Charles Conrad Abbott

Charles Conrad Abbott

Summary

Portrait of Charles Conrad Abbott Charles Conrad Abbott,  A Colonial Wooing (1895)

“ Pleasures come and go as quickly as these reflections of myself, she was thinking, and then she held her face up and looked intently across the stream, but not so much at the wooded slope that on that side hemmed it in, as at the curling smoke that she knew came from the fire in John Bishop's shop. "How could mother get such an idea into her head?" she said to herself, but loud enough for her brothers to hear.
"What has mother got in her head?" asked the younger of the two boys, a persistent, inquisitive lad of eleven summers.
"Nothing, dear," Ruth replied.
”
Source: Wikisource

Portrait of Charles Conrad Abbott Charles Conrad Abbott,  A Colonial Wooing (1895)

“ But his words were lost upon Ruth.
"Who's there?" sounded a rough voice, and the boat's light was held up as if to cast a glow upon the water.
John made no reply, but with a powerful stroke of the paddle made towards shore.
"Speak, or I'll shoot!" cried the same rough voice.
"Then you may shoot a woman," John replied in an unnatural voice; and lifting the pole carefully, the coat fell from it, and to his inexpressible thankfulness the little lantern showed a gleam of light.
”
Source: Wikisource

Portrait of Charles Conrad Abbott Charles Conrad Abbott,  A Colonial Wooing (1895)

“ The harp at Pearson's was so constantly in Ruth's mind that she one day improvised one for herself, merely placing a single, tightly-drawn thread at the window's base and raising the sash so slightly that it would not be noticed as not all the way down. The result was pleasing. A faint, weird sound filled her little room, and, as she watched the setting sun and listened to this sweet whispering of the passing breeze, she composed many a short song in her artless way and stored them in her memory. ”
Source: Wikisource

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature