Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 76: what you’re looking at

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a) 74 7 BUMBLE’s CHARGE. house. Bustle and confusion reigned throughout. Bridget was in her glory. Rooms were papercd and painted, and sundry improvements made. The old uncle, Reynolds, looked on with haughty indifference. | “Let her go on,” he said, sneeringly, as he listened to the plan; “she'll ruin herself in one year—just one year. fl give her that time.” | 7 “Tit engage board there,” said the discomfited Sylvester, “ She can’t refuse me, and I'll take good care if I don’t get her nobody else shall.” “That's right,” said uncle Reynolds, patting his favorite on the shoulder; “ true blue, Syl. Never give up the ship— you'll get her yet.” | im ‘Whether or not because tlie widow was handsome that the house filled up so rapidly, we can not tell; suffice it to say, there was no lack of boarders. There were old men and young men, and it was noticeable that the former always handed their cups to Mrs. Lattison, while the latter passed theirs, if possible, by the hands of pretty Ella. . CHAPTER XII. bah tracey A LITTLE PRAIN TALK. __ | _ “Now, Mr. Henry, it’s no place for ye to be smoking. I don’t allow me own husband to take his pipe here ; so, off wid ye, or ye'll fill all the victuals fall of the nasty smell.” , 3 “Don’t be cross, Bridget,” said the boy, saucily puffing almost in her face. He was a gentlemanly-looking little fellow, and very much like his father. “I say, Bridget, what was that beef a pound ?” sens ea | “ More than you'll airn for a week to come, I’m thinkin’,” said Bridget, angrily. b2 | “Oh, I’m living on my interest,” responded the boy, throw- ing himself on a seat. | ~~“ Livin’ on yer mother’s hard work an’ mine, ye’d better comliclsooks.com