Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 58: what you’re looking at

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—< 62 THE WRECKER'S DAUGUTER. Would you advise me to do it, Kate? You are a pure, true- hearted woman—you can judge of the case. Tell me what to do, for my man’s heart and art are powerless to fathom the true and right course to pursue !” His voice was sharp; his eager, pleading eyes almost be- trayed a hope that she would decide in favor of their own happiness, and against the claims of the humble wrecker’s daughter, who was, doubtless, that very hour, gazing out at each white-winged vessel, looking for her lover. Kate paused | a moment, her nervous fingers clasping each other tightly; her voice, though low, was quite firm, as she said : “Be true to your promise, Oliver. We ean afford to be less happy, when we are certain that we are trying to do right.” ; | “Dear Kate, how noble you are! You will break my heart, to sce what you are, and to know that I have lost you.” “ Give my love to your Tangee, Oliver, and bring her to sec me. I have no doubt I shall like her. And now, had you not better let me go in? I want you to be true to your future wife, in thought as well as in deed.” She arose, and they walked to the house together. Mr. Wetmore met them, a8 he came up the walk, and, detecting the agitation which they could not entirely conceal, concluded mated—that the pair were affianced. He said notliing, waiting for Oliver to approach him on the subject The next morning tle two rode to town together. Oliver was off on his trip to Jersey; but he said nothing about marrying Kate, leaving Mr. Wetmore half inclined to be indignant, as hé said good-by to him for a fortnight. That night he asked Kate if it was fishing, alone, which brought the young gentleman to Squall Inlet, and she told him “A pretty kettle of fish to be cooked up for his father’s visit,” cried the merchant, in a rage- fue | . : : r y So) a a ‘ te year bt : = Comichooks:com