An Old Man's Darling

"The sea, the sea, the open sea; The blue, the fresh, the ever free," chanted the fresh and delicious voice of a young girl walking along the sands of the seashore in the summer sunshine at Cape May. "Cross my palm with silver, and I'll tell your fortune, bonnie maid," said a cracked, discordant voice. The singer paused abruptly, and looked at the owner of the voice—a lean, decrepit old hag, who extended her withered hand imploringly. "Nay, now, good soul," answered she, with a merry laugh,...