ing, to find, when we were again downstairs, that every one w

of fire and élan, were not used to the strict obedience of orders, was at first very difficult. But soon there came the spirit and the pride that were to make them the best drilled troops, the dandies and macaronies of the army. And so, with the drilling of recruits and assisti

hair to the top of a box and then back again, he stretched his arms above his head, and,

oing to ride a short dis

on the east road, then turned, rode back, and entered the road which runs along the bank of the Elk, by which we had entered the town on our journey from Kent. As

leads south to the Braes. Down this road we turned, and as we were so near the end of our journey I began to think of the reasons and excuses I should give for my visit. Reason! Pshaw! What better reason does a Marylander want than a pair of blue eyes? A

apidly, when, on turning a bend in the road where it is intersected by one from the east, whom should I come face t

e over him. Thrusting his hands into his pockets, he broke out in

risby, you rode d

n the south." Again our laug

cavaliers, but we would be at sword points within a week, and I

ught us here, so

ou win. Tails, I win." Then catching it as it fell: "By Jove, you have it. Present my compliments to Mistress Jean,

But Dick was gone, and I was

eyond could be seen the sunlight gleaming on the bay. A quaint, old-fashioned place, the low roof already growing dark with age; the

thinking of that night at the inn, of that soft "Thank you" on the old south road, I heard the soft swish of her skirts, and, looking up, saw Mistress Jean standing in the doorway. A beautiful picture it was, like some old portrait of Lely's, the maid

his name I wish to thank you for d

he k

I replied modestly. "Heretofore they have not fough

n loyalist, y

suadest me to be

lready," she sa

stalked across the world. But patriot or traitor, Mistress Jean, I h

and where?" and she looked

oss swords with him any day, and so reprove him for his recklessness. Indeed, we have been called with truth the Gascons of the South, and, like those gallant gentlemen o

was the sweetest 'Th

e mystif

e?" said

drifting across the sky, and you, I am afraid, did n

u the Li

bo

amped her tiny foot, "if y

ebels have

on my brow. Ere I knew it, the time approached when I had to mount an

the Leaguer of Boston. There will be fighting ther

ir, and took from thence a blood-

cockade;" and turning quick