Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 87: what you’re looking at

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HOME AND FRIENDS. 91 discovered a gold mine, or some better thing. He admired - you from the first glance, and is quite ‘set up’ to find that so much beauty belongs to him. He is waiting in a fever of impatience.” Tangee sank to sleep that night a happy child, conscious of home, friends, protection. 'Two shadows lay on the clear mirror of-her sou]. The fear that no attention on her part could help Hardy Joe from a feeling of loss and loneliness; and a wonder as to the indifference of Arthur Wade. “Tt seems good to be in a civilized land once more,” remarked Mr. Gifford, to his friend Wetmore, when he had been three or four days his visitor. ‘“ There is no domestic life like ours. I must buy a house and furnish it, and prepare to go housekeeping with my daughter. Just think, how fortunate for me, when my boy is about to abandon me, that I have found that sweet girl to care for me !” “ Look out, friend, or you will lose her, too; you can’t ex- pect to keep a woman like that very long; some youth will be after her.” “ Whoever takes her must take me, too; or, rather, I will take them both. Do you know if there is a suitable house to be had, near your own, in the city. I would like the two fami- lies to be as near ntighbors as possible.” “You can find one, no doubt, as. property is constantly changing hands. Here comes Miss Tangee; we must ask her how she likes the idea of housekeeping.” 1. “ Oh, I shall like it better tham any thing else ; I under- ae it, too; for have I not kept the Jolly Jack? But, fa- ther, before any thing is said or done, let us all go down to Barnegat and visit my other dear father. ““ We will charter a schooner, and all go together,” cried Oliver. There never was such a marty crew in the Jolly Jack be- fore as gathered there when the grand company swooped down upon the old “cap’n” and took possession of him and his. Tangee cried as she clung about the wrinkled neck of the dear old fellow ; but he bid her tears “ avast !” “ Belay them crocodiles, Tangee! ye know yer as sot up as the git eagle to the topo’ our mast, out thar. Don't mind Hardy Joe. There’s as good fish in the sea as ever was COMMIGDOOKS: com