Beadle's Dime Novels No. 208: The Ocean Outlaw — page 83: what you’re looking at

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“THE OCEAN OUTLAW. 83 CHAPTER XI. For a short time Ethel remained silent in the chamber of death, reflecting ow the strange drama in which she had played so conspicuous a part, and had just witnessed the closing scene. Her musings were at length broken by Morton, who said, as he brushed away a tear with hig rough hand: ** Well, he’s gone, poor man; and I ain’t sorry I was here to take care of him. It’s hard to die slone, Miss E:hel; but you must go home now; I will make all the arrangements for his buryin’.” When Ethel arrived at home, she saw Ernest Toward with her brother—(the former having come in the Wind- sor that evening)—and both were awaiting her coming, with not a little anxiety, as neither of them kKuew what had called her away. ; Judge of their surprise, when they learned that she had just returned from the death-bed of Ralph Gray, who was supposed by (hem to have perished, by his own act, two months before. | Of course, under the existing circumstances, Mulgrave wished the last rites for his uncle to be performed as pri- yately as possible; so, on the following evening, accom- panied by his sister and Howard, he repaired to a seclu- ded spot, where the lene tomb of the buccaneer had been, made by the hand of Morton. With uncovered heads, the party stood beside the open grave, wiiile the old sailor, in a low, but distinct voice, read the church service for the burial of the dead. It was an impressive scene. “The moon had just risen in the Bast, aud was casting its pale light over the li:tle group, while the gentle evening breeze disturbed the thin grey locks of the aged man, who, with COMMESOO SCCM)