Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 19: what you’re looking at

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MR. LATTISONS VISIT TO TIM. 17 “ And now, Tim, I suppose you are not overburdened with work,” said Mr. Lattison. He was a pale man, very thin, very quiet, and with a look of habitual suffering stamped upon his features. “ Not so much overburthened but what I could bear more,” was Tim’s cautious reply. “ You remember—you—remember ”—the man paused for a moment, struggling with some powerful emotion. “Sure, an’ you needn’t say it, Mr. Lattison, for, indade, I remember it all, an’ how I loved him eek erie’ Te 9 ay down my life for him.. Sure, an’ I remember too much, } Lattison. It’s.a dale the boy looked like him as came along the sands to-day with Miss Anne.” “Ah, that was Harrison,” said the gentleman, with a sad “Of coorse he didn’t recoll e, bein’ a mere b’y when he left the Grove. But af I may be so bold, Mr. Lattison— if yell pl’ase excuse nee pt al is the—the sickness now, in the family 7°. “Oh, Tim, you know how it used to be,” half groaned the man. “ Well, it’s no better now, only there is some hope— some, I say. There’s decided hope that, if he lives till he is twenty-one, the disease may be eradicated. Oh, to keep him till thei, Tim—only to keep him till then! Besides, you never could count upon the—the sickness, you know, at any set time; it would come when nobody expected—now it occurs periodically.” “ An’ may I ask, yer honor, when ‘that manes ?” queried _ “Oh, ‘i's cottain ume of the yea We all know what to now, and use every precaution, And, Tim, that’s what I-want to see you about. Binet have been going hard, have they ?” “Oh, indade, sir, 'm. not octet ‘to throuble you with the story of me trials, but if it wasn’t for me wife, who knows how to turn an honest penny in a woman’s way, faith it’s not at all ['d be gittin’ along, but the revarse of the matter, ne as I'd be takin’ me two steps to me one forward,’ shook his head with a oly survey of the fre, now sing the kettle to sing. me eld - cCommicloooks.corn