Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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14 ~ WE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. home, so it will only make the difference of a few days, per- haps even hours. I advise you to look upon the bright side, and be as cheerful as you can about it, every thing will come out right. There were several vessels ready to sail to-day, and be assured, he will take one of them. His anxiety will be almost equal to your own.” “Oh, but he knows where I am,” said Minerva, piteously. “ And for that reason, his mind will be so much the easier.” “While I am deplorably in the dark, with reference to his fate,” she added, the tears falling. “Tl trust Goreham,” said the captain, cheerily; “he’s a wonderfully keen young fellow, and not one of the sort to get into scrapes. Don’t you worry, we shall have a splendid run, always do, with a storm at the outset; and in a week, trust me, you will meet in the good city of Manhattan.” “ But—but—he has enemies,” sobbed the young girl bro- kenly. A dim suspicion of the truth, forced its way into the mind of Captain Wyllies. . This girl, though attired in thorough American costume, needed only the vail, the coquettish fan, the rich full silks and mantle of the Cubans, to transform her inté a Spanish woman. Hers were the wonderfu! eyes of that race, the rich, black, luxuriant hair, the clear, olive complexion, a shade lighter, perhaps, than the general line. The cousinship was, after all, a ruse, the two were flying perhaps from jealous rivals, this was the mystery. If so, there was certainly good cause for the girl’s alarm. Those Spanish haters strike quick and deep, and fly justice. His pity grew, as the sad consequences of the whole affair flashed across him. Perhaps, the poor cbild was married, if so, and if harm had befallen him, a sad pros- pect stretched before her. Helpless and delicate, she seemed entirely unfitted for sorrow, or for labor. These thoughts, of course were his own, and rapid as lightning. They did not show on the surface, in troubled glances. On the contrary, the captain consoled her so much the more, a8 his own hopes fell. He assured her that he could look out for her comfort, and interest himself in her future fortunes. Bandola, he would relinquish to her. “She is a good girl,” he said, “a protege of mine, and I’m going to educate her. She is not ignorant, conmicloooks.com