhe was
ao reed in the wind. Her father had
ccused the girl of being as stub-
born as a bear with a cub. The young
people were to be married in October
and the young man was to find his life
work in one of the great shipyards of
Mr. Fayerweather.
Suddenly the Minute Men and blood-
shed and the gathering of a rebel
army! What was ahead for the Colony
and for the wealthy conservatives like
Bat’s father? Would the young repro-
bate abandon his poetic dream of
superfluous “liberty” and keep his feet
ia the old, well-trodden paths? So
far he had calmly listened to the ar-
guments of his prospective father-in-
law and held his peace. He was in a
situation that tries the soul of a man.
The sound of the bells had been
feis turning point. He and his sweet-
keart were dancing, with others. It
was a critical time and such a clamor
carried a note of alarm. It halted the
music and the feet of the dancers.
Colin looked down lato the troubled
brown eyes of the girl. He was a
member of I-aul Revere’s committee
•f patriots and had lately conferred
with the young coppersmith.
<S>—-.— -
“The bells call me and I must go,”
he said. “We of the new faith know
what it means.”
“What does it mean?” the girl asked.
“It’s a signal agreed upon. Wash-
ington has come to take our army.
He will build up a new nation. I
must go.”
What differing effects were in the
magic of those bells 1 For these two
it had turned merriment to sadness. A
shadow had fallen on their faces. She
looked up at him in silence. Her
strong will recovered its command of
her emotions.
“My dear one, go if you must,” she
said. “I know your heart. I would
not hold you back.”
They entered the general’s room to
present their thanks and compliments
and a pisa.
As the young man gave his hand to
Gage he said:
"General, I am already much in-
debted to you and I am minded to ask
of you a favor, relying wholly on your
chivalry and generosity to grant it—
a pass through the lines.”
The general, not suspecting the full
import of his plea, quickly asked:
“WThen to return?”
“When peace will permit me to en-
joy your friendship. Meanwhile I can
“Don’t Fear. I Love You and Could
Love No Other Man.”
give no information of the slightest
value to your enemies.”
The general frowned. “Do you
mean to say that you are going to
leave one of the fairest, sweetest
maidens in all the world, and a prom-
ising career, to join that ragamuffin
host who are now only half fed and
will soon be starving? They are with-
out an organized government to arm,
equip and feed them. We have only
to wait for starvation to scatter this
band of peasants. Moreover, they
have no training in real warfare, no
capable officers. The soldiers are all
poor men. They must be paid or their
families will starve. Who is to pay
them? And what can you expect from
the officers in that ludicrous army?
They are farmers, blacksmiths, tan-
ners, tavern keepers, plowmen, shoe-
makers, pretending to be gentlemen.”
“I do not know, sir, but I know this:
the good man must go where his soul
leads him and if need be, leave all
that he holds dear.”
The general turned to the young
lady: “What have you to say about
this?”
“My dear general, I hope that you
will grant his plea. If I loved him
less, I would not ask it.”
The general smiled. There was a
touch of playfulness in his words to
Colin:
“Young man, look at her. Would
you hazard such a prize? Every gal-
lant youth in Boston will be trying to
win her. In ber color, face and form
is the magic which, at times has
changed the map of the world. What
shall I say of you?” •
Extravagance was always to be ex-
pected in the gallantries of an Eng-
lish gentleman, yet he spoke in the
manner of one expressing eternal
truths.
She was smiling when she said:
“My dear general, I wish it were as
easy to believe you as it is to love
you. It is not the fashion here to
praise young people. My mother says
it spoils them. I find it good fun to
be spoiled. Scold him a little more.”
The general was laughing as he
said:
“If this young man has never told
you how lovely you are, I’ll have him
court-martialed and put out of the
way of his rivals.”
“Oh, he has done his best to spoil
me. He couldn’t be a better lover,
sir.”
“Good! He must be quite a man,
after all.”
He turned to Colin saying: “Boy,
I will not aid your plan of self-destruc-
tion. If you put your mind at work,
you will thank me.”
