Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1877-11-14
Cupid at a Camp Meeting.

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her boat, hut the blade of her oar was
more dcxterous than envious tongues.
As she rowed, the fine outlines OF her
form were defined. Her arm some
times was exposed enough to make
men see that, though muscular, 1t was
round and trim.
He also rowed alone; his boat W as
called "The Little Fraud" He wore
his hair behind his ears and bis feat
ures were of monastic leanness, yet
fine. He had large, feeling eyes, soft
as prayer, expressive as praise
Barbara was struck with his ap-
pcarance. Said she Z: ~ never ex
pected to see 4 man here would look
at twice. My aunt is such an incor-
rigible Methodist that she would go
nowhere but to Ocean Grove. l hate
it ! She goes to the meetings, and l
go rowing. Now by rowing every
day for two months / have muscle
enough to hug the life out of that lit
tie fellow yonder, if he was spirited
enough to firt y
She therefore adopted all the devices
of her sex when mischief and obstina
cy unite to suggest them. Her hand
kerchief was set flying over her shout
der as she passed him, so that he coule
see her, rs she looked astern, place II
there. A little more OF those flne
arms were exposed, especially fol
him, and they attracted even the smal
bows, but that sweet and refined mo
nastic face only looked a little more
respectful out Of It's large eyes. q
believe I've touched him, though he
is too sanity to look it Is he mar
ried ?"
The stranger also rowed his boa
with regularity, and seemed to be sor
OF religious athlete, bu, he was n(
match for Barbara. She rOWed arounl
him, behind him, aud finally toulec
him , ,npn MS eyes wore" iloie olee
ry light, but not quite worldly yet
and she heard a full, melodous, clear
ly articulated voice exdaim: "Slster
we're afoul But it must be tn.
fault. I'm the worst rover OF tn
two"
"You don't want me 20 take you II
tow o. asked Barbara coolly. In
gentle and refined face barely smiled
and he shook his head, mo" Bu
still there was little more ardor /
his glance.
Barbara exclaimed that night
"Aunty, Pm in love! !!
cat last !" answered aunty, look
ing over her Bible. "Where hay
you been e
II have been trying to flirt with or
E of your kind he looks like a Meth
dist monk. He rows a boat calle
, the Little Fraud And that's ju
, what he is He's got my heart l.
sick. Hadn't you better pray Il
, me ? | want that man aud no other
Aunty wanted to nave barba
married, and Barbara's fortune p
J, where it would do the most goo
She said: "Nlece, perhaps you'll til
e. chat young man at some OF our met
q ings."
, "Then I shan't find him. said B'
y bara, tor l hate your meeting
q They're vulgar! The last time we
a man told three stale and, dare sa
invented anecdotes, and then shout'
g at the top of his voice, using the II
o tias of his own name: Jesus di
6 for 2. II. Bliss P. H. Bliss is p'
4 doned! Thank God for the us I! |
q died for US P. .H. Bliss is one
~ ia! Now that" continued Barba
# sis worthy of A. Ward. IT my you
monk breaches that way LII run h
. under water, and drown him in We
e ley lake"
= Barbara would not go to the me
: ing, but that day and the next S
=. rowed the lake, and the young m
was not there. 81 may have trig|
~ ened him off" she thought. "Wh
miserable puddle this lake is wi
y out him! l could go somewhere a
ID cry !"
;e She did cry, and scolded her aun
IN 81 shall just go up to Long Branc
If she SAID, and marry one of those nj
re compoops, the stock brokers J
le ''Ah, my child !" said aunty, "h'
be your young monk first at meeting
W you don't find him, you may find c
u, ISOLATION. I've buried two plous b
I'd bands, and maybe the Lord has vii
it for me to have a third. Blessed
"a his name. I shan't rebel.
The old lady suiffied, stuck out