Cupid of Campion

deserted, tries to pray; and his p

as really a good swimmer. He was at home in any lake; he had disported many a time in the salt water; but a river with its unknown dangers was new to him. The fear of the unknown, therefore, coupled with the warning of the butch

he saw his features, tear-stained and swollen, reflected in the clear water. It was the first time that he h

forthwith, putting his elbows on his knees an

owever, Master Abe would reassure them on that point. Clarence did not know that Abe, having taken to the bushes and making his way into the interior of Iowa, h

ry of that adventurous day in scarlet characters upon his tender skin. On one side flowed the Wisconsin into the Mississippi; on the other the Iowa hills frowned down on him. The r

laimed Clarence. He really pr

t, on any form of devotion—at the academy of which for two years he had been a shining ornament. Vainly did he try to cu

ned his knuckles, he succeeded in dislodging one of the two boards serving as seats. Placing this next to the others he t

y me down

God my so

die befo

God my so

incidents of the morning, the climb up the hill, the rowing, the brush with the tramp—all these things, combined with the fact that he had stayed up la

g down to the McGregor boat-landing. He was a rather handsome man in the prime of life, dressed in a manner that showed he belonged to t

he ferry-boat that plied between McGregor and Prairie du Chien, “but have any of y

sailor suit?” asked

es

a boat going down stream with two people in it. First, I thought the one rowing was a girl; I took another look, and I

bout twenty-one dressed in

LaCrosse to Dubuque. This morning I locked my boat here, leaving the oars in it, and went fo

ired the first informant, “a

hat’s t

ht, two boys in it, one in a white s

’s father. “My boy, I am sure

uts named Abe Thompson. He was the butcher’s boy and got fired early today. He’s disappea

ng a boat up near Pictured Rocks, who tried to cross their bow. The Captain had to stop the steamboat and he said that the two boys in that boat seemed anx

s makes it a dead certainty. The boy sat up until one o’clock last night reading Treasure Island. He’s very impressionable, and he left the house this morning with his heart set

the first to give inf

at at the McGregor landing. It will be a plea

s. Let’s get off at once.

ohn Dolan.” The two, as they made the

,” continued Mr. Esmond, as

ally nothing to do at this season, and

ords, the boat shot

ranted that those boys went to Pictured Rocks; everybody goes there. So we

. To make matters worse, I got a telegram this morning to send on a report on a Mexican mine—it’s my business, by the way, to study mines here, in Mexico, and, in fact, almost anywhere. That report meant two or three hours of hard work. So I told Clarence to run out and get som

rved Mr. Dolan, “as though y

relaxed i

train him, and I did my share too, though it was very little, as I was away looking up mines nine months out of the twelve. When the boy was eleven, it became clear that some radical action had to be taken. I looked around for some school that would suit or rather offset his idiosyncrasy. After no end of inquiries I discovered Clermont Academy in New York State, where athletics were everything and such studies as reading, gramm

is a genius,” sug

f trying to clip his wings. All the same, I want my boy,

n full view on the bank two suits of clothes. The boat had scarce touched the shore, when

it which he had caught up in his hands. His face quivering with emotion, he stood s

ndoned overalls, “belongs to that ne’er-do-well butcher

arose and l

boat they had?

, that butcher’s boy, who is a known thief, has hidden it som

e, won’t you? I am almost in d

anything

ed—and to put off our trip to the Coast, as I cannot make the train. Tell her to expect me and Clarence before supper. Then get the proper officials

. He went part of the way himself, crying out at intervals, “Clarence! Clarence! Clarence!” There was n

mile down the river, locked in slumber, and, as it proved, in the hands of tha

footprints to the river’s banks. At this juncture, several motorboats arriv

sisted on bringing the despa

hey started upstream,

o. I’m a

t he was not to be taught any religion, but was to grow up without prejudices, and when he was old enough, he was to choose for himself. All the religion he ever got amounted to his saying the ‘Our Father’ and ‘Now I lay me down to sleep.’ At that school he’s b

y for him;

id Esmond gravely, “it’s not bec

eyes told the tale to his wife. Let us drop a veil over that sc