Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 70: what you’re looking at

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68 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. awake. Sure it’s a good ‘entch it isy an’ pure gowld—and no harm aither to put it where it'll kape safe.” The byoker took the watch; it was his own. ' Something - seemed to go through his brain like lightning, when he lifted it in his hand. ‘The*two separate beings he sometimes seemed. conflicted ; for a moment he was himself, trembling ‘under a, sense-of possible degradation, anxious to fly to his family and make reparation for his long absence—then that. singular dual wito claimed no affinity with any human creature, who existed only to hide all traces of his former Kindred relations to the world—drove the other from his mind, and he was the broker again, chuckling over his success in duping the very persons to whom he was nearest and dearest; and he re- joiced over the cunning that enabled him to hide his identity while he had’mind enough in full force to understand all that. was passing around him, and to transact the business he had undertaken. _ “How came you by this er 2” he asked, sternly. “Tt is not yours.” The Irishman: gave one tertified Been at the eyes ae seemed to read him, r " “Ts very quare, intrely, that. you come to know that,” = said, in.a thick voice, “ an’ sure though ['m not a man that) the looks of me would suppose could own -a gowld watch— but if ye’ll be aisy wid me, Ill tell ye. It's the son of the poor gintleman as drowned himself, wid your figger an’ form, intirely, as put the wateh into me hands for a loan on t, ye may gay, an’ the thought struck me that mebbe the mistress Was wanting money. ‘Ye'll not whisper it, but its, afraid I am the young gintleman ’ll go to the bow-wows and break, the heart of his modther, though I know it’s in poor circum- pen aha, Ansaid and he shook his head wofully. ; ““How came your master to drown bimest. re asked the booker, chuvkling’ over his secret. . nie - Sure an’ his biziness wint wrong intirely, an’ -wwhtin, there: was nothin” to the fore; why he wint an’ put himself out of the way. An’ it wasn’t the fault of him: aither, for he'd a verra bad constichusion.” eae wile?” C anesjed the broker, “ she’s a8 g8y a8 eveRy cComicbookss¢om ~~ i