Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 86 of 96
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a, yg _ 90 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. He formed the plan of sending her to America, to be placed in the care of a lady in Philadelphia, a distant relative, who would have her instructed by masters, and her mind opened to the true influences of the Gospel. To this lady he wrote, cofessing his mapriage, and intrusting his wife to her care. His intention was to go after her, at the end of two years, and then openly avow his marriage. Poor Annee was heart- broken at the idea of going away from him; but, with the submissive nature of her race, consented to it, and was some- what comforted by his promise to follow her as soon as she had learned to read the English Bible, to believe it, and to write readable letters to him. In the fondness of her iguerance she resolyed that it should not be long until she could do that— love would help her! and with many tears, she sailed for cold and dreary America, with only her child for a comfort to her poor, tired heart. Low black and inhospitable the shores of that new world lad proven! Alas! her only welcome was a grave! Mr. Gifford, receiving word from his lady rejative of the non-arrival of the ship, and that a vessel had _ been wrecked at Barnegat, and every soul gone down, still continued to hope, for a long time, that tidings might be |. As years passed on he knew that Annee was ‘ost, and thereafter said nothing of his secret marriage. Remorse for } sent her away often rendered him unhappy, although he done it with the best intentions. The Philadelphia lady had instituted careful inquiries, and had been assured that the wreck left not a trace behind, and that no human being was saved from the ship. Mr. Gifford did not need. to wait for a visit to Barnegat, to behold with his own eyes the trunk and its conients ; Oliver's description was sufficient. oe now, father, are you glad to have found this daugh- ter bP . “ Yes, boy, I am glad. My heart yearns for her with a real joy. Go! find her and bring her to me. I can not sleep _ until I have claimed her, and heard her call me father !” Oliver departed on his welcome errand. He was sent to Tangee’s door, Who Came forth at his summons, trembling and looking frightened. © Sentecicok -ap.spale,. sitar. “Father feelsvas if. he had comicbooksrcom - ee 3 a —_. ade = — > > —_—