Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 67: what you’re looking at

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- $She spoke ‘ediguabr; ice at the ‘counter with) both Hands. and ‘her prospective offer of a hundred do seemed 86 almost ludicrous that the broker smiled. 63 “TI assure you, sir,” she continued, .excitedly,. “it is not srorth much to anybody but me, sir—this little child and my- self. Those stones are not ‘real, sir—they»were, once, or rather the good ‘jewels have. been taken out, and : eiaite sub- stituted.” “ You have a keen eye,” a the tablcen. -“ Ab! sir, I have seen precious stones Sdanidedacht\ivams time, to detect the imitation readily. My husband was a; jeweler,” she added, her voice faltering a little. “He offen said my eye was as good as a glass.” “You seem very much interested fn this miniature, said the broker, taking up the tarnished oval frame and sonmning it dlosely, during which time the woman trembled visibly, .. “ Yes, sir, I am. “Iti! belonged ‘to. the.mether of this poor little orphan, who is an English girl, and has been cruelly wronged and kept out of her rightful. property. For over ten years it has been lost and mourned... She is eleven —you mightn’t think it, sir, being so small of her age and not over strong.” “So it is a family relic, I presume.” | “A family relic, sir; the likeness of ; this dear little child's grandmother, and if you could by any means let me ‘have it, you don’t know what a favor you would be conferring —indeed sir, you don’t know.” - # > do this, madam,” said the broker, impressed by her grief ess. “Come here in a month ; if the woman redeems it, I will ascertain who she is, and what it can be obtained for. If she never returns, the trifle shall be yours for the same amount I gave her for it’s keeping— if you are not able to pay me that, why I will make it a present to. the little blue-eyed lady here—and she shall only thank me.” “Oh! sir, I will work my fingers to the bone but what. I will repaygyou for yoar kindness,” replied the tall woman, tears of gratitude which she strove in vain to repress, falling from her-eyes. “ Come, Catharine, my little lady, thank this kind, ‘good gentleman, who does not know what: a weight a lifts from two grateful hearts” comliclbooks.com