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Summary<\/strong>: <\/span>It’s a scandal, that much is certain, and Adam becomes aware of it only when it’s much too late to do anything about it. But that doesn’t mean he can’t get agitated. Even though, taking everything<\/em> in account….<\/p>\n

Camp in the Pines story, 2,300 words, rated K<\/p>\n

My Story Index and reading order for the Art-Universe<\/a><\/p>\n

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For Patina<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Fortuna\u2019s Children and Other Lucky Creatures<\/strong><\/h2>\n

\u201cProduction of Romeo and Juliet<\/em> Burlesque at Bijou Theatre<\/em> Closed Down for Salacious Immorality.\u201d Adam\u2019s right index stabbed accusingly at the Boston Globe<\/em> he almost crunched in his left hand. \u201cSalacious Immorality<\/em>,\u201d he repeated, as if Juliet hadn\u2019t heard it the first time. Or the second, or that last, which itself might have been the 26th<\/sup> time he\u2019d read the headline out loud.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll poke a hole in the paper if you don\u2019t stop jabbing at it,\u201d she said mildly. \u201cAnd then you won\u2019t be able to read the article a seventh time.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked up, blinked, then pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. \u201cDo not,\u201d he said in an accent so clipped it would do honour to the queen herself, \u201cmake fun of me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Juliet held her hands up. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t dream of it.\u201d Seven years of strict education by Britain\u2019s most aggressively self-controlled governess now payed out: her face betrayed no emotion, her lips curled not the slightest bit. For once, Juliet appreciated Miss Westlake\u2019s lessons.<\/p>\n

Of course, she knew Adam would not be fooled anyway, but it allowed him to pretend he didn\u2019t see how she could keep herself in check just so.<\/p>\n