Young Harry Gage—a tall hand-
some youngster with dark hair and
eyes—shook Colin’s hand whispering:
“Sorry, old fellow! I wish that all my
rivals could go to the American army.”
“Don’t let your mind wander like
a lost dog, or someone will take it to
the madhouse,” Colin answered with a
smile.
The scene had lasted scarcely five
minutes. The boy and girl set out in
the Fayerweather chaise. On their
way to her home the young man told
her. Up* itjflirjypuld be leaving Boston
that night, adding:
“I am sure that before summer ends
the king will have come to terms.”
“Oh, dear!” she exclaimed. “My fa-
ther says that h—1 is going to move
to Cambridge.”
“If it does, we shall not be selfish
with it. I have quite another fear in
my heart.”
“What fear?”
“Gage’s son is deeply in love with
you. The commander of the port is a
great man and—well, I have only a
few friends to recommend me. I
couldn’t blame you if you gave me up.”
“Don’t fear. I love you and I could
love no other man. I can almost say
that I hate Harry Gage.”
Their lips met and they parted with
tender promises and cautions. That
slow-footed year of 1775 saw many a
like parting at gate and doorstep. It
was a hard year for young lovers.
The Fayerweather chaise took Colin
through a dark, moonless night to his
lodgings. The vehicle had driven away
and Colin had entered his gate when
a man sprang from the shelter of a
low-boughed tree In the dooryard
where he had been lying, and ap-
proached him saying in a whisper:
“It’s Revere. Come under cover
with me and tell what happened at
Gage’s house.”
They were scarcely seated when
'they heard footsteps coming on the
plank walk. In half a moment two
men halted by the gate. One of them
spoke in a low tone to the other.
“He lives here. He’s the bell-wether
of the flock—tall, well-dressed and
about twenty-four. After tonight keep
an eye on this house. When he leaves
it, follow him.”
They went on.
“British guards!” Revere whispered.
Colin gave a brief account of what
had followed the hell ringing.
“Go up to your lodgings and put
only a few needed things in your
leather cow and we’ll get- away. Be
careful how ye sneclc the door.”
Colin hurried to his room, packed a
small bag and stealthily made his
exit. The two set out, following the
winding, dusty thoroughfares to the
water. They had passed one man who
had only stopped and looked at them
in the darkness.
At last they entered the gate of
Ebenezer Snoach, the fish merchant.
His boats were coming in from the
north every week loaded with cod, had-
dock and other edible fish—now the
main support of the British army and
the inhabitants. He was, however, a
secret, steadfast hater of the king
whose laws had limited his operations
and put a tax on every fish he brought
to market. For fear of losing his busi-
ness he smothered his resentment and
kept his boats on the water. But, un-
der cover, he did everything in his
power to aid the cause of freedom.
Knowing this, the Yankee gunboats,
which had captured many a cargo
bound for Boston harbor, were not in-
clined to interfere with Snoach’s com-
merce. He had been for them a source
of valued information.
The two young men had scarcely
opened the gate when they heard foot-
steps less than a hundred yards be-
hind. Revere drew his companion into
the thicket a bit away from the staired
walk that led to the house-door and
whispered: “Don’t speak or move.
We’ll listen here a minute.”
The footsteps were coming near.
Noiselessly the gate opened. They
heard a voice speaking in a low tone:
“This fishmonger is a sneaking rebel.
The chief says that he’s been helping
the rebels out of town. We have
tracked suspected men down this road.
They vanish. We see no more of
them. It’s a mystery.”
Another man spoke: “I’m going to
call old Snoach out of bed and see
what company he’s got there.”
They climbed the flight of steps
and rapped at the door. Soon it
opened and the hidden men caught the
glimmer of a lighted candle.
“King’s orficers, an’ at yer sarvice!”
Snoach’s voice exclaimed. “What ye
fishin’ for at this hour o’ the night?
Come in.”
Colin heard the men enter and the
closing of the door.
“Now follow me,” said Revere as he
led his companion on a winding jour-
ney through the thicket over a deep
carpet of pine-needles. “We must
vanish. They are searching the house
and they will not be satisfied until
they have lighted their lanterns and
beat the thicket.”
