Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 53: what you’re looking at

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-_ THE BOARDING-HOUSE, | Bi was left much to herself. There was but one alternative, to accept the offer of Senor Abrates, or leave the house. Never once did she think of returning to Havana, there to throw herself upon the protection of her family. “ Never,” she de- clared, when the thought presented itself, she would die first. But what was she to do? Where to go? Anywhere to get from the haunting presence that now troubled her, from the belief that she was being watched, haunted, and might at any time be discovered and forcibly returned. She examined her little store, it was very small, barely possible to procure her board in a private way for a few weeks. But there were her jewels, they could be pawned, she shuddered at the thought, should she ever come to that. Yes, it would be better than the miserable suspense in which she was living. Besides, she could depend much on the friendship of Captain Wyllies, he had told her to come to him if she were in trouble, and it was almost the fifteenth of the month, the time his vessel was due. It remained to be decided how she should leave the house. She determined on taking only a large valise, packing it with the most important of her clothing, and secreting her jewelry within. Then she engaged a coachman, and having given him directions, she took her departure on a day when neither Manvel nor his sister were expected to be at home till the evening. Directing to be driven to a street which she had ascertained was at the extreme end of the city, and near the shipping, where she was sure she could hear from the Eagle, she was accordingly set down before a small, neat house, whose very minute sign told that boarders were taken there. A very civil woman answered her knock, and she was ushered into a small parlor, well filled with old furniture, and smelling of the cooking, the odor of which came from the kitchen near by. Minerva gave her name as Angeline Smith, and after the first preliminaries, was ushered into a narrow, low ceiled ebamber, which she was to consider hers while she could pay for it. It was with a feeling of relief she heard that the land- lady knew Captain Wyllies well, he had staid there sometimes, and recommended his mates, as it was a gentecl boarding- house, she added, laying great stress upon the word that betrayed her self-respect. Here was a new phase of life, the Cuban heiress installed commicloooksaconn