Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 68: what you’re looking at

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66 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. > .~ 3 “T’m sure I thank you, sir ;’ and the smallest, white hand, the most perfect model of a child’s hand he had ever seen, was held toward’ the counter. The broker shook it very gently as he replied, in even softer tones: “You are very welcome, both of you; it is a very trifling service on my part.” Another moment and the woman and her charge were walking rapidly down the street. | “Oh! Catharine, Catharine; God is good!” the woman said, with emphasis, clasping the child’s hand so tightly that she exclaimed + — | “ Bentley, you are so glad for something, that do you know you hurt my hand?” | “Do I, darling? Well, it’s worth it; worth being hurt for, worth laboring all these long, dark, awful years, feeling that others were feeding off of your dishes, others were trad- ing with your gold; it’s all worth it, Catharine—I should say, my lady,” she added, her voice changing. ~. “Oh! pray, don’t, good Bentley; it hurts me to hear you say that. No matter what comes, you must always call me Catharine, won’t you? But I don’t see, after all, what makes you so glad. To be sure you have found poor dear grand- mamma’s likeness, but she has been gone these many, man years, and the frame isn’t worth any thing.” . | “That frame is worth half a million,” replied the tal woman, solemnly. POW SOT, : : “ Why Bentley—I hope you are not going to be crazy,” said the child, with an odd seriousness. a Bae “ Orazy! ha! ha! T've heard of such things as people being turned crazy for joy, but I think my old brain is too strong for that, It has borne the shock of your mamma’s death and your misfortunes, poor little soul ! it can bear more.” “Well, Ionly hope you will get the miniature, since it pleases you so, but I’m sure I can’t see why it should,” said the child, composedly. Lite I “ “ Never you mind, Catharine, darling, and whep I call you my lady, as is your proper right and title, don’t you say noth- ing to me ; it does me good, you see, And I think I'm not forward, nor hopeful, nor presuming either in saying that ohe of these days, hot very far off either, Catharine rides in her Comicbooksscom