Identifier: outing29newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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Painted for Outing by A. W. Van Deusen. BARRED BY A BRITISH SOLDIER. CA *£?■) 478 OUTING FOR FEBRUARY. and was allowed by the townfolk toremain as its protector until peaceshould send a rightful governor. Andhere Salty often came to look after theold woman and to dream away an after-noon. One winter day, detained longer thanwas her wont by a violent storm, shewent wandering about the house, and atlast sat down to rest in a window-seat of With the beating storm cloud as abackground and the window draperycasting soft shadows upon her, she madeso sweet a vision that a man coming inat the open door stopped abruptly. Jona—Colonel Daves ! She recov-ered herself with an effort. He cameforward and shook hands stiffly, but atsight of the color that crept into herface his hauteur softened.
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HE TOOK THE VACANT SEAT BESIDE HER. the great hall. The rain beat in blind-ing sheets against the panes, but shegave it no heed ; she was remembering,not how she once thought to rule herewith Ferguson in splendor, but how shehad danced down the long room withJonathan and felt the clasp of his fin-gers over hers and his breath upon hercheek in the quick turns of the figures. Mother Ipock told me not that Ishould find you here. I thought therooms deserted. Else, of course, you had not come,she answered, coldly. I should not have presumed to dis-turb you. After a turn about the room, he tookthe vacant seat beside her, and they SPORTSMENS DOGS—THE SETTERS. 479 drifted into commonplaces, each striv-ing to maintain an air of cold reserve.But during a pause he said suddenly,as he glanced about him : This isquite different from our last place ofmeeting. Hush ! Those days were the night-mare of my life. And of mine. Once I thought Iunderstood your defiance of Ferguson,your condemnation of me

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