Revere seemed to be able to find his
way by feeling the slender tree stems.
In a moment he began to feel the
ground.
“Stand still,” he whispered as he
lifted some heavy object. “Now kneel
on the ground and feel ahead of you
for the edge of the pit. I’ll step aside
so you can let yourself down. It’s
only about five feet deep.”
Colin lowered himself into the pit,
where he stood on a soft mat that cov-
ered its bottom.
Revere followed, saying: “Now set
yer heels a minute.” Then with great
care he adjusted the cover above his
head. “Now ye can set and stretch
out yer legs comf’table while I show
ye the first stop on the road to Wash-
ington’s army.”
He took from his pocket a box con-
taining flint and tinder and soon had a
short candle burning. Its light re-
vealed a little cavern some five feet
deep and three feet wide and four
feet long, sided with rived timbers
driven into the ground. Its roof was a
strong iron grating to which a water-
proof mat was made fast by strings.
The top of the mat was covered with
pine-needles held in place with pitch.
“I cannot understand how you found
this .place in the darkness,” said Colin.
“Done it often, and I’ve got eyes in
my fingers,” the other whispered.
“Just above the right spot there’s a
little patch o’ sky.”
Where they sat, voices and footsteps
were distinctly audible in the house.
Again Revere whispered: “We’ll stay
here till they come out. Ye could hear
a cat’8 foot above
A small curtain hung on a side ©f
the pit. Revere lifted it and another
feature of this strange bit of engi<
neering was exposed to the newcomer
—a round opening large enough to ad-
mit a man, sheathed with straight
staves like those of a barrel. There
was a brace across the end of it to
which a rope was tied. Revere held
the candle so that Colin could lodk
into the wooden tube slanting upward
at an angle of some thirty degrees.
Revere explained: “The young
patriots of Boston did all this digging.
Snoaich’s cooper working in the cellar
above made the barrel In six-foot
lengths. We shoved them down as we
made room for them. Since the war
began no suspected man has ever been
seen entering or leaving Snoach’s door.
Dark nights we take to the bush and
stay under cover till he’s ready to
move us. When the way Is clear wa
haul ourselves up by that rope. Wa
call it ‘snoaching.’ I’ll go first, and
when I give the rope a yank you fol-
low me.”
They heard the king’s officers leave
the house and come down the steps
and begin to beat about in the thicket
They soon abandoned the hopeless task
and went away. The two young men
listened to their footsteps receding in
the distance. Revere fastened a string
to Colin’s bag and wound it on his
left wrist. He put out the candle and
began his upward climb in the barrel
with the bag in tow. Colin got the sig-
nal and followed. In a moment he was
up.to the feet of his leader.
Revere whispered: “Now feel for a
rope on the right side of the barrel.
Have ye got it?”
“Yes.”
“Hang on to it till I get out and
leave the long rope loose.”
For a moment Revere seemed to be
undergoing considerable exertion. Then
he whispered: “Wait till I get the
candle going.”
Presently by its light Colin crept
out upon the rock paving of a cellar
bottom. Revere covered the opening
with a flat slab of stone, some two
feet square, in the center of which was
an iron bolt that held the climbing
rope. The square stone joined the
wall and floor in a perfect fit. The
sunken bolthead was covered with ce-
ment of the exact hue of the stone. It
was a cunning door to the house but It
was only one of many exits. The can-
dle light was extinguished at the top
of the cellar stairs.
The fish merchant and his wife had
no children. Revere rapped softly at
their bedroom door. Snoach came out
in thick darkness, saying in a hoarse,
complaining whisper:
“You brats don’t give me ary bit
o’ rest. Is it Revere?”
“Yes. And I remind you that Wash-
ington don’t come every day. Our'best
soldier is on his way to Cambridge.
Colin Cabot is with me.”
“Cabot, I’ve hearn o’ ye, boy,” said
Snoach. “Give me the feel o’ yer
hand. I’ll send a boat up the shore
with ye right away.”
So Colin had the novel experience of
meeting a man utterly hid in dark-
ness.
