Aladdin OBrien

Aladdin O'Brien, by Gouverneur
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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.
"Only 'bout's far's the cat-boat, 'Laddin, please," she said. "I oughtn't to
of come 't all."
Somehow the cat-boat, anchored fifty yards out and straining back from
her moorings, would not allow herself to be approached. For although
Aladdin maintained a proper direction (at times), the ocean tide, setting

rigidly in and overbearing the current of the river, was beginning to
carry the skiff to some haven where she would not be.
Aladdin saw this and tried to go back, catching many crabs in the
earnestness of his endeavor. Then the little girl, without being told,
perceived that matters were not entirely in the hands of man, and began
to look wistfully from Aladdin to the shore. After a while he stopped
grinning, and then rowing.
"Can't you get back, 'Laddin?" said the little girl.
"No," said the boy, "I can't." He was