The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1883-03-21
cash 1892 shrieked a female


terror.
/ There were ten cash boys in the store,
and they had been numbered high to
! sound well.
Mr. Bloom peeped around the boxes
at the clock, saw he had ten minutes
more to himself, and opened the paper.
The first thing his eyes lighted upon
was an advertisement of q fine country
seat for sale, and he read it through
the description OF the stables. barns.
bath-tubs, tonser> atory, veranda, lawn
and kitchen garden; the well, the octa-
gon parlors and tho cupola; the tiled
halls and frcscoed ceilings, as though he
intended to buy il for himself that after
| noon.
Then he cast his eye upon an account
OF how Mr.. Mullen had beaten Mrs
Mullen, and been arrested for so doing;
and then he found himself reading a
paragraph to the effect that the heirs OF
Timothy Bloom. of Lancaster, England,
if living. might hear of something to
their advantage by applying to Jones n
| johnson, -- street.
"My name," thought Mr.. Bloom, at
first. Then, with start, he remem-
bered that he had heard his grandfather
was named Timothy. Certainly, he
came from Lancaster. England. His
father, David Bloom, had been an only
son lie was an only son himself.
Well, then, he was Timothy Blooms
heir If il should prove that the Timothy
Bloom inquired for was really his faith.
er's father.
but, oh, pshal" said Mr.. Bloom.
"This sort of thing couldn't happen to
me. It's some other Timothy, not poor
old grand athcr." And he copied the
address OF Jones Il johnson into his
pockct-book, and went back to his
counter quite calmly, though he wrote
TO Jones ~ johnson that night.
However, wonders will never cease.
When Tim Bloom. the mcekest of all
youlr statesmen. went home that Satur-
day evening with deducted salary
and scoding, he found Mr. Johnson
hmscl in his boarding house parlor,
ard an examination OF the family Bible
in Ills possession, and Of a certain bun
die of yellow letters that Mr.. Bloom
had more than once decided to burn,
hut had, fortunately, spared, settled the
matter. llalt million of money had
come to him in the regular course of ma
turc, and he was richer not only than
Mr.. Crabbe, but than any of his most
fashionable customers.
1t was wonderful surprise to little
Tim Bloom, and he scarcely grasped
the idea al first. Even after he told
his chief condant, his landlady' $ ret
ty grand daughter. Mchitable White,
pretty, pink checked, capable damscl,
called IIetty, for short-he only went
SO far us TO think of pair OF patent
leather boots and n diamond cravat.
pin.
lIctty awakened him 10 y full rcaliza-
ton of his changed condition Nv saving,
rather rously, and looking away from
him:
"Of course, graudmas won't suit
| you any longer, Mr.. Bloom, and you'll
never have to go back to Grabbc n Co..
again"
| "By George, never thought of it;
so | sha'n't," said Tim Bloom. "No
more countcr.jumping for me; and If
Mrs White will let me hire the back
parlor, I'll take that. Go away? Not Il"
Not yet; it's too soon,n sal lletty,
to herself; but he'll go when he quite
understands. "
"let me congratulate you, my dear
Mr. Bloom" said Mr.. Crabbc, bowling
ms he parted from the departing clerk
as he did to the carriage customers at
the very store-door. ~ have always
d felt u superiority IN you over the other
young men. / said to my daughter
Relinda, the other day: If it were mi
fer giving oilcnse TO others should ash
Mr.. Timothy Bloom to our little even
j ings. Something of the Prince in dis
. grise about him; but an employer ha!
his duties. They sometimes make hi
r heart ache; but he must perform
them.
Mr. Bloom remembered the placard
over the watcr-cooler: "Cashcs not al
lowed drinks" "a cash who drinks
deducted one-half." and thought that il
Mr.. Crabbe really had heart this must
be true.
Tim Bloom was rich man; but he
had no rich friends as yet The clerks
J ut Crabbo n Co.'S had been always
quarreling amongst themselves, and he
had not known one in private.
The hoardcrs were not sociable;'
he treated them to ice cream several
times, and took Hetty White to con
cert or two.
: He improved his mind in librarie
and museums, and set mp n book-cas
l. oil his own, into which he pu, misce
u laneous assortment of volumes; b'
: when one day he received perfume
II envelope, inviting him to lawn tc
mis- party at Mr.. Crabbe's country sea
he ielt that the designations of d
:; wealthy had just begun for him. j
~ accepted, OF course, and went attlr
t. in perfect style, and looking very we
VI indeed.
K He returned bewildered. Miss Crab
GU was very handsome. She played ai
rs sang and danced, and was stylish.
III She had set her cap .or him. and M
h; Crabbe-yes, actually Mr.. Crabbe = ha
nIainlv allowed MN to see that
III would give his consent to the match.
10 1.-TWO months ago he called me
N .stupid idiot Two months ago h
IS snubbed me. whenever he spoke t
+, me-" thought Tim Bloom; "Yes
+. this is the old story; everybody. every
body, even old Mrs. VIII to, fatterln
l, and bringing to my money. l wonde
a whether Hetty is the same" Ana J
G the seclusion of his own apartment
S, moor. Young Tim Bloom actually 'rle'
fhouo6 Mr.. Crabbe called that evenin
10 and took him to a charming stag part
r. where the guests were principally
ie the dry-goods line, and in every
rection one ears caught the rcmar
t "sold a bill OF goods to man. n
TO where every one scorned to drink al
thing less costly than champagne.
id "You rascal" said the excell'
re father, on the way home, ~ see
ut are afraid to speak, but ! know J
he couldn't keep your eyes off my Bell
last Wednesday"
IT. Gould l hope for your consent
u. She"
cit "My dear boy--ha! ha! ha! Why,