Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 14: what you’re looking at

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13 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. a An opportunity came soon after. They found the family charming, the house charming—every thing clrarming, in fact. Within doors the brother and sister had rooms allotted to them, filled with every thing that could afford relaxation and amusement to the wearied mind. Without were swings, & bowling-alley, and on the beautiful pond, now cleared from its weeds and slime, and kept in perfect order, a dainty boat sat gracefully. “ Anne,” said Harrison, pausing on the edge of the pond, “Jet us take a sail. You needn’t be afraid of your com- plexion, for we can row in the shadows, you see.” “Father likes to be with us on the water,” said Anne, reluctantly. | “TJ don’t think he would object, as our friends are here,” said Harrison, with one foot on the edge of the boat. “Come, Frank, you and I will go. I see by Miss Cora’s face that she doesn’t care, and I know Anne don’t.” “Tam subject to dizziness, when sailing,” said Coraline ; and Anne and her friend moved toward the house. They had been some time engaged in a discussion concerning some feminine employment, when a servant entered, and with Mrs. Lattison’s compliments, desired Cora to excuse Anne for a few moments. The young girl changed color, but instantly left the chamber, while Coraline sat wondering, and very strangely impressed, she knew not why. At length, moved more by restlessness than curiosity, she left her seat and walked from place to place, finding some- thing new to admire at every point, until at last she came to a door, one half of which was glass, through which shone a curtain of crimson stuff. Without reflection, and supposing that she was still moving in her friend’s domains, she incau- tiously opened the door, and found herself standing on the threshold of a small chamber, similar to the one in which she had been sitting. It was, however, very different in its sar- roundings—in fact, one of the most unusual places she had ever seen in her life, and astonishment kept her routed to the spot. The floor was covered with carpeting so thick and soft that it fell like yielding feathers. The thought flashed through her mind, as she placed her foot forward, that there must be feathers beneath. ‘There was one large window, Conmmicoooks.corn