Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 72 of 96
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76 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER.-— wearisome. Mr. Wade forgot all about his promise to run up to Long Branch. If any fair friends awaited him there, they waited in vain. His appetite, at first rather delicate, increased every day, until he could do full justice to the simple but ex- cellent bill-of-fare. .His white hands grew brown, and there came a fresh color to his face. There never was a gayer, or betier-tempered, or more easily-satisfied gentleman. Every- body liked him ; old Joe’s mouth was full of his praises. If Oliver Gifforé could have known how thoroughly Tangee was enjoying herself, he might not have been in such haste to per- form an unwilling duty in making his long-delayed visit. In all this time, Mr Wade heard but a casual mention of Oliver. Nothing to excite his curiosity or his jealousy, if, in- deed, he felt interest enough to be jealous. He had not the slightest idea that this beautifal flower of the Jersey sands, which he believed himself to be the first to discover and ap- preciate, already was appropriated. What his own thoughts or expectations were, perhaps he himself could not have told. He had abandoned himself to the delights of the hour, with- out reflecting upon the future. He was proud, and his family were proud ; he admired this innocent and most beautiful girl exceedingly, but he had no intention of asking ber to beeome his wife. It would bea most ridiculous thing, truly, for Ar- thur Wade, junior, to transfer this exquisite sea-flower into the fashionable atmosphere of upper New York. .Three weeks he had boarded at the Jolly Jack, when, com- ing back from a fishing excursion with Hardy Joe, he dis- covered another passenger in the cabin; a young gentleman as good-looking, a8 well-bred as himself, and evidently quite as much athome! — There sat Tangee by his side, dressed in her prettiest, all in a glow of brilliant excitement. When he came in she blushed deeply, and with much gravity introduced Mr. Gifford to him. If a thunderbolt had shaken his nerves, Mr. Wade could not haye been more disconcerted. Fea ; eRe Copmiclooolks.conn