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TIM AT THE PAWN-SHOP. 67 « own carriage as she should, and mayhap poor old Bentley beside her.” “ Of course,” said the girk with her unchildish segiousness, “ whatever comes, you shall always be close to my side. I am yery grateful to you for your goodness and patience; I only wish you would let me show you now, more than you / do, how much I love you; but you won't.” By this time the two had approached a large, smoky tene- ment, whose hanging shutters, rattling windows, uneven Coors and unpainted and dilapidated exterior told of a general . decrepitude. ‘The stains upon its sides, seen in the moonlight, looked like tears wept ages and ages ago, and every broken and hanging clapboard seemed to have a meaning of its own, more of the sad than agreeable past. Very soon the quaint, tall woman, and the little, queer, oldish child passed into the narrow entrance and were lost to view. After they had gone, the broker stood some ilomtes in- deep thought. “I have certainly seen that woman before,” he mused to himself, “ her countenance is as familiar as if we had met but yesterday—yet where?” Again and again the thin, stern face, so impossible to forget when once seen, came up before his vision. “I have seen her before—but not here,” he still soliloquized ; “it must have been in England. The child is wronged—she is English—her name is Catharine—can she be in any way connected with the lady Catharine with whom my méther corresponded? It must be that I saw her in that family—yes, I remember now—” Ilis soliloquy was interrupted by the entradee of Tim Bum- ble. ‘Tim came in a new character and sidled up to the counter, looking askance at the broker as if caught in the act or with the intention of stealing. “ An’ sir, if I may be so bowld, do ye take. in watches, sir ?” queried Tim, bringing his two hands closed upon the counter. * What do Sead mean—have you a watch to pawn?” asked the man in disguise. + adie ap powers if ye haven’t a voice like the masther and the same figger, batin the whiskers and beard cried the man, taken by surprise. “ Bridget said the misthress noticed it too—a—ye'll excuse me, sir—it’s only dramin’, I am—I'm mighty apt to drame whin I’m wide 2 ; Comichbooks:com 2 a