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Cupid of Campion

Cupid of Campion

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CHAPTER I 

Word Count: 1573    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

of the Bright-eyed Goddess of Adventure, and is ent

ly and rock-ribbed, lacking only the illusion of windows to give it the appearance of a ruined castle, the other to the northwest, sloping gently up

the boat-landing, his feet dangling above the water, his face gloom

ulse," no matter what that impulse might be. He had been blessed, if one may say so, with an obedient mother and an indifferent father. The discipline of the public school which Abe was supposed to attend might have done something for the boy had he been present for so much as six days hand-running. But Abe had early made a successful course in the art of dodging duty. He was by way of joining that vast army of the unemployed who are the ornament of our country roads in summer and of our back alleys in winter. Abe was ent

me upon his ears the sound of a sweet, piercing soprano voice, giving, to whoso s

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oing at any particular moment. He was rather small for his years, but apparently of muscle all compact. Gracefulness characterized his wildest and most impetuous motions. He was a perfect blonde, and his hair, bobbed after the fashion of little girls of ten or eleven, gave him a somewha

near, "what sort of a lingo is that you're giv

ising his sailor hat and bowing elaborately,

as that you w

, fair sir, o

and spat in

uce myself. I have the honor of informing you t

ng?" continued Abe, as he noticed that Clarence was ga

ew back his head, raised his eyes, and with a dramatic gesture co

alk Am

oking for fun; and if somethin

nt to go a

e to be a cowboy, dodging Indians; I'd like to be a soldier in the trenches, an

ob," said Abe with strong

continued Clarence, "who want

loud laugh, "you want to eat your cake a

nt to eat my cake, and a

what you are?" asked Abe laugh

u please

an idiot, a pl

nce asked the question h

sure

I am one of those chaps who hasn't got enough sen

iot I ever met," said t

of people have told me I am an idiot. And I never do come

ude humor stirred to scornful lau

owing with delight. "It's a pleasure to m

like you

ed Clarence. "I am the light of my moth

not! Say, who

g him. "I've got to be back at noon, and it's near

do. Do you wan

lace around her

verybody goes there. It'

uld you mind acting as my

hat's my boat down there-that little boat with the oars-and I'll take you to P

der, he would have tried to sell the boat and a few houses ne

the boat, jumping in and seating himself

fficulties. He broke the lock under Clarence's unobservant eyes, an

eer," he said, as he

lagoons and streams between the Iowa and the Wisconsin shores, was dancing in the sunlight. Birds, late though the season was, made the air gay. On the Wisconsin shore the solemn hills, noble and varied, stood sentinel ove

e and the scenery enter

an oar. "All aboard to meet the

he goddess was awaiting him. The meeting was to be very soon, and the interview a

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