Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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Ss TEE EMERALD NECKLACE. . neyer seen before, but which shamed the white crimson and gold of his own pretty bark. It Jooked more like a “ curved shell of hollow pearl” than any thing else. Without looking behind her, the young girl took up a slender oar, elegantly fashioned and silvered over, with which she paddled out into the broad sunlight of the river. So swift were her motions that Pennon had difficulty in keeping her in sight, while he detached his boat from its moorings, took down a pair of oars, x and pushed out into the river. There was hardly wind enough to make the single sail of his boatavailable, so he left it furled and urged the oars to the bent of his power. He made tre- mendous strokes, but with an ease transcending his usual skill, and was soon so close to the fair fugitive that he shouted to her to wait for him: His shouts were unheeded—the pearly boat, with its white-robed occupant, flew along the sparkling river as we dream of the barks of Paradise sailing on the eternal streams. Pennon wondered that the rough men in the river craft, whom they met, did not turn and stare at the beautiful vision which flitted by them; but they hardly cast a glance at the girl, caring more to gaze stupidly at the crimson and gilding of his boat, and the sturdy speed with which he pulled the oars, Clematis had taken the direction of the island, upon which, not many weeks previous, she had lost her book and necklace. It looked lovelier than ever as they approached it this day. The leaves of the trees, some Of them just tinged with the first light frost, fluttered in the tremulous breeze like so many rest- less birds. The belt of sand upon the shore, lay in the rich atmosphere like a girdle of gold, dropped about the island to protect its beauty. Springing upon land the moment the keel of her shallop grazed the sand, Clematis turned for the first time, beckoned Pennon to follow her, and topk the path to the suiamer-house. He had an occasional glimpse of her fig- ure amidst the trees, as he hurried after her. When he reach- ed the pagoda, she was standing in the entrance. He now perceived that she had added a wreath of ‘orange-flowers and a vail to her attire. The long, full vail floated about her ethereal form, waved by the almost imperceptible wind. _“T am ready, Paul,” she said, speaking for the first time in all the six days she had been with him. a3 comiiclooks.com