Beadle's Dime Novels No. 208: The Ocean Outlaw — page 9: what you’re looking at

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~« * = HE OCEAN OUTLAW. eee & After spending a day or twat looking over the neigh- boring country, he made a selection that suited him, and at once set about clearing a small plot of groun], erecting a house, and attending to other preliminary matters. This done, he departed in the same secret, mysterious manner in which he came, leaving no one the wiser as to where hie had gone, or when he intended to return to his pur-_ onths passed without bringing any news from him . + 9 . “ many stories were whispered among the gossips to ac- - connt for the non-appearance of their strange visitor. _ Suddenly, however, he returned, accompanied by an elderly female, whose business seemed to consist in look- ing after a little girl, some three years of age. These, to-~ gether with an old seaman, who, to use his own expres- sion, was hardly sea-worthy, comprised his family. Gray remained but a short time at hisnew home. After the lapse of a few days, he left little Ethel and Mrs. Mills in the care of Silas Morton (the old seaman) and again de- parted. For a time the inhabitants of Glen's Cottage, (for such was the name conferred by Ralph Gray upon his pur- chase) found it rather lonely; but Morton was soon on fimiliar terms with nearly every person in the neighbor- hood, and being generally liked, it resulted in the gradual admission of the family into the limited circle of socicty the place afforded. Mrs. Mills, too, had a happy faculty of insinuating her- self into the good graces of those around her, and little - Ethel was the pet of every one. So, in due time, they found their place more agreeable than was at first antici- pated. In one thing Ralph Gray had been fortunate, if in no other, in the selection of Silas Morton for his steward; no man ever had one in whom he could place more implicit confidence. | The old sailor's life had been a checkered one—thirty years of it bad passed on the ocean in every clime, from ane torrid sands of Africa to the frozen regions of the ee a .# Conmiclsooks.com. © =~... Va ! See 2