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 exte...