Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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te A SALUTE. 41 being lighted, Oliver could see, to good adyantage, her bright smile and beautiful. face. , “Are you glad to have me.come, Tange?” She answered him, with a smile. ro a thought her perfect, before,” he said, turning to the old skipper, “and yet,she has improved, May 1 kiss. her, Joe ?” “J don’t. know’ as there’d.be..any harm in it, if *twa’n’t done too often,” laughed old Joe, “You ought, to salute when a gallant East Injyman comes into port, gal, and another when he ups with ps.mith hig anchor.ag'in 5 bk nome othe: betwixt ween, mind ye.” ‘Oliver kissed the smooth, brown.cheek, as dark as his ierwn, but as soft.as velvet.to his touch.) 4) | “T’'m going to call you sister, Tanere, after this,” he ‘said ; “I call, Katie, copsip,.and why.noti you-sister? 6. “ Haye you. had_any supper, Ola?” , 5) bank “ Not a bit, nor dinner either, except crackers and cheese ; but don’t you put yourself to trouble to-night.” “ Never you mind the trouble, Olla,, Tell father about the accident while see about,a cup of Wea icc ees Now Tangee had purchased a, a litle paper-covered. cook- hook, early in.the season, and. had,.studjed: that as well’ as poetry and history ; for the girl or woman who wishes to please. a pat at. to please his appetite is one ef the “ arts” ed, . more, effective than much. slonderly fe fod oe sentiment. She lrad-a.pot of pickled oysters, and a sponge-cake as light as sea-foamy in her larder, with biscuits 7 other small matters which made a tempting supper. . Lit- le bubblés of song rose from her lipsiand fleated in ripples alent yg alg i the. table..She could hear, pk pga hroken song, the two men, talking in Roy #. g's door. Presently the tea was steeped, and Oliver called.to his repast. _ ied < TW 2 Baier taboos “Is your cousin Katie beautiful 2” asked .she, as: she pour- ed the tea, looking up at him suddenly, with bright, dark cy omy sold mT paid? « dom ca obs aade 1 = very !” holding the lump. of sugar suspended over his the eagerness of his reply. “TI can not describe herto you anges She is not dark, like us. She.isas white as a conmiasesicec com oo