Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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88 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. last winter, when I was used up by that shipwreck, and I was just on my way to fish awhile with ber father.” “ And now you’ve-paid me back for nursing you, by snatch- ing me from the fishes,” murmured. Tangee, opening her eyes. “The blow stunned me so that I could not swim. I was sick for a moment, but it’s all over pow. I s’pose daddy wiil scold at the loss of the boat.” “PI get you eeties. ane,” said Oliver, “ he must not blame you.” “Til be minding the oars, next time, instead of staring up at the stars,” she said, laughing, and wringing the water out of her hair. — “Tam on my way for a fortnight trip in the Jelly Jack, Tangee.” _ “Oh, are yout Yon should. not-haye put it off so-Jong.” _ No one would have guessed, from her careless tone, that she had been crying herself ill, not fifteen minutes ago, over the fact of his staying away. Tangee was young and ignorant, but she had a woman's instinct which teaches her to hide her oem. “Phered’a been .a tall Jot o! mournin’ "long shore, if we pe A ee sid aaoier ne of the fishermen who now came forward, having been sod. asleep on the. desk when the accident He was ‘a tall. young. fellow, brown and athletic, as Oliver saw by the lantern’s gleam, roughly-dressed and unpolished in speech; but the bean-ideal of many a Jersey. fisherman’s daughter, whose eyes followed his casy, swinging gait and nut-brown curls with daily admiration “TDshould bave gone to live with those. sea-women about whom I haye read, I suppose, Will,” was_her careless reply. kings,” said Oliyer, i i and dripping over ber shoulders; “did you find the poem I marked for you in one of the books?— wud ‘ oa “Fairy Kandore a 2120. ov ri ~-s" s* Priusoofthesesy rs : : ‘sl si ‘ = Connie rooks.conn