Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 26: what you’re looking at

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24 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. CHAPTER LIV«e FRAGMENTS FROM CORA’S JOURNAL. “Ip was the tenth of August, and nearing twilight. My father and mother, my little sister and myself, sat in the cool west parlor. The day had been unusually sultry, and as my father went to the window he said: “«There’s a terrible storm coming up, if I can read the signs aright. Such a silence through the woods is portentous.’ “Gradually the air darkened: a dense cloud came from the horizon, spreading and deepening, while gusts of hot, damp wind whirled dead leaves and crackling twigs into the entry, till we could no Jonger sit with the doors open. It was not many minutes before the blinds were closed, the curtains thrown down and the lamps lighted. The storm burst now in all its fury. .We could hear the heavy throbs with which the heart of the forest responded—the wind howled, and the thunder, leaping from point to point, seemed to fall at last with a succession of heavy crashes, as if the very earth were split. asunder. “In the midst of the worst of the tempest came a heavy rap at the door. It was opened, and there stood Mr. Lattison’s coachman, covered witli mud, hatless and coatless, and hold- ing the heavy whip with which he had knocked. “* Oh! sir,’ he cried, as my father confronted him, ‘ has my young master Harrison wandered this way? Have you seen him any where about? He went out—and—and his father thought maybe if he wasn’t lost—if he hadn't lost his way, that is—he’d be here.’ “I sprung from my seat in the utmost affright. Arty sat near me—she moved, came to me, and whispered in my ear; ‘I guess he has killed himself.’ It went to my heart like q stroke of fierce lightning, and I out: ‘Oh! Jolin, what makes you think harm has ee a > looked confused, stammered, but answered : Ot, Bonin, th, ne pee at this comicloooks.com