Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 62: what you’re looking at

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“64 TIM, TOE Scour. approached the spot where they still were sitting, with a merry twinkle in his eye. In fact he had been watching them from the bushes for some time, and it tickled his fancy that the Englishman should show this Progress in ate making against such difficulties. ‘Good afternoon, Tim,” said Lizzie, “ You look well.” “Look well is it? Sure, don’t say the word, an’ ye sit- tin’ there, lookin’ like a paycock. the day! Sure, it makes wan's heart glad to see a beautiful gurl; doesn’t it, captain dear?” “ Tim, your taste can not be questioned,” said the captain. “ What was that you were singing as you came up?” “Sure that’s a little song of my own composition,” said Tim, “ illustrating the calamitous circumstances attending the fate av a young man in me own county av Tipperary, Ireland. Ye see, the young man had a swateheart who was very fond av him, but wan day he was goin’ through a woods, and there he see her settin’ undther a tree, playin’ on wan av them things Miss Lizzie have there, wid another chap settin’ be her side. And the song is intended to describe his faylings at stg very time and on that very spot.” “T can sympathize with the poor fellow,” said the captain, laughing. Lizzie looked diseoncertedss28he knew that Tim was aim- ing at her, and was conscious that she had allowed the cap- tain to get himself into her good graces to a considerable ex- tent. She rose hurriedly, “T think I must go,” she said, “Wait afew moments,” said Wilson, “ and I shall hare the honor of walking back with you. Don’t hurry away.” “No, stay, Miss Lizzie,” said Tim. “Tye got something to show ye purty soon. Wan ay the natest things ye iver saw in all yer life. Harmless as any baby. No danger. No- thin’ ‘charged for lookin’. - Ye’d betther stay.” She was very’ anxious to prevent a collision between Ed. and the captain, and sat down under a tree, when Tim began an elaborate little fiction in regard to his movements during the past three days. “In the first place,” said the captain, “ you began wrong. You did not deliver my message te Miss Lizzie.” ie conniclooolks.conn