Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 84 of 96
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88 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. “But Kate told me you were engaged to that pretty bru- nette.” “ Perhaps Kate was jealous,” laughed the young lover, eva- sively. Tangee’s week was prolonged to a fortnight, in expectation of the ship which should bring Mr. Gifford. Ten days after the receipt of the letter, the vessel arrived, with her passen ger. For once the treacherous sands of Barnegat let slip their Mr. Wetmore and Oliver, informed of Mr. Gifford’s arrival in the lower bay, ran down in a tug and brought him up to the city, and out to the country-house in the afternoon train. He was introduced to Kate, and to “ Miss Van Horn ;” he did not notice the deen agitation of the latter, or, if he did, attri- buted it to girlish shyness. After a royal dinner, when the first enthusiasm of the arriyal had a little subsided, Oliver was standing by his father’s side, on the porch, the young ladies at the other end, plucking floWers, and laughing lightly. " “Two beautiful girls !” said Gifford, senior, with an admir- ing glance. “ Which style do you prefer, father ?” “Each is perfect in its way; it would be hard to decide ; but, if I am to credit the hints thrown out, you have made your selection.” * mtg. father, Kate Wetmore will soon be your daughter, I “A beautiful girl, in every way prepossessing. You have made a sensible choice. When I Iftard of my friend’s daughter, I foresaw the result. But who is the other? Any relative ?” “T believe she is a relative of mine, father.” ¥ “A relative of yours? What, is she one of the Philadel- phia Giffords? She does not look like them. How came she here?” — “ Through @ series of accidents, father. Nearly seventeen years ago, a ship was lost off the Jersey coast, and went down before even her name was known. This girl, then a babe of about eighteen months, was the sole survivor. She was taken from her dead mother’s arms by a wrecker of the coast, who adopted her, and brought her up. By a singular coincidence, Eomichooks.com = a i eS 2 ne