Reproduction of the original: Cupid of Campion by Francis J. Finn
On a morning early in September, the sun was shining brightly upon the village of McGregor. Nestled in a coul e between two hills, one rising squarely and rock-ribbed, lacking only the illusion of windows to give it the appearance of a ruined castle, the other to the northwest,...
Reproduction of the original: Cupid of Campion by Francis J. Finn