Beadle's Dime Novels No. 208: The Ocean Outlaw — page 81: what you’re looking at

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THE OCEAN OUTLAW. “88 faults; he has been kind and good to me. Poor man, howfhe must feel to be dying an alone; but, thank God, he did not die by his own hand.” © Truly, we shoull thank God for that,” said the old seaman solemnly ; ‘‘ but let us go now, I havea craft here, and we will go right aboard, if you will.”’ “I will be with you ina moment. Annette.” (The girl appeared in answer to the summons.) ‘* Tell my brother, when he comes in, that I have gone out, and shall not be back till quite late; but he need not be anxious, for Mr. Morton will be with me.” The girl bowed and withdrew, wondering where her mistress could be going at that time of night with an old Sailor; but she kept her thoughts to herself, and took a Station at the window where he _— observe the direc- tion taken by their carriage. A short ride brought Ethel and Morten to asmall, com- fortless-looking mansion, in an obscure part of the city, Where they stopped, and in a few moments they were standing beside the death-bed of Ralph Gray. There was no one in the room except a negro woman, who was Striving to alleviate the sufferings of the dying man in the best manner she could; but everything gave evidence that the habitation was the abode of poverty and crime. Gray raised his eyes as they entered, and a faint snile lighted up his pale features as he recognized Ethel, who with a trembling step and an almost bursting heart, bent over him with the affectionate solicitude of a daughter. What a change a few short wecks had made in that form of almost gigantic mould. ~The once strong arm now Jay powerless by his side. The once flashing eyes were now sunken, and rolled wildly in their rockets. The dark locks that shaded his broad forehead were damp with the dew of death. ‘The stream of life was rapidly approaching the abyss, down which it will plunge, and be forever lost to the gaze of all mortals. ‘*This is a kindness I do not deserve,”’ said Gray, ina hollow whisper. ‘‘I feel, Ethel, that I am already launch- Conmmicoooks.conn —