He shot her a glare, then the left corner of his mouth twitched\u2014which he hastily tried to conceal by shaking his head. \u201cPerhaps it isn\u2019t him after all. Perhaps Sam sent the newspaper just because he thought it was a good joke. He would do something like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSam lives in Hartford, that\u2019s more than a hundred miles from Boston. I don\u2019t think he reads the Globe<\/em> regularly. He must have been in Boston to get it; and somehow I don\u2019t think he was there serendipitously. He certainly was\u2026summoned.\u201d Juliet smiled, let it sink in for a moment, then continued, \u201cThe Globe<\/em> is no quip. He sent it so we would know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I can\u2019t see why you are so serene about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, I\u2019m outraged.\u201d She clicked her tongue as she saw his eyebrow shoot up. \u201cI am<\/em>. Of course I am. But this newspaper is three weeks old, and we haven\u2019t heard anything from him\u2014or Sam, for that matter\u2014so I assume everything has been settled already.\u201d She reached for Adam\u2019s right hand, pulled it from the newspaper and softly squeezed it. \u201cIt might not be as bad as you assume.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot as bad as I\u2014\u201d Adam wrenched his hand back. \u201cYou appear remarkably calm, Mylady,\u201d he said, then held the newspaper a little farther away, so as to adjust his eyes to the small print. \u201cMay I remind you? What was announced as the most enticing premiere of the season ended prematurely with tumultuous scenes in the auditorium, and the producer of the play, Abel Stoddard, had to be escorted out of the establishment by police officers to guard him from the enraged audience\u2019s wrath. Hours later, Stoddard was found inebriated\u2014<\/em>inebriated\u2014at The Swan where he bemoaned the \u2018fortune lost at the theatre today.\u2019<\/em> A fortune.\u201d He looked up and glared at her. \u201cA fortune<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA fortune, yes. That\u2019s still no reason to yell at me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t yelling.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was not<\/em>.\u201d Clipped, again. He cocked an eyebrow, took a deep breath, and roared, \u201cA fortune!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a brief pause, in which Adam breathed heavily and Juliet thought she heard echoes of \u2018fortune\u2019 reverberating from the walls, before Adam presented her a lopsided smile and said in a much lower voice, \u201cSee: that<\/em> was yelling. Before, that was only a little agitation. A little.\u201d He grimaced, pinched the bridge of his nose, then let his head collapse into his palm, and ran his hand over his face. Eventually he looked up at her again. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gracing him with a small nod, she said grandly, \u201cYour apology shall be accepted,\u201d then her tight upper lip softened into a warm smile. \u201cYou\u2019re angry and concerned; and I do understand that. But there\u2019s nothing you can do right now\u2014which, on second thought, might be the actual problem. Don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrugged it off, an irritated glare finding its way from his face to hers, before he seemed to warm up to\u2026well, not the idea itself, perhaps, but for its solution. He snorted. \u201cI\u2019m half a mind to take the next train to Boston and tell Mr. Abel Stoddard<\/em> what exactly I think of that immature, insolent, thoughtless, inconsiderate stunt he\u2019d pulled.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you won\u2019t. You will not embarrass him by come running to pull at his ear. Henry\u2019s young but he\u2019s also a grown man.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA grown man who\u2019s just squandered this year\u2019s share of his college funds for an ill-fated, completely senseless, irresponsible undertaking, in which he had no reason at all to get involved. I entrusted him with that money, to use it only on his studies. And he poured it all into\u2026I don\u2019t know\u2026\u201d He kneaded his brow again. \u201cSome adventure<\/em> he might even have thought to be a good stroke of business.\u201d He groaned. \u201cOh, Lord, he\u2019s like Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Juliet bit her lips, hard. But it was not enough; the grin fought its way into her face nonetheless. \u201cI\u2019ll make sure to tell Joe you\u2019ve said that. He\u2019ll be delighted to know he\u2019s finally succeeded in corrupting his nephew. He\u2019d tried so hard all those years.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t see what\u2019s so amusing about that, Mylady.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s so amusing about it is that you don\u2019t see that Henry is not like Joe. Not completely. He\u2019s like Hoss, too, and just as much like you. And your father. He\u2019s just a true Cartwright.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d Now Adam grinned too. \u201cApparently he\u2019s a Stoddard<\/em>.\u201d He shook his head. \u201cI really feel obliged to question your son\u2019s sanity. Why on earth did he choose that<\/em> name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I don\u2019t know. Perhaps he did it because he is your<\/em> son, too, and not quite so irresponsible and unthinking as you fear right now. Apparently he anticipated possible\u2026difficulties and tried to protect his good name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy choosing that of his great grandfather?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. So it wouldn\u2019t be too far from the truth in the event that everything turned out a great success.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam grumbled something of which only the words \u201cidiotic\u201d, \u201chell\u201d, and \u201cfreeze over\u201d were intelligible, and Juliet was wise enough neither to ask for clarification nor to berate him for swearing.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe could have easily gone with Earl of Barnstoke<\/em>\u2014perhaps that would even have kept him out of the press. Or at least have had it put down to aristocratic eccentricity.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe reporters would have leapt at it like carrion crows and found delight in picking him apart.\u201d Juliet snorted. \u201cHowsoever, Earl of Barnstoke<\/em> wouldn\u2019t have been a pseudonym, would it? Well, he wouldn\u2019t have dared anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

