Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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56 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. » CHAPTER VI. — A PRETTY KETTLE OF FISH. THREE years and a half from the time when we aw Katie ‘Wetmore kissing her father good-night, on the when the Flying Cloud went down, we Will introduce bh again. She is not Katie now, but Rate, for the snare vlad has changed the budding girl into the blooming woman. She fs the mistress of Mr. Wetmore’s household, and has a “ignity even beyond her years, Eighteen is but a girlish age at which to assume the position of head of 4 wealthy and elegant establishment; but Miss Wetmore performed her duties with the gravity arate from ‘a warm desire to please her father ‘Tt was a warm July afternoon. ~The family were at their country place a little way back from the Hudson, and not far from a village and railroad station. Mr. Wetmore went to the city, two or three days of the’ to look after his business affairs ; he Was gone this day, and Kate was on the porch, watching for the train which usually brought him out in time for the six o’clock dinner. - The white rose on the trellis ‘was not fairer than she, as she paced slowly back and forth, the shadows of the vines play- ing over lier as she walked. A Tittle above the medium hight, elegant in form and movenient, with a and beautiful shoulders, her fleecy blue dress trailing about her with the grace wich all she wore seemed to catch from her, the very lights and shadows scemed to play about her as if they loved her. Her braided hair shone like a coronet of ~ gold, and her eyes were the color of the deep blue heaven into which she gazed, as, wearied with walking, she finally sat down on the upper step, with two or three roses in her hand, and fell into a musing mood which did not seem altogether a happy one. : . Presently she heard the whistle of the train, and 9 soft flush ———— US CF ~~