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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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you neednt give itaway to any one else. Luvinsky sup-pressed a squirm of impatience. She used to belong to a wild French-man by the name of La Tour, who playedfor all the dances among the camps up herein the logging days, you know. He wasa river driver sometimes, and a wild fellowhe was, too. He always acted differentfrom most of the hands, and Iheard he was of some goodfamily, but wild, and that hecome out here to get awayfrom some sort of troublehed had. But play—man, shed talkfor him! He cdmake youlaugh orcry, just the way he felt like. I dont know wherehe got her—he said she was in the familya long time. Theyre French, you know,somewhere back in Quebec, I think. He told me, Jean La Tour did, morethan once, that she was the only thing hehad from his own people, and that hedtaken her with him when he came West.He told me, a hundred times, that nothingbut death would everpart him and her—Ilearned to call ither becausethats what hedone. He lov-ed her, Iguess, and—w e 11,so do
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The muscles of Luvinskys face suddenly grew tense as he saw the name. 406 The Outing Magazine I wouldnt sell her any more than him,only mother—well, you see, sir, shes justgot to get out of this climate, thats all.She cant spend another winter here, foritll kill her; and Im not any too wellmyself. Theres lungs in our family, youknow—New Hampshire way, originally. But vy did he sell her? asked Luvin-sky, moistening his lips. Hush! Visper—dont talk so loud, man. Why? asked the stranger. Id justas soon all the world should hear. No, vait! implored Luvinsky. Ididnt mean a thingle sing—I mean asingle thing—I vas only foolin. Veil,den? Well, Ill tell you how I got her, andyoull see its honestly. I-ve never hadto do a dishonest thing yet, if I am poor;and up here in these woods we try to helpeach other when we get in trouble. Well,La Tour got into trouble. One night I was sittin in there by thetable, trying to read the evenin away,when I heard some one knock on the door,right here.

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