Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 38: what you’re looking at

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- - 86 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. of health mantling his cheeks, his eyes sparkling with pleas- ure as they rested on the group. He did not interrupt them however, but moving’ toward the piano, sent over the stillness of the atmosphere waves of melodious sound that made the hush more intense than before. He arose, and, standing, touched the keys here and there, while a smile that had been lighting his features changed suddenly to a laugh. “It’s really the finest fun in the world to hear that fellow Tim talk French,” he exclaimed, laughing again. “ Why, where is he now?” asked Anne. ° “Tn the keeping-room. The lazy rascal is lolling on the bench smoking a villainous pipe, and astonishing his wife. It is almost enough to make one die with laughter. Just come for a moment, Miss Cora—it won't trouble your conscience much, for they’re neither of them over sensitive.”" Urged by Anne, Coraline followed and stood with Harrison in a small recess near the open door, where they could hear every word. Bridget was ironing away at a long table, and her short dress, red cheeks and vigorous movements proclaimed her as capa- ble as Tim was lizy. . “Oh! be done wid the ridic’lous nonsinse,” she cried, slamming the iron down with a vehemence almost marvelous, “T won't belave a word of it.” : “ Polly vow mouchong Frauchong,” ssid Tim, composedly - puffing away as he lifted the blackened pipe from his mouth. “ An’ I should like to know what sich nonsinse as that manes, now ?” cried Bridget, pulling savagely at a rnfile. “Jt mafhes that when we're in France we do as the people of Rome do, to be sure,” replied Tim. : “ D’ye spake of Rome where his holiness lives ?—oh! Tim, that ye’d be takin’ sich liberties wid yer tongue,” said his wife, gravely. “Well now—ye wouldn’t think what potatoes meant would -- ye?” “ No, what do they ?” queried Bridget, excitedly. - “Ah! but I mustn’t be takin’ liberties wid me tongue,” Tim responded, highly sarcastic” “Ye spalpeen ! but potatoes and Rome is # cifferent thing,” ‘said 1 “Ye might tell me the French for potatoes— _ yet I've me doubts if ye don’t make up yer French as ye go.” “ - sal rs Ps ey COmichooks.com