Outing . position. Seated between the two men in thearbor, she proceeded to be charmingand exasperating to each in turn, pit-ting them against each other as only aclever woman can, and leaving them atlast in doubt as to which she had reallyfavored. And so your uncle has been quarrel-ing with the Assembly, she said toFerguson. Tis too bad, for that meanswe shall have no levee, and I had in-tended to look so charming. It takes not a levee for that ; tis yourvocation in life, was the gallant re-joinder. And how think you this quarrelwith England will end ? The young officer shrugged his shoul-der
Outing . position. Seated between the two men in thearbor, she proceeded to be charmingand exasperating to each in turn, pit-ting them against each other as only aclever woman can, and leaving them atlast in doubt as to which she had reallyfavored. And so your uncle has been quarrel-ing with the Assembly, she said toFerguson. Tis too bad, for that meanswe shall have no levee, and I had in-tended to look so charming. It takes not a levee for that ; tis yourvocation in life, was the gallant re-joinder. And how think you this quarrelwith England will end ? The young officer shrugged his shoul-ders. It was Jonathan who answered. Lexington has been fought ; thepatriots are gathering about Boston;our own Mecklenburg has already de-clared her independence of Englishrule, and the Continental Congress willfollow suit. Then the king will not redress ourwrongs, and the war will come in ear-nest, think you ? Without a doubt. A bright spark burnt in MistressSallys eyes. And if it come you twowill—fight ?. Painted for Outing by A. W. Van Deusen. PITTING THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER. (/. 3r6.~) 3i8 OUTING FOR JANUARY. Assuredly. They spoke together. On—which side ? They looked at each other sternly,harshly ; then with softened eyes at her. I shall fight for my country, saidJonathan, as his earnest gaze full uponher face. And I, for my king—and my lady politics ; they are mischief-making atthe best. But stay, heres wishing youmay both come through the strugglewith your rightful number of limbs andno wounds—in your backs. She tossed off an imaginary bumperas she stood before them, and thenturned from the arbor. Flowers for
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