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THE BOARDER. 71 agreeable way. Presently he asked if she would play some- thing for him. He went to the piano to turn the leaves for her, and she played, for some time, such pieces as he selected. _ Then, would she sing? : Tangee had just such a voice as one might expect from looking at! her—rich and full, with a dulcet softness that made it a happy medium for expressing sentiment and pas- sion. In one or two of the songs Mr. Wade joined ; his voice, replete with strength and melody, bore hers along, two golden streams flowing together in sunshine. Tangee enjoyed it very mucb. Oliver did not sing, did not understand music, or care much for it; but this stranger, she could see, knew more about it than herself. When she finally reflected that it must be late, and looked around at the cabin clock, it pointed to eleven: Hardy Joe, albeit fond of hear- ing “ sweet sounds,” whose meaning he could not analyze, and very proud of his daughter’s playing, was fast asleep on the settee. “I am disobeying orders,” said Mr. Wade, as he followed her glance ; “ I was condemned to my pillow regularly at ten. I have spent a delightful evening, Miss Van Horn, quite in contrast with yesterday’s. May I come to breakfast in the morning ?” | Tangee gave consent, and he said good-night. Mr. Wade, the next morning, as he sat at the little round table, in the cool fore-cabin, looking through the open door di- rectly at the glowing sapphire ocean, with Tangee passing ex- cellent coffee, and Hardy Joe helping him to fresh fish and new-laid eggs, inwardly reflected that it'was not bad to take, on being a lucky fellow. = | “ [have stumbled unexpectedly upon perfect felicity,” thought he. “ Was ever any thing so quaintly delightful? I wish my friends at Newport and Long Branch, who were so vexed because [ refused to join them, would take a peep at me now. I promised to return to Long Branch for a day or | two; but I don’t believe I shall be disposed to spare the time.” ; ’ It was not so very awkward to have a boarder in their ¢!..se quarters as Tangee feared it would be. He made hiniseif coniichooks.conn