Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 60: what you’re looking at

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58 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. The house of Mrs. Lattison was but a few blocks from that of her friend. Oh! how little she knew the seeming trouble—so real to her—that was so soon to fall upon her defenseless head, as she neared that beloved place. “ Charley, love, stand up straighter,” she said to her little boy, as they passed gayly one “or you will never be a gentle- man.” “J can’t, mother; I want a cane like Harry's—a gold- headed cane, his is, but I’ll be content with a silver one with two cunning little tassels. I know it’s the cane that makes © gentlemen stand up so straight.” “ What an odd child!’ said Cora, turning to Ella, whose sweet face, framed dn its blue and white, reflected her mother’s smile. “ How very quiet it looks,” said Mrs. Lattison; glancing up at the window-blinds. “I don’t think your father has returned . yet. Did he speak of an engagement, Ella?” “T think not, mother, but you know he is not at home sometimes till the last moment.” The bell rung. Bridget Bumble, stouter and louder voiced than ever, let them in. “Is Mr. Lattison in, Bridget ?” “It’s not to me positive knowledge that he is, but he’s been scudderin’ roun’ the houselike a cat sence you went out, _Missis Cora.” “What! has he been at home all the afternoon ?” “That’s true he has, boderin’ me entirely by askin’ when would ye be home. And ag’in it is he’s gone afther ye.” - “Gone after me!” exclaimed Cora, in astonishm “Oh! then he’ll soon be back when he finds we are not there—but it is strange we did not meet him, though I suppose he has gone round by another street.” “ Well, what did the misthress say ?” queried Tim, who as usual was lounging and smoking after his customary nap. It is needless to record that Tim’s place was a sinecure. “Not at all surprised,” said Bridget. “Indade, I don’t belave she iver thinks of the ould times.” : “ Well, I’ve seen it comin’ on him, and it wouldn’t surprise me in the laist if he'd one of his ould turns as bad as iy _ There's the look-in his eye I don’t like, and the way he moves cComichbooks;com