Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 25: what you’re looking at

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LOVE’S ENCHANTMENT. 23 “ It’s Harrison I mane, and it’s him is been sick,” said the woman, with a great air of mystery. “ But what's been the matter with him ?” persisted the child. “ Why, you see, Arty,” said Bridget, glancing slyly round, * it’s his brain is the worst of him, and a great pity it is that he thinks so muck of Miss Cora—that I say.” — | “ Why—will he kill her?’ queried Arty, with a frightened look, the sad fate of Tim’s personages in the story floating through her brain. “The saints forbid!” cried Bridget, crossing herself hastily ; “but it’s mesilf,” she added, hurriedly, “ that wouldn’t want & child of me own to marry into this family.” There appeared to be little danger of such a consummation —the thought occurred even to Arty, and she laughed to herself. : “Til tell Cora not to marry him if he asks her to,” said Arty, precociously. 3th “Lal Miss, pray don’t say that I said a word,” cried the eautious Mrs. Tim, and Arty promising so much, burried back into the parlor. The first thing she saw was, seated in a recess and busily talking, Coraline and Harrison. Cora’s face sparkled as if the interview were unwontedly agreeable, while Harrison’s smile fascinated even the childish perception of Arty. But there was a dim foreboding of evil in her mind, and she lingered about her sister for the rest of the evening as if she feared harm were coming to her. But Cora was almost wildly happy. To be hear him, to listen to his beautiful words, to gaze in that face so perfect with its star- like eyes, was life’s completeness. It was the clear dawning of her first love. > 2 ¢ _— ~ connicloooks.Cohn)