Snoach’s salting and smoking plant
was near. The fish merchant dressed
hurriedly. Colin went with him
through an atmosphere heavy with the
odor of smoked fish. The large room
they entered was in darkness. Snoach
groped about until he found an empty
barrel. He led the young man to its
side and asked him to get into it and
not to show his head above its top
when the lantern was lighted. It was
a large barrel with ample room inside
for Colin and his small bag.
While working with flint and tin-
der, Snoach said: “I’ll send ye bar-
reled up with a load o’ smoked fish to
Morton’s p’int. With this breeze an’
the fioodtide, ye’ll git there afore sun-
up. Off the p’int the men’ll roll ye
overboard an’ the river current an’ the
tide’ll take ye on to some part o’ the
beach at Winnisimet. When it touches
the shore get out o’ the barrel and put
| off on the road to Marblehead. There’s
a big dead pine at the end o’ the road.
The light’ll be dim, but ye can’t’ miss
it. At the top o’ the first line o’
bluffs is the big wooden house o’
Israel Woodbridge. Stun chimney ah’
half a dozen gables. He’ll take carfc
o’ ye an’ put ye on yer way, sir.”
The lantern lighted, Snoach began
to move barrels of smoked fish to th*
head of a long sloping spinway down
which they rolled to the hands of the
loaders at the end of the wharf. This
done, he said to Colin: “There’ll b«
a guard on the dock, sir. I’ll have to
roll you down as if ye was a barrel
o’fish an’ not a human bein’. If con-
wenient, ye may give me a pound tq
pay the fiddlers. There’ll be five a-
playin’ for this dance.”
Snoach stood over the barrel, as ha
critically examined its head, so that
Colin got a look at his benefactor—“a
tall brawny sea-god, his weathered
face covered with a thin, scraggy, blond
beard, his great arms bare to the el-
bow. A son of the mighty deep, whose
fruits he gathered, he personified a
power beyond that of armies. It may
yet win the war for us.”
“Here are two pounds, and my
thanks go with them,” said Colin.
“Much obleeged, sir. Ye’re a gentle-
man an’ no mistake an’ good luck to
ye, sir. This is the roof o’ yer littlt
cabin. Here’s a bit o’ rope fast to a
staple in its center. Ye hang on to
that, to hold it down in bad weather.
When safe o'n board, ye can give yer
lungs an airin’. Out in the breeze ya
can straighten yer legs an’ be com-
f’table. Afore they roll ye over, the
boys’ll pour pitch around the edge &
the barrel-head to make It water*
tight. Hold her snug till ye toucli
shore. There is small holes near lta
center. They’ll give ye air. When y«
make port, take the barrel-head wIH
y® an’ give It to Woodbridge,"
(TO BX CONtIKUKXJ
Brims and Eyes Play Hide and Seek
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
f Y y HAT fun brims and
VV eyes will be having
this season playing hide-
and-seek with each other!
You see, it is this way,
fashion insists that brims take a most
thrilling dip-over-one-eye slant, and
what happens?—see for yourself in
the picture where most of the brims
pose at such a perilous angle they
almost, if not quite, obliterate the
right eye. Which is exactly the way
the new hats are supposed to be worn.
So get before your mirror and prac-
tice, for much of the success of the
new hats depends on the “tricky”
wearing thereof.
Not that the new hats are in any
way lacking in comeliness within them-
selves. No, indeed! On the contrary
the bewitching chapeaux which are
flocking in by the thousands just now
are about as fascinating a lot of mil-
linery as ever joined in a midseason
and spring style parade. It is not only
the jauntiness of their pose that en-
thralls but there is that appeal of the
truly feminine in their ribbons, their
flowers (yes, flower trims are “in”),
their airy straws and their dainty fab-
rics which make them irresistible.
There’s no mistake about it, intense-
ly interesting things are now going on
in the realm of millinery. One of
them is the revival of taffeta as a me-
dium for hats to wear now and hats
to wear when springtime gladdens the
earth. One of the dramatic plays
which milliners are making with taf-
feta is to stitch it intricately and de-
signfuliy. The “derby” of pale blue
stitched peau d’ange taffeta shown at
the top to the left in this group is a
striking example of this. It is pulled
down over one eye rakishly, as racy
as even the youngest deb could desire.
