Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 63: what you’re looking at

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CORA IN MOURNING. 61 «“ Td like to fetch him up wid a kick clare to the bottom of the steps.” a In the hall below, uncle Reynolds, the dissatisfied, met a magnificent individual. “ Very unfortunate, very ; but it was well he left her something—that is, he didn’t leave it, but the house belonged to her—a gift from his father, I believe,” said Mr. Reynolds, at the same time patting the youngest boy on the head as he Se passed, to the child’s great terror. : “ Yes, left a handsome widow, thoug ,»’ said Sylvester, with a significant. leer.- “ Still young, charming—make a very good match yet, shouldn't wonder.” | “ Hum! shouldn’t wonder,” echoed the elderly relative, with an expressive gesture. “I always thought there was a wrong streak in that fellow’s brain, He was an enigma to me. How he became a settled man of family, I can’t for the life of me tell. I heard that my brother knew before his marriage with Cora, that there was trouble of that kind. I am astonished that the union was allowed.” “Yes, she’s a charming woman,” said Mr. Sylvester, still soliloquizing. . He had a face like those wax heads one sees in barbers’ windows, and, like them, all false. . His forehead and nose were as straight as a rule—every other feature was mathemat- ically proportioned; but he was fifty, wore false hair, false - teeth, a false complexion and a false bust, though averymil- »* itary one. < well; in time initiate yourself into her good hat is all I have to say.” “ Poor Cora; she was plunged in the deepest affliction. Her husband had been an object, always, of idolatry. She Days, weeks, months passed, and still the same rigid pro- priety. She seldom spoke of her husband save to her chil- dren. Her sorrow was her own—too sacred, too great for worldly eyes to look upon. wp comiicbooks.com