Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 11: what you’re looking at

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TINS STORY FOR ARTY. 9 not have the money to give as you plaze till you're a grown woman. But Ill jest say somethin’ of it, though TPH be givin’ no names, The young gintleman was the han’somest man ye iver laid eyes on, and as good as he was han’som. The young lady was like one of the angels, an’ I’ve seen a picture of the howly Virgin looked jist like her, a’most, Well, they had a gran’ weddin’—for I was there an’ seen it. They had tables set out way down here, . I mane way down on the place, that ages, as like this as two peas, for a river run jist as this does, an’ all the poor people feasted. Saying down there was a imllow, which there 7s a hollow, as yer young eyes caa see—an’ saying there was a fire there, which even now the dead ashes is seen some time, or leastwise ‘use to, _ and saying ye saw one of the biggest oxes, and lots of pigs all roasting away for the poor people. Oh! but it ware a gran’ time, to be follered by tribelation, surely, for the next mornin’ the. poor bridegroom an’ his: bride were -all dead intirely—dead an’ murthered !” “OR, who could do it?” cried the child, creeping close up to the Irishman, with eyes distended; “who could do such an awful thing ?” “Well, it’s thought, of coorse, as the young man he did it himself, being crazy-like, and so.all the happiness at the house where it all tuk place, was gone forever. Oh! it was a terrible thing, to be sure!” “ And who was he, Bumbledyhum ?” “Ah! that, 1 said, 1 shouldn’t tell at all; m4 ye mustn’t .ask me, for the thing is hushed and buried ‘long ago, for the prisent young man of the family was a babby then in ’is cradle, and is likely niver heard of it at all.” “J wouldn’t care any thing about the story if I couldn’t knots said Arty, with a child’s pertinacity. “TlLask mother n I go home, if she can tell. me.” “ And if ye do, Miss Arty, it’s the last story I'll ever tell _ ye, as Tye said many’s the time afore, and repented my prom- — ise ; but I'll stick to it this time, ye may well belieye.”. “ Bat you said a craziness run through tlie Lattison family. Ah, Mr. Bumble, I've got you; 1 know"who it was!” . Ye’re wrong intirely,” (the howly Virgin forgive’ the lie, he muttered to himself;) “it’s another family of the same Comicloooksaconn -