Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 50 of 96
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54 THE WRECKER’S DAUGIITER. trembling of his nerves to which he was quite unaccus- tomed. “ Dear me,” said Oliver with a gay laugh, “I hope and pray that I shall never shipwreck Tangee’s happiness, sir. I am going to marry her, with your permission, some day ; we talk- ed about it this afterpoon.” “ Hallo! cried the fisherman, dropping his pipe, which broke into ruins at his feet, “that’s what’s up, is it? All right, my boy; I hope ye'll never have a tempest till ye cast anchor in heaven. A pretty cap'n and craft ye two ‘ll be, I vow. I’ve got to lose my little girl, have I, and sail the Jolly Jack all the rest of my days alone ?” “Not so, sir; we will never give you up, and it will be years yet before Tangee and I think of setting out on a voy- age. IfI was going to live always with Uncle Wetmore, Tan- gee might not be just the bride for me; but we're not so fashionable in Ceylon, and I’m sure my father will love her as much as Ido. <A year or two at some good school will make her all I require.” “Avast there!” cried his companion, with a suspicious movement of the back of his hand toward his eyes. He was not driving off Oliver, but gave this greeting to a tear which had foreed its way at the thought of losing the light of his cabin. “I like salt water, but not in that shape.” “ It will be so long before I claim her,” said Oliver, seizing his rough hand; and then, ashamed of his own emotion, he ran down to the beach, to walk awhile in the moonlight, while Hardy Joe “ turned in” with a mixed sense of misery“and de- light. - In two or three days from then Oliver had returned to Mr. Wetmore’s ; it having been first arranged that Tangee was to go away in September to a young ladies’ seminary, some thirty or forty miles from the Inlet. The trunk which Tangee claim- ed and held as her drowned mother’s contained a hundred pounds in British gold. This sum had never been touched, but kept for the emergencies of her grown-up years. It would suffice to keep her, with a little help from Joc, two years in school; and to this use it was put, with the consent of all con- cerned. : Will Williams, conscious of having reheecomicbooksheom