Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 19, August 6, 1870 by Various
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"Well, sir," said Mr. P., with a smile, "as it costs a great deal and does very little, I cannot but think it is both useless and expensive." "Then sir," said the other, "you must think the whole institution is a nuisance generally." "You put it very strongly," said Mr. P., "but I fear that you are about right." "Sir!" cried the gentleman, his face beaming with an indescribable expression. "Give me your hand! I am glad to know you. I agree with you exactly. My name is WHITTEMORE." But Mr. P. did not waste all his time in talking to strangers and concocting enigmas. He had come to Newport with a purpose. It was none of the ordinary purposes of watering place visitors. These he could carry out elsewhere. His object in coming here was grand, unusual and romantic. _He came to be rescued by IDA LEWIS!_ It was not easy to devise a plan for this noble design, and it was not until the morning of the second day of his visit, that Mr. P. was ready for the adventure. Then he hired a boat, and set sail, alone, o'er the boundless bosom of the Atlantic. He had not sailed more than a few hours on said boundless bosom, before he turned his prow back towards land,--towards the far-famed Lime Rocks, on which the intrepid heroine dwells. He had thought of being wrecked at |
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