Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 20: what you’re looking at

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18 . TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. Mr. Lattison sat listening to this tirade with an abstracted air. At last he said, with a start: “ Well, well, never mind that now, Tim. The fact is, ’m not satisfied with the man I have to attend upon my poor boy at times. . He makes himself too forward, too officious. Now with you I could always get along, and I believe my poor boys loved you. What do you say to taking charge of Jim “s Par. way you did the other?” m ’ it’s too happy I’d be, intirely. But there’s me _ Wife, Mr. Lattison, what ‘d I do wid her. She’s altogedther capable for a woman.” -Lattison could not forbear a smile at this evident depreeiitjpn of the notable Mrs. Bumble by her quiet husband. “Couldn’t she get along, here—or, by.the way, we shall be wanting an assistant in the dairy. I wonder what she could do in that line.” “TIvery thing, Mr. Lattison. Shure, it’s out of a dairy I took her, as I’ve good occasion to know, for there’s no day passes over me head that she don’t twit me of the same.” “Ter thought sh® could be trusted,” mused Mr. Lattison. “That she can be, sir. The woman would scorn to doa mane thing, indade she would.” “ And for a handsome sum—” “ Ah, she be yery fond 0’ money, sir,” replied Tim, with a sigh. “Well, Tim, I think you’ll have to come up to the Grove. By the way, what obligations are you unced to Mr. Reynolds, my good neighbor ?” | “ Nothin’, nothin’, sir. Sure, he ouly Geeks me,” said Tim, with a whimsical look; “that is, I do odd jobs for him, and little arrands for the young ladies; he keeps a man, sir, or he might want me more.” “Then I shall not be discommoding him.” “ Not at all, at all, sir,” was the reply. Jome up on Monday,” said Mr. Lattison, “and we'll “ed pabeebe ryt ad oom, a he ing * GommiclooOoks.corn