Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 49: what you’re looking at

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’ JOE'S FEARS. 53 said Joe, after hemming and hawing himself hoarse. “In course you know, Mr. Gifford, that that little gal, as is. jist saying her in her crib, hain’t no mother—anor no fa- ther to on—for though Ive had the privilege o’ bringiw her up by hand, as you might 8aY> I know I’m no great shakes of a parent to the likes o’ her.” “]’m sure you've done_all for her that your means permit- ted, and. that she loves.you.as if you were really her father,” observed Oliver, seeing that Joe paused and knocked tlie ashes out of his pipe against to very, breast of the figure-head of Jolly Jack. ms OFA HOF 2 ~~ . ae 8 eet tac, that un as you was wracked hm, begam Joe, shifling his! “ we, siveup for lost. more’n once, ourselyes,; = tom {make no "count. o*, ene -teble, when we got you safe “ It was, bravely, fy dong ‘remarked the young man.» “ Yes, we wrackers don’t, get overly paid, considerin’; I don’t. ’spose a single chist,o’ that tea was smuggled by any of us, though I fave s’pected old Sally Brown might.a got one, - for she’s had a good many tea-drinkin’s lately ; but that ain’t to the p’int, arter all. As 1 was sayin’, my litle gal hain’t got no mother, and I ain’t ekel to. being mother to her, and L hope I shan’t have no reason to repent o’ landin’ the fish I = the night o’ the wrack.” “ What's on your mind, Joe?” asked Oliver, diet mmempoet- ing what was in.tow, but not.certain of i, “Wal, thar, that’s jest it, and Lm, glad: yer asked, me,” pul ing away under the nose of the admiral, which, being goue, could no longer envy him the privilege. “ Tangee is quite a aya as I was sayin’; she’s got. lively funey,, that child and whem she gets all. the purty white sails spread, and tee alae inthe ocean 0’ love, L hope no storms won't Ht Mr. Gifford, bein’ different from the youngsters ‘round she might tackle her fancies onto yer; she ,ain’t no for a rich man, and if you think the same yould. best Rp Ir A be too soft. on her, or it might evd.in a skip- wrecked heart, ye see!” It was all out now, and Hardy Joe sat, stolidty staring at the ocean glimmering in the moonlight, but with a treat mic boa coc com eres her craft. Ef you should be around here: _-