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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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s done with love and with her ?The dream was indeed ended now, otherinterests must claim him henceforth ;and he reached out dumbly to where hissword stood a-prop against the canvasthat shut him from the sun. The year went by, and Sally sat athome and ate her heart out for a letterthat never came. Her overtures hadbeen too late ; he despised her, and hadindeed flung her back her bleedingheart and all was at an end, and nothingseemed to matter. The news of Corn-walliss surrender roused her to a tem-porary enthusiasm, but she fell againinto her listless ways. The war hadcost her both her lovers, and with theloss of one had gone her joy of life, soshe was glad to hear no more of armiesand battles. The town began to take on a moreanimated air as the disbanded soldiersfound their way home. But the palaceat the head of George street was de-serted, for the loyalist keepers had fledthis long while. By some strange freakthe Ipock witch forsook her hut andtook up her abode in the spacious rooms,
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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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