Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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20 THR WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. “TI believe I have been asleep the last two days,” he said, when, dinner over, and Katie on his lap, he sat in his pleas- ant library. “It is true, then, what they say when they call Jersey a foreign land. I seem to myself to haye been a thousand miles away! I have seen the queerest class of pco- ple, heard the oddest language, and witnessed an entirely novel manner of living. Katie, darling, how would you like to be a fish-wife? How would you like to make your living catching fish in summer. and wrecks in winter? Don’t look so horrified, little girl, There are people who have to do it, and they have their romances, too. I have a fiction in my mind’s eye now,” and Mr. Wetmore went on with a descrip- tion-of the quaint old Jolly Jack, and its quaint old owner, and the beautiful young girl that flourished in*that strange © spot, with all the romantic. suggestions of her brief his- _ Katie listened with great attention, but most eagerly to such parts of the story as referred to Oliver Gifford. Did he seem pleasant? Was he good-looking ? Did her father think she - would like him ? ‘As: he; was-a.very sick and \half-delirious boy her heares could not tell how interesting he might be in his normal state. Handsome he certainly was, with a face to attract re- gard, Then Katie wished that he could haye been brought. to their house to be taken care of; a pang of jealousy, quite unacknowledged by herself, made her uneasy at thought of the girl whom her father praised. Oliver Gifford was their ~ friend, and going to be their guest, and it seemed too bad that this strange young girl should nee the: opportunity of doing Mr. ase weht down ae on Saturday afternoon, and staid at the Jolly Jack until Monday morning. He found Oliver much better. He had full possession of his senses now, and, though weak, was able to give a clear account of his experience of the shipwreck. It was evident that the boy owed his life to a dauntless courage and self-possession. Tangee sat at the foot of the berth, half hidden by the cur- tain, while he told, in the faint tones of illness, his story of suffering and danger, and expressed his great cane to the man who had picked him up, and tothe kind tomily wh “com a comiche ee = Ee =