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TANGEE’S CHRISTMAS VISIT. BD dislike, went down to Massachusetts and shipped on a whaling- vessel for a long cruise. Tangee, full of the ambition to be- come the equal of Katie Wetmore, yet felt a heavy depres- sion of spirits at parting with the ocean, the beach, and, hardest of all, with her adopted father. She knew that it could not be otherwise but that he would be lonely without her; but Olla wished her to go to school, and that decided the matter, . She made a good pupil, being especially apt in acquiring music, her slender brown fingers seeming to hold the secrets of harmony; but she had terrible seasons of home-sickness, when it seemed to her that«she could not live unless she could fly back to the sea-side. For what did she pine most ? For Olla’s society ? No! she loved the sea and all its influences and associatiens with a deeper love even than that felt for Oliver! | Her yisit home at Christmas was a time of rejoicing in the illage in general, and in the Jolly Jack in particular. Yet she did not once see Oliver. He was engaged, during the brief vacation, with Mr. Wetmore’s festivities, and could not find time for a run down to Squall Inlet, in the rough winter weather. ey: Hardy Joe hired an old woman to keep house for him, and Tangee had nothing to do but look pretty, and divide her attentions between the beach and her father. “If I get a big haul o fish in the spring, we must have a pianer in the cabin of the Jolly Jack, so’s I can smoke my pipe to the sound o’ your purty playin’,” said Joe, before she returned to school. “ Lordy, I specs all the fishes will walk out on the dry land to hear you play, Tangee.” * comieoooks.cohn