The Island Bride — page 93: what you’re looking at

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THE SPINSTER WEDDED. old skipper, who was a very gruff, plain-spoken man, gave her to understand that he had no intention of “ getting spliced,” te anybody. Miss Trundle bravely recovered from this second blow; ker about a month after the arrival of the Reindeer at New Bed- | ford, she was wedded to a blind man——a millionaire !” ~The parson showed the notice of her marriage to his wife one morning while they were looking over some newly-arrived papers, in the little parlor of their cottage home We have but a few more pages to add, and these we will devote to the young couple upon the island, Their house was finished in about a week after the depart- ure of the Reindeer. It was of small dimensions, Containing only two apartments; but it was large enough to answer all necessary purposes. The flooring was covered with cocoanut mats, and upon wooden shelves were curious-looking shells, and pieces of coral, tastefully arranged. The front windows of the little building, overlooking the sea, were never closed, ex- cept when it rained. Near one of them hung his spy-glass, with which, mounting to the summit of a high ridge of land, Weldon would scan the ocean every morning. The trankful of books afforded the young people plenty of reading matter ; a year, at least, must elapse before the contents of so many large volumes could be finished by two pairs of eyes. Some- times Minnie would read to her husband, and sometimes both, the wife seated upon the husband’s knee, would peruse the same book. When the nights were clear, they would cruise around thé shores of theisie in a long skiff which had been built by the young sailor, and which was so lightly framed that it resem- hled a boat made of seal-skin. Minnie would sing to Harmon as he plied his paddle, and the birds of the night, hopping , among the boughs of cocoanut and bread-fruit trees, ‘would join in the chorus. They led a pleasant life—this young couple—on their beau- © ful island in the Pacific Ocean ! | Years passed, and still they were contented and happy. The voice of a little child, with brown eyes and golden hai, now made music in their island home. No civilized garb wore he. His form was clothed in a fanciful garment worn Comiclbooks. corn ke ie ee