Beadle's Half Dime Library, No. 89 — page 1: what you’re looking at

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4_- D.. i it! Y i? we .? mitts < , ‘ he = AX EEA ANT A TA erent ad mare NUMAN WO DANN ruil pte wll ADK ewaany ve ALAUAY HY Mt i | al i PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY Island Ti im; The Pet of the Family. A St e Story of a Haunted Boy aril a Piinktein Father. BY BRACEBRIDGE HEMYNG, AUTHOR OF “JACK HARKAWAY,” ETC., ETO. CHAPTER I. THE RICH TRAMP. ‘Tt is utterly impossible that I can allow this | thing to continue.” ‘* My dear sir—” ‘‘J have been complaining for over a year.” ‘* My good friend—” ‘* Ah! pshaw! no redress.” Fe a4 r Py ade Pay Sr 4 w. : ‘pass igh £1 rc zs * a % te ao ’ a ra es ene o ere Oe Se eS es : . ox * wt J Ae EGR 5 TSE ft Ge Mpeg a sa 3 ote pee a a *3i 9 po fly i we fr | hm <4 —_ ) a! Tal TO amet in 1879 et BEADLE AND ADAMS. No. 988 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. ab assure you, sir, I will do all that lies in my wer. ‘* It must be e-em The speakers glared at one another. The first one like an aggressive tiger, the second like a stag at bay. They were near neighbors, living on Jersey City Heights; one was Mr. Silas Mandragon, who, being childless and a great student, only liked children when he was in the humor to talk and play with them. The other was Mr. Dimity, a rich merchant, who had two children, a boy and a girl. Mr. and Mrs. Dimity made an idol of Dick, their eldest son, who, at the age of sixteen, was the idlest and most impudently mischievous ai = in Jersey City. ‘his is saying a great deal! Mr. Mandragon was an object of Dick Dim- _ity’s especial “dislike. All his choicest tricks were played at Mr. Mandragon’s expense, and ne - ee BLE nes rase : way yy Yyy mc My a nt!!! nt ot nS BEADLE AND ADAMS, Pree Cl a [ Ne ‘Go EXONS me 8, ckphind Price, 5 Cents. over and over again that gentleman had com- plained to Mr. Dimity. The latter had always promised to ‘see into it” and ‘‘ talk to the boy.” This, however, did not improve matters, by = means. istead of growing better, Dick, if possible, became worse; age did not bring reformation : and, as for shame, it did not seem to be a word to be found in Dick’s vocabulary. Something of an outrageous nature had evi- dently recently occurred, or Mr. Mandragon would not have sought Mr. Dimity, with pallid cheek and fiery eye. There was a brief pause. ‘Come, now,” exclaimed Mr. Dimity, “‘let us talk reesonabl y. ‘‘T am talking reasonably, sir,” answered Mr. Mandragon. ‘** What has he done?” ‘What hasn’t he done?” “Say, STRANGERS,” HE CRIED, ‘‘CAN I HAVE A WARM AT YOUR FIRE?” CONNIE KSA(eoOlnn