Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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10 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. the consignment of his East India agents, whose advices, oy overland mail had informed him that it was one of the richest freights the vessel ever had borne. There was, of course, an insurance upon both yessel and cargo; but that never would more than half feags : for - their loss, while the profits on the “ rising a septa el, oh ya rich, parr if lost, leave him in an embarrassed position. No wonder it was impossible for the merchant to calm him- self. He had scarcely tasted of the elaborate dinner which had awaited him on his coming home; and now there was no topic in the evening papers of sufficient interest to hold his attention. His young daughter, a girl of fourteen, came in to kiss him . corner and Saeeens her arms about his neck, _ Said, > __sTlow the wind blows, father dear. Tam almost afraid to go ; I wish I had my mother to-night,” and she burst into hes ah a mingled feeling of grief and desolation, produc- ed by the memory of her canes. ~ dead mother and the wild- negs of the hour. “There, my little Katie, don’t ery! It’s a terrible storm ; before you ge to your own warm bed. Pray for the SE covetjen shtcatead. oer for she is in peril, this night. If you like, you can ask | “your maid” to sit with you until you fall asleep.” “T will pray for others, father, and then, perhaps, I shall not think so much about myself,” was the girl’s sweet answer. Hardly had the slender figure, with ite scarlet merino dress and golden hair, vanished from the room, before the door-bell ee from the underwriters that the Flying Cloud was beached near Squall Inlet, down on the Jersey coast. She had gone on, jnst after sundown, and the wreckers had immediately given warning to the agent, who was already at the scene of the disaster. “Too bad! too bad! Her cargo will be worth very little, er Think of the poor seamen, and pray after the water gets to it. “What luck ! and at this time, too, — when I depended so n