Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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86 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. warmth; an infinity of air, water and sky, a continual under- tone of music, deep and yague. The low, sandy beach and the wide-rolling ocean. This was all the scenery which Tangee required for the making up of all the parts which her imagination played. ‘The charm of woods and fields was al- most unknown to her; a child of the winds and waves, the ocean, during that fierce baptism during her infancy, seemed to have adopted her. Yet she would have had a love for flowers, if she had had much knowledge of them. She had planted a morning-glory at the stern of the Jolly Jack, and by the first of July it waved its long green banners and beautiful i purple blossoms from the very mast-head, so as utterly to ob- scure the tattered remnant of the old flag, and to cast dis- honor on the “ gel-lorious Fourth,” as Joe said, “as the Jolly “Jack had never afore faced without the stars and stripes a- streaming welcome as it rose.” One day in August Tangee set the table for supper long be- fore sunset, and then, tying on her broad-brimmed hat,she + went down to the little cove where her boat was moored—a tiny affair, which she rowed about whenever it pleased her. The day was none too sultry and none too bright for her ; tak- ing off her shoes and stockings, she hid them under an inverted bucket, in which she sometimes kept her minnows, and waded out into the little bay to cool her little brown feet. Then she climbed into her skiff and pulled out into the wide ocean. She wanted to see the sun set in the water. For a long time she rowed steadily out, until she was far awsy from~shore, and the sun was skimming the horizon’s rim in the west over the Inlet. Then she dropped the oars, flang her hat in the bottom of the boat, dipped her hands and face in the sea, watched the golden crests of the waves change to roses, then stretched herself out with her face turned toward the sky, and Jet the boat follow the current. She knew that the tide was setting in, and that she should be drifted toward the shore, and she loved to be thus — every day more sad. Olla had not come; probably he did not mean to keep his promise; he had forgotten comichookereeen =_———. “ ~ 4 ’