Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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TANGEE’S KNIGHT. 65 his oars and pulled away into the rippling wake of ‘purple and gold whieh the sunset left. She had never seen him before—knew not whence he came or whither he was going. He seemed to have come out of the setting sum and to have been withdrawn into itagain. It might be Sir Lancelot himself, for all she knew. Yet he wore no helmet and no feather; and his curls, instead of being “ coal-black,” were a rich brown, that was auburfi in the light. If he gaye knightly impression of manly beauty and gallantry, it must have been in his demeanor, for his attire, now that she recalled it, was a summer suit of white linen, and his handsome face had smiled at her beneath a broad- brimmed Panama. Blue eyes, dazzling with light and laugh- ter, a voice sweet and deep—that was all she could recollect ; and yet he had impressed her as being, altogether, the most perfect man she had ever seen. | ., Feeling like one who has scen a vision, sae arose and went home. That night she dreamed of helmets and “ gemmy bridles,” nights, pot: Plumes and murmuring waves... ™ Hardy dos had kept his promise about the piano, 's sleeping-room was now out in the “ attic” of the after-cabin—a further extension of that queer habitation—the sea-suggesting berth in the main room was torn from its place to make space for the wonderful instrument about which the ‘long shore dwellers, flocked for weeks, as they would have flocked to see any other “lion.” When Oliver came it was expected that he would hang up a hammoek for his nightly repose. In front of the piano was a very handsome rug, but the regt of the floor was still scoured and. sanded. , With the doors wide open to admit the breeze, Tangee was practicing, the next morning, when a shadow fell across the floor, simultaneously with a knock upon the door, Turning to see who came, she met the blue eyes of her knight. If she blushed slightly, he did the same, | | “LT was told that—-Mr. Van Horn had fishing-tackle to let, and boats. He lives here, does he not?” _ “I suppose he does, sir, though we hardly know him by that name. ' THe is always ‘ Hardy Joe’ or ‘Cap'n.’ Will you walk in till 1 speak to my father about it? He is in the back - yard, I believe, making ready now for a day's fishin seine eae com