Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 24: what you’re looking at

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22 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. ask for him—but as the clock struck, he entered with his father. “My poor brother has been quite ill,” said Anng who stood by Cora, and watched him nervously. Coraline, look- ing up. at that moment, her eye fell upon Mrs. Lattison. The pale mother stood almost motionless. Her lips were parted— her fingers moving, her eyes fastened upon Harrison, who had never appeared so pale, so spiritless, so entirely lifeless, but at the same time so supernaturally beautiful. His glance wan- _ dered indifferently. , “¥ say, Cora,” said Francis, who was also waiting to be recognized, “ it’s all mighty queer, and seems to me more like a funeral than a party.” At that moment the boy’s glance settled upon Coraline. There -was a wavering, uncertain light in his face, then a faint flush, then a joyous look of recognition, and he sprung toward her almost childishly, welcoming her so noisily, so cheerily, that all eyes were turned toward her. From that moment he was no longer pale and tame, but the handsome, laughing boy, the witty, spirited companion. Heartily and with a kindling of his olden self he entered into the sports of the evening, but toward Cora his manner was different from that with which he treated all the rest. Now, Anne and Mrs. Lattison’s manner changed—they, too, threw off all appear- ance of care, and exerted themselves to make the time pass agreeably. As for Arty, she had made interest with some of the family, and ‘gone off to see Mrs. Tim Bumble. She found the’ latter in the act of setting down a huge hamper. _ “Oh! Miss Arty,” cried the tall woman, shaking her cap- border, out of which the starch had vanished, “ it’s glad I am to see you. And what for did you I’ave the dancin’ an’ come here ?” “ Why, I wanted to see you and Tim,” said the child. “ As for Tim, he'll be hanging roun’ the young masther till they’re sure of him, I suppose—thin he'll off, like the lazy boy he is, for a smoke, and his feet to the mantel.” et, what has Tim come here for—and why does he have the young master, as you call him? [| suppose you mean Harrison ?” Comiclookxs.conn J :