The next hat (centered at the top)
is also of taffeta—navy blue moire taf-
feta, with melon crown and flaring
brim which laps over at the front in
a most flattering manner. The three-
tone cluster of velvet flowers placed
to the fore is its only decoration. One
eye, you will observe, is entirely ob-
scured.
The new crowns for the most part
are flat and low. The model to the
right at the top is a representative
type. Small wreaths of velvet flowers
encircle the crown. Velvet flowers ei-
ther in multi-color or in solid tone
adorn fabric and straw hats alike thi3
season.
Again, in the instance of the hat
worn by the print-frocked lady, the
brim quite conceals the right eye. The
interesting thing about the charming
outfit is its trimming touches of velvet
as expressed in the wreath of flowers
which enhance the hat and as they ap-
pear in the belt and buckle. Design-
ers are keen about adding a dash of
velvet to the new costumes, so much
so, they are beautifying the new spring
prints and crepes and matelasse
weaves with most intriguing acces-
sories including velvet scarfs, girdles,
bows and all sorts of enhancing de-
tails.
Three outstanding trends are pre-
sented in the smaller sketches below.
The high-built turban reflecting cos-
sack influence as shown to the left is
a favorite in Paris. The plaid taffeta
how at the neck also conveys an im-
portant message. The felt fedora in
the center is being worn by swagger
tailored folks. With toques and small
brims wee crisp veils, as illustrated to
the right, are inevitable.
©. 1933. Western Newspaper Union.
CAPES AND CHECKS
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
Here’s two important hints in re-
gard to the new spring coats—capes
and checks. Most every coat has its
cape, for capes have gone on parade
for spring. Capes that come off and
capes that don’t, capes that are furless
and capes that are fur-trimmed, they
each and all grace the season’s smart-
est edats. Then as to the popularity
of checks, it matters not whether the
cloaking material be of fine sheer
woolen of sturdiest weave or of gray
and white silk, as is the material
which fashions the model pictured, it
is almost sure to be checked, for
checked fabrics are the rage for
spring. You’d love the material In
this coat. It is a sort of soft heavy
cling-silk mixture which you are sure
to like better every time you wear it.
The gray fox bordering satisfies the
eye with a delectable color blend.
WOMEN NOW PREFER
DOUBLE-DUTY DRESS
Two dresses have always been bet-
ter than one, but now women prefer,
above all, the single dress that is
really two. Transformable clothes—
originally an experiment to test out
the possibility of thrifty fashions—
have become big successes.
The tine feature of the transform-
able clothes is the fact that there
is hardly an evidence of their double-
duty background.
Time was when a transformation
dress showed its taking-apart qualities
at first glance; nowadays hardly a
dress goes by in any fashion parade
that doesn’t look as if it might be
taken apart and transformed—hence
the dress which has this as its purpose
is not set apart from others in any
way.
Designers Making Much
of All-Beige Costumes
Designers are making much of the
all-beige costume as an advance spring
fashion. Introduced in mid-winter,
the first beiges planned for 1933 were
of a darker tinge than usual. Many
of them had a greenish cast, or were
crosses between beiges and grays.
The current popularity in beiges
leans toward lighter, paler shades.
Many of the beige costumes shown in
the better dressmakers are actually
a deep, cream color, or lean toward
pale yellow. One of the favorites is
a very light beige that approximates
the most delicate tones in baby lynx
furs.
Black Chiffon Is Being
Revived for Evening Wear
Black chiffon, an old favorite eve-
ning fashion, is being revived. Many
smart women, tired of bright red
crepe and black satins, are taking up
a fashion that has always had big
seasons of success, and are adapting it
to 1933 silhouettes.
Many of the newest evening dresses
appearing at fashionable theater open-
ings are either entirely of black chif-
fon, or are of chiffon combined with
lace or with satin.

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The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 29, No. 308, Ed. 1 Saturday, March 4, 1933, newspaper, March 4, 1933; Lampasas, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth894443/m1/3/ocr/: accessed December 12, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.

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