Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 59: what you’re looking at

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THE CONSERVATORY. 57 - CHAPTER IX. A WIDOW, YET A WIFE. CoraALINEy unconscious of the strangé hallucination that had overtaken her husband, or the sudden failure, was spending a pleasant afternoon with a friend. She was yet a beautiful woman, looking scarcely older than when, sixteen years be- fore, she had given her hand so trustingly to Harrison. The .— remembrance of his early malady had become like a dream to her, and though she had met with trouble in the loss of her parents, she had been so shielded and cherished, that age sat lightly on her. She was yet scarcely thirty-seven, and the little daughter, Ella Lattison was a miniature edition of her * mother. Mrs. Lattison, was a great favorite with all who knew her. The life of her own home, she was also the delight"bf each circle that numbered her among its members. Her husband had lavished every care and attention upon her. She was a finished musician, an accomplished artist, and adorned her beautiful home with every grace belonging to the Twilight was gathering. They were admiring a superb calla lily, through whose creamy, crystal-like veins the rays from the sinking sun sent a crimson so delicate that it seemed the touch of some spirit mingling the hues of heaven with the r) “ By the way, have you seen that lily Harrison bought me last week ?” asked Cora, of her friend. , ~ No, but I am told it excels nature,” was the reply. “Tt is a wonderful work of art,” Cora responded. “ Harri- son was tempted to its purchase, because it once belonged to a friend with whom his family became acquainted in Englanc— a jady Catharine Worthington, who had a great deal of trou- ble, poor thing, and whose little daughter, I have heard said, is the disputed heiress of fifty thousand pounds which she will probably never recover. You must come and see it, for I am sure you will admire it as much asI do. But I must hurry ‘home~Harrison would never eat his supper without me.” comiclooks.aconn