Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 47: what you’re looking at

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TIM SUSPECTED. 49° ~ Sure it’s sorry pay the Yankees gev’ me anyhow, ‘and phat wud I stay wid thim for, aay, THOT * “Then go, miserable man,” said Ed. , completely deceived, | “You have been so good a friend to our cause, that I can not find it in my heart to make you prisoner ; but go, before I . forget our former friendship. You have taken the pay of the ~ enemy, have done service for them, and have the assurance to. * come here and tell it to me, an officer in the service of the United States.” | i “Tm a blaguard, ain’t I, Masther Ed. ?” said the Irishman, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘“ Ye wouldn’t have > thought it ay me, would ye now ?” “No, Tim; I wound have staked my life on your faith.” “An? ye may yit, Masther Ed. Phat! an’ have ye no more faith in Tim Whalen than that? Dye think that, for all the goold in the Bank ay England, I'd turn thraitor to the counthry that is raised up for the poor av all nations to make a home in? Masther Ed., ’m a poor man—ye know that; but Tm - not to be bought and sold. Tim McCarty took the money ay . the Englishman, and pit itin his pocket; an’ I borryed Tim McCarty’s clothes.” “Do you mean to say you ‘thie been faithful, after all? I am thankful to hear it. There is my hand, Tim. I have. suspected you ungenerously, and I am sorry for it.” “That’s all right—that’s all right,” replied Tim, shaking ~ his superior by the hand heartily. “But I have been in Prophet’s Town, all the same. -T told ye thruth thin.” “And you went in with Wilson ?” “Yis. Tl tell ye how it was. He took me for an Irish- man tired avy the Yankees, and hired me to go wid him, and Iwint. Sure I’d as lieve go to Prophet's Town i in his company as in any other, Ze knows their ways.” “J should have thought he would have suspected you.” “He didn’t. Sure I’m regularly in the service of Ould England. I’m sint to spy out the position an’ number ay the Yankees, an’ I’m goin’ to do it.” “ Tim, ” said Livi. “what a dreadful liar you must he to make him believe you are friendly to England, when you know you hate England like death.” “To be sure I do, alanah, But wud I go tell him that, Comicbhooks-COm,