Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 101: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SUPERSTITIOUS MISGIVINGS. 99 largest state-room you have ; for myself, the usual accommo- dations will be sufficient. I am an old voyager. When do you sail ?” “On Friday of this week,® was the reply. The man’s olive cheek paled a little. “Good Friday,” he muttered; “it would be the worst of luck to sail on that day. Is it imperative ?” he queried, in a little lower tone. “ Absolutely !” was the rejoinder. “ Her papers said Thurs- day, but I have been obliged to put off a day.” “ Anothér ill-omen,” muttered the seeming minister. « We Yankees regard such signs as of little moment,” said the captain, bluntly; “they belong to the times when witch- craft abounded, arid they hung a pretty girl for making faces. As far as luck goes, the Aspinwall has never made a poor ; her reputation is up as 4 first-class go-ahead vessel, and I'd stake a good deal on her for five years to come, if I were a betting man.” Still that ominous cloud rested on the Cuban's brow. . He had been nurtured in superstitions, that took a strong hold upon his imagination, and that could not now be rooted out. But time was passing, and the work must be done; every thing, as he had told Don Carlos, depended now upon dis- patch. He finally closed his business with the captain, stating that the young lady would be brought on board probably near evening; that he should prefer to have & clear gangway, that her condition might not be suspected; finally, that being young and beautiful, she ‘ht work upon the captain’s sym- pathy; but that positively as they would show (he here point- ed to some forged testimonials which he had presented for the *s inspection), the matter was as he stated it; all of which the captain readily believed, with the more faith, as he felt the hard gold under his hand. So, it was settled that on Friday, the Aspinwall would leave port with three passengers the Cuban, Senorita Minerva, and a maid for the latter comiliclbooks.com