And had<\/em> Henry dared to use his title, she\u2019d already have sent Adam to Boston to give their son the tongue lashing of his life. Or, better, she<\/em> would be on her way herself. But Henry was a smart young man\u2014just as smart as his father, with a side dish of his younger uncle\u2019s cunning\u2014and he knew better than to risk his mother\u2019s wrath. Or to taint the Barnstoke-honour.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd anyway,\u201d she went on, \u201cthis whole affair sounds like something your grandfather would have appreciated\u2014\u201d She warded Adam\u2019s objection off with a gesture of her hands. \u201c\u2026or at least like something about which he would have laughed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam couldn\u2019t suppress a smile. \u201cYes, he always was surprisingly understanding of a green young man\u2019s escapades. Still, I don\u2019t think he would have approved of this particular caper.\u201d He frowned. \u201cBut I would never have used Pa\u2019s and his hard-earned money for a half-brained hazard such as this anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, indeed? You wouldn\u2019t? To me this sounds exactly like something you would do. More probable even than Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou must be joking. I never\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, come on, Adam. Henry didn\u2019t risk that money to make profit. You\u2019ve read the article half a dozen times, there\u2019s no way you missed that<\/em> point.\u201d She picked the newspaper from where Adam had let it slip to the desk sometime during their conversation. \u201cLet me see\u2026here, fourth paragraph: The small ensemble <\/em>The King\u2019s Players from Brighton, England, had lost all their possessions in the fire at the <\/em>Park Theatre earlier this year, couldn\u2019t secure a new engagement and subsequently became homeless. The young principal\u2019s new born twins\u2026<\/em>\u201d She looked up. \u201cDo you really need to know more?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam shook his head. \u201cI wonder how he met them,\u201d he mumbled after a brief pause.<\/p>\n

\u201cA chance encounter, I\u2019m certain. Just the thing that would happen to a Cartwright.\u201d She smiled at his unbelieving face. \u201cCartwrights do have a knack for attracting people in need. And then they do what Cartwrights do: they help them get back up in the saddle, encourage and support them to help themselves. They give money to a farmer who is in danger of losing everything to an obnoxious old businessman, help a drinker sell his pictures, an ex-convict regain his footing in society, build a well for a family that is threatened by a drought, lend money to a young couple in need\u2026. Does any of that sound familiar to you, Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI see no burlesque plays included in that list, and certainly no immorality<\/em>.\u201d He tried to keep a straight face but failed superbly.<\/p>\n

She laughed. \u201cIf he could have, Henry would have offered them a piece of the Ponderosa, Adam. He can\u2019t help it, it\u2019s in his blood. It\u2019s a heritage just like the dark curls and the dimples. And we wouldn\u2019t want him to be any other way, would we?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was the slightest shake of Adam\u2019s head, a resigned smile, and a low chuckle. \u201cHow do you do that, Mylady? Always\u2026always say the things I need to hear?\u201d His voice was dark, husky; he reached for her hand, pulled her into his arms, held her close, so close.<\/p>\n

And she buried her head in his chest, listened to the familiar steady heartbeat, felt herself melt into him\u2014<\/p>\n

And then the front door slammed open and into the wall in the unique way that comes from too much strength exerted on a door built to be handled by people not of Hoss Cartwright\u2019s built. They leapt apart like pupils caught red-handed behind the school house, and Juliet felt a blush rising up from her collarbones to her cheeks.<\/p>\n

\u201cPapa, Papa, look what we\u2019ve found!\u201d Florence\u2019s voice\u2014that still sounded much more like that of the little girl she used to be than that of an almost fourteen-year-old\u2014was audible even before she and her favourite uncle made it from the hall to the parlour.<\/p>\n

Juliet smoothed down her wrinkle-free skirt, Adam adjusted his straight-as-a-soldier-at-attendance waistcoat. Smouldering gazes were exchanged, tiny smiles, subtle lifts of eyebrows\u2014unspoken promises. Then they turned to greet the newcomers.<\/p>\n

Hoss looked as apologetic as Florence looked enthralled. The reason of their conflicting expressions was cradled in the young girl\u2019s arms: a shaggy brown fur ball with two of the most piteous huge wet puppy eyes Juliet had ever seen in her life.<\/p>\n

Florence shifted her arms a little so as to give her parents a better look at the poor animal\u2019s bandaged front leg. Turning her very own set of doe eyes on her father, she rattled without taking breath once, \u201cHe belongs to no one, and some boys threw stones at him, and Uncle Hoss doctored him, and may I keep him, Papa? Please?\u201d<\/p>\n

