Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 23: what you’re looking at

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A FESTIVAL AT THE GROVE. 21 Well, I lay Jow and listened, and the sounds went on, shriek after shriek, till it seemed asif I couldn’t stand it. And there, a littl@way off, on the other side of the house from where.I ~ was, who do you think I saw but Mrs. Lattison, crying as if her heart would break, and wringing her hands. I never felt so badly in all my life, and the way I turned and ran from there wasn’t slow—but I seem to hear those fearful sounds now; who do you suppose it was ?” “Perhaps,” said Coraline, “ Mr. Lattison—you know we have scarcely seen him—is one of those cruel, tyrannical men we read of sometimes—and he might have been punisMing one of his work-boys. Every thing seems strange over there.” “ Nonsense,” retorted Frank ; “it isn’t possible for Mr. Lat- tison to be a cruel, tyrannical man. Father and I met him, yesterday, and had quite a Tong conversation. He is slender and gentlemanly, and father declares has the most refined and poetical face he ever saw. But I'll tell you what,” he , added, in an aside to his eldest sister, “ he’s got the—there— _Td like to have called it ‘hang-dog’ look of the whole family. You know what I mean—as if they’d lost all their friends. How singular !” For a long while, Coraline, whose heart was beginning to be strangely interested, pondered over the news Frank had ‘the month and several weeks passed away, and then came the great party. The Reynoldses, especially Frank and Coraline, had longed for the time. It was Coraline’s first participation in a festival of the kind, but neither the grand dresses prepared, the news of the great goings on, or _ the joy of the party, weighed as much with Coraline as the delightful thought that she. should meet+with Harrison. _ The night came and they were driven to the Grove. Cora was ushered at once into Anne Lattison’s own room. Anne was dressed in white satin, and looked as pure as an angel— * Coraline, being dark, wore pink with white lace that became her wonderfully. The band arrived—the company g: steadily, and by the hour of nine, the great parl ! filled. Up to this time, young Harrison had not made his appear- ance—Cora’s quickly throbbing heart would not let her commicloooks.con 4