Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 66: what you’re looking at

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70 THE WRECKER’S DAUGIUTER. “ Who?” “Mr, Wade, in course. He hinted around purty strong ; but I to? him it would be jest as you said "bout that. He complained o’ the folks to the ‘ Three Mariners * being rather dirty, which is a fact; he said he noticed low neat our little kitchen was.” | “ You must do just as you please abont it, father.” “Td like well ’nough to take him, cf its agreeable to the wimmen folks. He'd pay a songbyuios:; and the fact is, ?m owing fifty dollars yit on the pianer.” | “Qh, father, take him, then, by all means; but where can he sleep ?” “ In the hammock, or on the fioor, this warm weather, till Oliver comes. I told him we had no spare bed, but plenty o’ vittals. He said he’d sleep on the settee. You didn’t forgit — how to bake them nice fol-de-rols when you was to the semi- nary, didye, Tangee ?” “T guess I can recall my skill. Sally is excellent at chickens and fish,and I think I can keep up the a things.” “ He said he didn’t want no delikisays.” “Men always say that; but they generally enjoy them when they are provided. Did he say what he was ill with ? He looks well enough.” “He said thar was nothin’ partic’lar the matter with him, but want o’ exercise, and reading too much. He said his father was a lawyer, and he was studyin’ in his office.” Scarcely was the supper disposed of before Mr. Wade again presented himself at the Jolly Jack, to ascertain the decision with regard to boarding. He evidently was greatly pleased when informed that it was in the affirmative. He had wiih him a couple of the Jatest magtzines which he said he had read on the voyage hither and in his room the previous evening, and he now offered them to Miss Van Horn, who was glad to ‘accept them. Perhaps she had something to lend him in retarn? It was fearfully dull at the “Three Mariners ;” he Re ee pinipie ei Re oh ee leg : resumed be Sieas Sainillor with the few books which aoa her store. Still he lingered, chatting in an easy, _— COME OOKS.COnn P-- .. - :