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    Road to Avonlea - Felicity's Challenge
    Road to Avonlea - Felicity's Challenge
    Road to Avonlea - Felicity's Challenge
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    Road to Avonlea - Felicity's Challenge

    By Gail Hamilton

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    AS THE ANNUAL HARVEST BALL DRAWS NIGH, FELICITY King's competitive spirit cannot be contained. She determines to win not only the crown as Harvest queen, but a secret wager to transform Clemmie Ray into a princess at the Ball — a wager which, her cousin Sara warns, may cost her more than her prized tiara.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavenport Press
    Release dateMay 8, 2012
    ISBN9780981141893
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    Road to Avonlea - Felicity's Challenge - Gail Hamilton

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    ROAD TO AVONLEA

    Felicity’s Challenge

    By: Gail Hamilton

    Based on Sullivan Films Production written by Heather Conkie adapted from the novels of Lucy Maud Montgomery

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

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    PUBLISHED BY: Davenport Press

    Copyright © 2012 Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

    Image Copyright © 2012 Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

    Road to Avonlea is a trademark of Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except for reviewers who may quote brief passages.

    *****

    Chapter One

    Saturday afternoon was the busiest time of the week in Avonlea. Most of the people thereabouts took the opportunity to get dressed up, do their shopping and have a fine old visit with the friends and neighbors they met at every corner. So naturally, Saturday was the day any shrewd politician would pick to stir up support for himself. Election time was fast coming up on Prince Edward Island.

    Judson Parker was just such an enterprising fellow. He had tossed his hat into the political ring with a flourish and was determined to get his hands on the local seat. Consequently he was working Avonlea’s main street with so much energy and bluster that he could practically be heard through the walls of every house in the village.

    Judson was a ruddy, corpulent man with an overfed look, an overpowering laugh and eyes that shifted around too much to vouch for absolute probity of character. On top of this, he had dressed himself in a loud checked suit and an even louder striped cravat in order to make himself look desirable to the Avonlea citizens. To gain the seat, Judson would have to defeat the incumbent, one David Amsberry, who had been serving the area quite to its satisfaction for the last ten years. Anxious on this account, Judson saw every man, woman and child in Avonlea as the one who could make the difference between winning and losing the election.

    Judson worked in concert with his sidekick and constant companion, Herschel. Herschel was a born follower. Thin, owl-eyed and obsequious, Herschel trotted at Judson’s heels like a faithful pup, carrying Judson’s campaign pamphlets, reminding Judson of details too petty for the great man to remember himself and constantly agreeing with everything Judson said. Herschel was the perfect choice for an aide-de-camp. Compared to Herschel, even a fence post would look as though it had leadership potential.

    Judson had done his homework about Avonlea and had mapped out a campaign strategy. Ever on the watch for the right persons to impress, Judson dodged nimbly around a passing hay wagon to intercept none other than Mrs. Potts, president of the Women’s Improvement Society and the biggest gossip for miles around. Mrs. Potts considered herself someone to be reckoned with in Avonlea affairs, and beamed with pleasure that Judson had recognized her importance. Judson doffed his hat and, at the same time, indicated the busy scene around them with a sweep of his arm.

    Avonlea is very fortunate to be such a prosperous little community, Judson rumbled. The beauty of the village is a credit to its Improvement Society and is matched by the loveliness of Avonlea’s ladies themselves, Mrs. Potts.

    Judson was as happy to lay on the flattery as Mrs. Potts was to lap it up. Though far from picturesque, Mrs. Potts adorned her person with as many buttons, feathers and bows as she could manage, and she imagined herself one of the chief ornaments of the neighborhood. Her eyelashes fluttered quite ridiculously at Judson and Herschel.

    Well, gentlemen we ladies do our best to enhance the appearance of our village.

    And how much it’s appreciated by the Islanders. With a hand laid feelingly to his bosom, Judson favored Mrs. Potts with such a deferential bow that the lady would have giggled aloud had she thought she could get away with it.

    Seeing Mrs. Potts nicely softened up, Judson smiled, showing his large yellow teeth, and got straight to his real purpose.

    If you would do me the honor to give me your support in the election next week, I will make a firm promise to support any endeavors you may institute to beautify this town.

    And he’s a man of his word, Herschel added, bobbing up and down like a cork in a bucket of water.

    Mrs. Potts swelled visibly with gratification and patted at her hair. She was not known for her ability to see through windy promises and slick remarks.

    Oh, well, you can count on my support, Mr. Parker, and you can be sure I’ll pass on your remarks to the other members of the Avonlea Improvement Society, who I’m certain will follow suit.

    Judson’s smile widened. Oh, a charming pleasure, to be sure, Mrs. Potts. Give her some brochures, Herschel.

    Obediently, Herschel reached into his satchel and produced a handful of Parker campaign literature. Judson took the pamphlets and held them out to Mrs. Potts.

    Perhaps you will accept some of these brochures. You might care to distribute them to some of your select friends.

    Of course, Judson’s manner implied, a woman of Mrs. Potts’s refinement would have only select friends and certainly no ordinary ones. Hook, line and sinker, Mrs. Potts swallowed the bait.

    The pleasure is all mine, and I’ll be sure my husband reads it thoroughly as well. After all, Mrs. Potts cooed, he’s the one doing the voting.

    In Prince Edward Island, only the men could vote. Now and then in Charlottetown there were demonstrations by suffragettes, and then, even in Avonlea, there would be talk of giving women the vote. Men scoffed heartily at the idea, politicians blanched and few people believed such a fantastic notion would ever become a reality. However, no political campaigner ever underestimated the influence a strong-minded woman had over her husband.

    Mrs. Potts chuckled at her own humorous sally. Judson, hastily seconded by Herschel, joined in, though he did sound a little contrived about it. A man seeking political favor must learn to laugh at any kind of joke by any kind of joker, even a leading member of the Avonlea Improvement Society

    Clutching her brochures, Mrs. Potts moved off, leaving Judson to peer about for his next victim. The wide berth he had on the otherwise busy street might have discouraged him had he not noticed a knot of curious people gathering around a large poster reading Farmers! Vote for Judson Parker! In a wink, Judson had thrust himself, large as life, in front of his own portrait on the poster.

    Let me introduce myself, he boomed out in his speechifying voice. I am Judson Parker, your candidate for Member of the Legislative Assembly.

    The group transferred its attentions to Judson but didn’t exhibit much enthusiasm. In fact, as soon as Judson showed signs of breaking

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