Laura Brayton — page 183: what you’re looking at

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174 LAURA BRAYTON. there’s a law agin’ ‘em going unmuzzled in the streets.” ee or: XXXVL THE INVALID JOURNEYS HOMEWARD. The storm was over. The sky, like a dirty face well washed with contrite tears, was cloudless once more, and the great waves broken, and with their strength gone, were tumbling about in fragmentary weakness, bearing here and there some sad relics of the storm’s devastating fury. In the dwelling allotted to the light-house keeper and his family, the invalid whom we saw first fret- ting at the appearances of delay in the completion of his voyage, and next, lifted by the merciful hand of Providence from the fate which overwhelmed the young, the brave, and the beautiful who had been his late companions, was being carefully pre- pared for a journey by the hands of those who had been instrumental.in saving his life. The old captain had put upon his slender form his great warm sea-cloak, and had incased his feet in canvas shoes lined with fur, and now Lydia Gard- ner was trying one of her own scarfs around his ~ neck, while on a chair, the best chat of her father was ready for his head. For the few garments which he had on when swept to the shore were in no way fitted to en yee so frail a form as his on a journey. That he was to have company was apparent, for | the young lady was herself dressed for traveling. “J do not know how I] can ever repay one-half your kindness,” said the old gentleman; “but if my property is even as I left it, I shall be able to give comicboo! —— cS com