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The story did, indeed, earn money with which to bring "Muddie" and "Catalina" to New York. It did more it brought the editors to Greenwich Street looking for manuscript. They begged for stories as clever and as sensational as "The Balloon Hoax," but in vain. Edgar Goodfellow had vanished and in his place was Edgar the Dreamer who only had to tell of,
Beyond a living, what does a man of brain want with money anyhow? Muddie, did it ever strike you that all that is really valuable to a man of talent especially to a poet is absolutely unpurchasable?
"What is it?" "Only that it is too beautiful!" she managed to say. "And to think that Muddie and Catalina are not here to share it with us!" "Just as soon as I can scrape together enough money to pay for Muddie's board and travelling expenses we will have them with us," he assured her.
He caught "Muddie" in his arms where she stood with her hands deep in a tray of dough, and kissed her, then stooped over Virginia and kissed her, and dropped into her lap a crisp ten dollar bank note. She gave a little scream of delight. "Where did you get it?" she cried? "From Willis.
The Riuer was of great depth, and of a strong current: the water was alwaies muddie: there came downe the Riuer continually many trees and timber, which the force of the water and streame brought downe. There was great store of fish in it of sundrie sorts, and the most of it differing from the freshwater fish of Spaine, as hereafter shall be shewed. Chap.
Then one day there arrived at the school a West Indian of the name of Muddie, dark of hue, with curly hair, as strong and slim as a savage, and with all the finesse and feints which he had at his command, irresistible, whether wrestling or when fighting with his fists. He beat all the strongest boys in the school. Only Ludvig and he had not challenged each other.
This was no mere nod of recognition from the literary world, but a cordial hand-clasp, drawing him safely within that magic, but hitherto frowning portal. He felt as if he were walking on air as he hurried home to tell "Muddie" and "Sissy" of his and their good fortune. And how proud "Muddie" was of her boy!
You've been in a beautiful trance for weeks and Muddie and I have been almost afraid to breathe for fear of waking you up too soon." As soon as supper was over he brought out one of the familiar narrow rolls of manuscript and smilingly drew it out for them to see its length giving Virginia one end to hold while he held the other.
Mother Clemm noiselessly passing near him to snuff a candle on the table upon which his elbow, propping his head, rested, paused for a moment and laid a caressing hand upon his hair. He impulsively drew her down to a seat beside him. "Oh, Muddie, Muddie, look at her look at her!" he whispered. "There is no one anywhere so beautiful as my little wife!
The beautiful girl was in his arms in an instant and while "Muddie," in her seat by the window, lifted her deep eyes from the work in her ever-busy hands and let them rest with a smile of indulgent bliss upon her "children," they glided round and round the room to the time of the fascinating new dance.
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