Title:  Aladdin O’Brien

Author:  Gouverneur Morris

Release Date:  February, 2004 [EBook #5172] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on May 29, 2002]

Edition:  10

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

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ALADDIN O’BRIEN

BY GOUVERNEUR MORRIS

BOOK I

    “It was many and many a year ago,
      In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
      By the name of Annabel Lee. 
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
      Than to love and be loved by me. 
    I was a child and she was a child”—­

ALADDIN O’BRIEN

I

It was on the way home from Sunday-school that Aladdin had enticed Margaret to the forbidden river.  She was not sure that he knew how to row, for he was prone to exaggerate his prowess at this and that, and she went because of the fine defiance of it, and because Aladdin exercised an irresistible fascination.  He it was who could whistle the most engagingly through his front teeth; and he it was, when sad dogs of boys of the world were met behind the barn, who could blow the smoke of the fragrant grapevine through his nose, and swallow the same without alarm to himself or to his admirers.  To be with him was in itself a soulful wickedness, a delicious and elevating lesson in corruption.  But to be with him when he had done wrong, and was sorry for it (as always when found out), that was enough to give one visions of freckled angels, and the sweetness of Paradise in May.

Aladdin brought the skiff into the float, stern first, with a bump.  Pride sat high upon his freckled brow, and he whistled piercing notes.

“I can do it,” he said.  “Now get in.”

Margaret embarked very gingerly and smoothed her dress carefully, before and after sitting down.  It was a white and starchy dress of price, with little blue ribbons at the throat and wrists—­such a dress as the little girl of a very poor papa will find laid out on the gilt and brocade chair beside her bed if she goes to sleep and wakes up in heaven.

“Only a little way, ’Laddin, please.”

The boy made half a dozen circular, jabbing strokes, and the skiff zigzagged out from the float.  It was a fine blue day, cool as a cucumber, and across the river from the deserted shipyards, where, upon lofty beamings, stood all sorts of ships in all stages of composition, the frequent beeches and maples showed pink and red and yellow against the evergreen pines.

“It’s easy ’nough,” said Aladdin.  And Margaret agreed in her mind, for it is the splash of deeds rather than the skill or power which impresses a lady.  The little lady sat primly in the stern, her mitted paws folded; her eyes, innocent and immense, fastened admiringly upon the rowing boy.