Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 43: what you’re looking at

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~ BRIDGET’S FOREBODINGS OF EVIL. 41 “Tt’s a dress for the weddin’, to be sure, that Miss Anne wid all the trimmin’s. And it’s vexed I am that I ee Hin’ things wrong side out—for it’s a boding of ill- sae so I’m afeard. There’s Tip Connell’s weddin’ that I tinded, ye know, in the capacity of bridesmaid, and while I was making the skirt of me dress, sure I had to rip it up four times intirely, an’ sure enough, she’s lost four childers this very year.” “ And what is’t ye mane by calling Tip, she?” asked Tim. “ Because she is a Tip. Her father were a drunken fellow an’ he called her Tiperary—so it was, Tip she goed by, poor thing. I'd give me dog a better name. But do ye know jist whin this weddin’ comes off ?” “ By the twentieth of the month,” replied Tim, preparing his pipe for a smoke. “Oh dear, and it’s the sixteenth to-day. Well, it's mighty sorry Pd Beto marry my daughter--” | “ Whist !” exclaimed Tim, suddenly ; “ don’t ye know that walls have ears and Misther Harrison is all over thedhouse ?” As if to verify his words, in came Harrison at that moment, holding up an article of apparel. “My darling woman!” he cried, his eyes beaming with joyous light, “ do help me out of my d ty. Here’s my favorite collar, buttonless—and mother and Anne .are so - busy that absolutely there’s no getting near them for a. social Word. Come—will you help me, and now ?”’ “Sure will I,” said Bridget with alacrity, while Tim held his pipe out of the-window, “and it’s much joy I wish ye for the prospect of so good and pretty a wife, Mr. Harrison. The sight of her is a blessing,” she added. ~ “ Aye—aqual to father Hennessy’s, any day,” rejoined Tim. “T wasn’t naieinid on the ears Bridget, in a cold tone ; “ the blessing e eyes is one thing—the blessing of the howly father anodtfher.” “They're both different,” mumbled Tim. “You may well give me joy,” said Harrison, lifting his head proudly. “ A fairer or a sweeter bride never came to any man’s home than she will be.” ee you true,” spoke Bridget, handing him the mended cle. comicloooks.conn