Juliet sighed. She knew what would come next.<\/p>\n

At least Adam tried to pretend he thought about it, that much she gave him. Albeit only for a brief moment, then he smiled. \u201cYes, you may\u2014\u201d He broke off, sobering, glanced at Juliet, and said, \u201cSupposing that your mother has no objections, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n

Instantly, Florence\u2019s gaze flew to Juliet, as did Hoss\u2019s and Adam\u2019s\u2014and even the dog\u2019s. They all were watching her intently, with an expression so beseechingly hopeful it was almost comical. Well, no, the expression was<\/em> definitely comical\u2014and absolutely irresistible.<\/p>\n

She sighed again. \u201cWho am I to deny you that?\u201d she finally said. \u201cOf course, we keep him.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was rewarded with a delighted squeal quite improper for a young lady from her daughter, a grin from Hoss, and a look<\/em> from Adam. Hoss announced he and Florence would now treat the dog to a desperately needed bath, outside in the horse trough, and then had to run after Florence, who\u2019d turned and headed out even before Hoss concluded the sentence.<\/p>\n

When they heard the front door snap shut, Adam pulled Juliet close again and grinned, \u201cThanks, Mylady.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked very much like his youngest brother then, so very pleased with himself; and Juliet had to laugh\u2014not only because of that. \u201cCartwrights,\u201d she said. \u201cYou\u2019re all the same. And over the past twenty years it seems to have rubbed off on me. There\u2019s no escaping the curse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I guess not.\u201d Adam cupped her face, studied her for a long time and then pressed a gentle kiss on her brow, cradled her head against his chest as before they\u2019d been interrupted, burying his face in her hair.<\/p>\n

She heard him inhale deeply, in that old familiar way, and as he spoke, she recognised the smile in his words without having to see it. \u201cHmm, I don\u2019t know\u2026Perhaps I\u2019ll go to town tomorrow and arrange a bank transfer. Do you think Henry would appreciate an unexpected increase in his college funds for the coming semester?\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed quietly into his chest and felt him trembling with suppressed mirth under her cheek. \u201cYou are very proud of him, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s a Cartwright through and through\u2014with a dash of that endearing Barnstoke eccentricity, and a lot of pure and honest Henry<\/em>. I am<\/em> proud of him, very much.\u201d She felt him chuckle. \u201cAbel Stoddard<\/em>, indeed. Yah, and he\u2019d be proud, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The most important thing for a young man is to establish a credit… a reputation, character. ~ John D. Rockefeller<\/em><\/p>\n

Compassion is the basis of all morality. ~ Arthur Schopemhauer<\/em><\/p>\n

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With my heartfelt thanks to Sklamb for the beta.<\/p>\n

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A\/N: This story is to be taken with a huge grain of salt. It was was written for the Camp in the Pines Challenge, for which I had to incorporate a plot element composed from words randomly selected from a list. That sentence happened to be “Abel Stoddard lost a fortune at the theatre today.” I had already decided to write a story in which Henry would take an important part, and it was part of the challenge to stick to any original plans (as far as humanly possible) – so this is the outcome.<\/p>\n

BTW, even though I did some research (theatres in Boston at the time, newspapers, where Sam (aka Mark Twain, Henry’s godfather) lived at the time and such, there are still untruths: there never was a fire at the Park Theatre<\/em> in 1883, and there never was a burlesque of Romeo and Juliet<\/em> cancelled for “salacious Immorality” at the Bijou.<\/em> And yes, I’m completely aware of how far fetched the whole story is, and how many logic-holes there are in it. Please, bear with me here.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.\u00a0 The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.\u00a0 No copyright infringement is intended.<\/em><\/p>\n

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It’s a scandal, that much is certain, and Adam becomes aware of it only when it’s much too late to do anything about it. But that doesn’t mean he can’t get agitated. Even though, taking everything in account….<\/p>\n

Camp in the Pines story, <\/p>\n

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