Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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> 22 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. triumph. For presently the little shell was thrown high and dry on the sands with all her, precious cargo safe in it. One had been added | to the number of her occupants during that hour’s cruise. - ‘One perishing fellow-creature had been plucked from the hungry deep ; : yet, perhaps, too late. for him after all. He lay, like one dead, in the bottom of the boat. “Took aliv i Joe, springing to the shore as ca St ied “at drenched and half- frozen all the fetiat, aii n¢ ang of his exertions with the oar. “ Bear a to you lan nebo Take. this, chap to the fire, and find out whether or no he's a gone sucker. We picked him a up, floating like a log, With an oar in his two hands, but his sense was | washed out of him before we came across him.” = Tangee had Pees a See and flung ‘her_arms about his neck. “Now, you let a feller’s neck alone, gal; you's wuss. than a halter. T've been a pie enough with sea-water, to-night, to Jast me a week. Clear out, and open up theeabin of the Jolly pd fer this ’ere stranger. Git him a berth ready in less’n no time.’ The old man’s words were rough ‘but his. touch was gentle, as he put Tangee : away, and she ch ei him_too well to _ feel hurt by his rebuffs. They were the caresses of an old sea-dog. “Tll wait, father, till we know if he’s dead or alive.” The mate of the wrecked ship, cold and fatigued as he was, had remained on shore for the return of the wreckers; he pushed forward now for a look at the rescued person. “It’s the passenger I was telling you about. Poor Olla; Y’m afraid he’s done up. The boat must have gone to bottom, captain and all. But let us do what we can.” As they carried the slender, not very heavy body near to the fire, Tange caught s sight of a young face—that of a boy ory outh of « ghteen or twenty, with clear-cut, delicate features ; hair, as black as her own, clinging in wet cuils.te.a smooth, handsome forehead, ee “hands w hite and small as a lady's. A strange sensation of mingled pity and tenderness ran — her as she gazed. She had seen dead and drowned , ‘ comichooksscom