Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 41: what you’re looking at

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LOVE PLIGHTED. Thus love was plighted while the air palpitated wit breath of the rose-leaf and the odor of the mignonette—un¢ the s of the graceful vine, heavy with purple sweet ae within hearing of the southern birds, who, perched in cages like sunbeams, trilled their little songs of love. “ Where is Cora, dear?” asked Mrs. Lattison, entering the room where Anne was alone. “ Harrison carried her away, to hear Tim Bumble talk French-Irish,” replied Anne, laughing. “I suppose she has no idea how time is flitting. They have been gone nearly an ¥, Cora is a very sweet girl,” said Mrs, Lattison, musing. “ And did you know, motler, that Harrison loves her? I am sure of it,” she said, in reply to her mother’s glance. “But what of ber?” queried the mother, hastily. “T believe the love is returned,” rejoined Anne. “ Thank God!” and the mother bowed her forehead upon her hands—“ my only dread is removed. But, Anne, suppose her parents have scruples? They are not very rich, I don’t care for that—they are not very famous—their name is not an old one ; so far we have all the advantage on ouside ; but wey may make objections on acgount of—of Harrison's malady.” a te ere have no longer any fear of; think what competent judges have pronounced upon his state. I ’ bélieve we need have no scruples—I am sure I have nene. If they marry, they will be very happy together, and neither of them regret it But what letter is that, mother ?” - Mra. Lattison was drawing a letter from her pocket. — “You remember the lady at whose house we yisited in London who had so much trouble about the disposal of pro- perty left her by her husband.” “Oh! that pele, pretty lady Catharine, as many called her,” replied Anne ; “ yes, indeed—I remember her very well. Her relations, or rather her husband’s relations, were trying to con- test the will Oh, yes, her face would be one of the last to” forget, so small, so perfectly beautiful. Well; what does she say, mother ?” “That she has married again,” was the reply, “a ak ‘noble man, a barrister, who will help her keep her rights. I ot as : a ry comicbooks.com