Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 31: what you’re looking at

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RETURN OF THE FUGITIVE. 29 «Come, now—it’s good news ye'll be afther hearin’ any” way, and ye’ll need as much stringth for that as for the bad. *Tis Mr. Harrison is not goin’ for to l’aye us now, and such - swate young ladies in trouble. Now ye’ll jist try a little, and I'll give ye a good say. They use to call me a witch in ould Ireland because me good says come so thrue. Why there was Maggie MacAllister half dead over the coffin of her baby —I might say it were the coffin, though, to be sure, the childer lay in its cradle with the life in it jest as if it were flickin’ on the edge of its lips and goin’ out. She, the mother, were takin’ on that wild that her screams might be heard by ivery- body round her, and more to, for that matter. So says I, ‘ Whist, Maggie—I'll tell ye the boy'll live to look down on ye yit,’ and so he did, glory to the saints in more ways than one ; but we won’t rake up any cast-bys. Come, drink the good tay, and I’ll tell ye that the blessed Mr. Harrison ’ll live to be hear that ? “TI felt that Bridget’s eyes were upon me, and along with my unspoken thanks for her kindly-meant encouragement came a blush of scarlet to face and neck. Mrs. Lattison seemed for a moment inclined to believe her, paused and sipped a little of the tea. Suddenly there came a lull in the tempest, and, as we listened for another outburst, we heard 8 different but more welcome sound, the hoarse cheer of men’s voices. A wild cry broke from Anne and her mother. They hurried down stairs half crazed with excitement, while I remained &t the window above. Although the thunder had ceased, and the rain fell no longer, still there were occasional lightings up of the atmosphere, caused by the reflection of some far-off flash. In one of these I saw se persons leading some one in their midst, who leaned austed on the arms of two men, my father and Mr. Lat I sunk back, terrified and grateful. Another moment and Frank Was at my side, for I had summoned strength enough to the stairs. “* Where did they find him? I asked. “*Oh! such a chase, said Frank, still panting; ‘he has - been doing nothing but running and doubling for the last two hours, Why, he seemed sometimes to have as many lengths © 88 @ serpent. Isn't it odd, Cora? They captured him at comic ooks.com