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44 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. CHAPTER VII. THE GRANDFATHER’S sToRY. ° Cora aut her sister sat together in one of the cosiest little boudoirs that was ever seen. The Reynoldses, if not wealthy still had enough to live in ease and refinement, and the ele gancies of the rich man were, many of them, scattered about their dwelling. The room in which his daughters were en- sconced, like pretty pictures in a costly frame, was lined with tasteful hangings of blue silk and lace. It had been a dream of Cora’s, when she was a little child, that she had such an apartment, and her father, to gratify her wish, caused it to” be arranged.so as to surprise her on her return from a visit. Henceforth the sisters occupied it together, and many happy hours had they passed there. Now, upon the soft, white counterpane of the bed, a costly dress of rich lace lay gleam- ing in white light and gray shadow. How beautiful it was! Arty never ceased to admire it. Neither child nor woman, her manner and her conversation presented the peculiarities of both. “The most splendid thing!’ she exclaimed, looking up from her work every other moment; “ how I should like to see myself in it over pink brocade—low neck and short sleeves. Shouldn’t I look pretty, say, Cora? But you will wear it over dead white—spoil the effect. Oh, Cora, how shall you feel when you come to stand up? That must be the most trying part—before all the people—I never could in this world.” “You'll not be very likely to in the next,” said somebody, entering at that moment. It was Frank. at “ You needn't scold now, because I came in without knock- ing; I never thought. Flushed, am I? [ve been running a race with Harrison—he’s the greatest fellow On horseback ! Why, he goes like the wind; he seems fairly wild, and the faster he flies the wilder is he. I wonder we didn’t both break our necks or our horses’; but I was determined not to comicloooks.conn