Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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THE BLONDE BEAUTY. 83 a * fasting which follows after a feast. Hitherto she had been company for herself; her out-door excitement and the vivid fancies of her own mind had been society enough. Now she felt the craying of a a new want, and it was doubtful if she ever would be so happy again. Then came a vague unrest to stir and distress her to her eoul. Olla was something beyond her ; he had qualities and graces which she had not. That merchant’s daughter, doubt- less she, also, was far superior to herself. She gpened the books which Oliver duly sent her, along with a rich freight of other pretty things, and looked into them with a keen interest to find what it was which she lacked, and which these people had. Well, the books were very good company, too, in the long winter evenings, and she sometimes read chapters to daddy Joe, which wauld make him take his pipe out of his niouth and stare with all his eyes. : “That may be so, and then ag’in it mayn’t; but [I'd rather have my fishin’-tackle and my pipe, nor all of it,” he would ejaculate; and then the smoke would ascend again, and wind the cabin about with blue wreaths, and, after awhile, Joe would fall asleep on his settee,and Tangee would stop reading to think of Oliver. : CHAPTER IV. TWO GIRLS. Kate, Kitty, Katie! Where, on the face of the wide earth, was there ever any thing so bewitchingly lovely as Katie Wetmore ? This was the question which Oliver asked himself twenty times a day during his stay in her father’s house. She was, indeed, a very pretty girl, with fair complexion and golden hair—a blonde beauty, such as the P Na East Indian never before had seen. It had, for him, te charm of novelty, apart from its own intrinsic claims to admiration. He was never comJcbdooks.com