Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 10: what you’re looking at

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10 THE BEAUTY OF WILLARD’S MILL. “Tt’s well you broke cover just as you did, little fawn, or you might have spent the night here,” cried her brother, just a little vexed at the detention. “Out in the night-air bare- headed, too! Take care that I don’t scold you, Minnie !” “You don’t call that bare-headed, do you, Frank ?” whis- pered Nat, as the young girl stepped lightly but in no, haste into the boat, showing her lithe form enveloped half-way down in a mantle of rippling brown hair. “T’m so used to your scolding, Frank, that I rather like it,” ‘said Minnie, looking round pleasantly upon all the men, but noticing no one in particular. “I wish you all good luck with your fishing.” Whatever Frank might have said which Minnie would not like was cut short by the family now appearing at the door with the question; “ Where is Minnie? Frank have you seen Minnie ?” “ We started some such game just now over on the island. Mother, you had better look after the ways of your daughter, before she gets quite to living like an owl. But good-evening, good folks ; you shall breakfast on pickerel. Shove her off there, boys. Heave-ho! here we go, at last.” Minnie lingered in the door-way, watching the picturesque fishing-party as the red torch-lights revealed them at every turn of the creek, until, becoming interested in what was being said by one of the visitors, she noiselessly closed the door and joined the circle round the fire, which, more for light and cheer than for warmth, was kept burning through the spring evenings. “ Waal, as I was sayin’,” continued the speaker, Frank's mother-in-law, “if Mr. Willard goes to Grove to-morrow he'll git a letter from some of your folks. You can depend upon it; my dreams never fail to come true when I have this sort of feelin’ about ’em. "T'was just so when Gleason was writ to about losin’ his property in the east, I dreamed it all out afore we got the letter, and I read that letter in my sleep afore it ever come from the office. An’ ’twas just so when Frank went down to Missouri ‘fore Gleason's death ; I knew when he was a comin’ home as well asif I'd seen with my real eyes. Gleason allus had faith in my dreams, and they allus come true, when I fel¢ they would ; and you'll git a let ter from your people that will concern you mightily.” comiliclbooks. corn