Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 9: what you’re looking at

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THE LATTISONS. ae ite white; “no, not cut, but run the net-hook clear through bone and all, and you ought to see how it’s bleeding! Do come quick—poor Bumble!” “How you frightened me, Arty, with your extravagance ! | You know how wrong it is to make things seem worse than they are.” This the sister said, as she hurried along by the side of the child, keeping up with her nimble feet. “ Well, what could 1 do? there it was bleeding and bleed- ing, and just as he was going to tell.me a story, too—one of his splendid stories, all about ghosts, you know—and—there, see ; it’s bleeding now.” “ An’ sure, Miss Arty, there’ sno need 0’ scaring the young lady; it’s nothing, Miss, but a flesh-woun’ through the bony part of the finger, an’ iVJl stop whin Providence plazes.” The young girl went up the shore a little way, and-returned in a moment with thick rolls of cobweb, which she had found in the bushes, and which soon stanched the blood that had been flowing so freely. | _“ An’ it’s many thanks I owe ye,” said the man, “By me faith, there’s goings on at the Grove, sure.” Coraline turned in the direction he pointed. She could. see two persons on horseback, riding from the house. A gay plume streamed from the hat of the lady, and the gentleman . beside her bestrode a magnificent black horse, whose sides shone glossily as he came leisurely on. | “T heard that the Lattisons were coming,” said Coraline. “ They must be a part of the family, come over to look at the premises.” “They are riding this way,” said Arty. Coraline walked slowly toward the water, apparently un- observed, while Arty, who thought of nothing long, began tossing up the sand again, and teasing Bumbledyhum for a story. “ Well, I don’t know any story, then, except about the Lattisons,” said the man, who ‘was at work upon the net again, holding the finger, upon which an immense black bunch was now visible, very carefully. “Ob! what is it about them?” queried Arty, watching the coming. figures very curiously. “Whist! take your eyes over this way; it’s nothing I> ae Comicizooksrcom :