The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-05-18

/ duties. They sometimes mike bis hear
| ache, but he must perform them.
MIR. Bloom remembered the plaeard
over the water-eooler: ..Cashes not al
/ lowed drinks. "A cash who drinks
deducted siypence, and thought thai
if Mr.. Ciabpe really had heart thi:
must be true.
lin Bloom was rich man, but ne
had no ricii friends as vet. The clerks
| at Crabbe and Co. 3 had been always
quarreling amongst themselves, and he
! had not known one in private
He improved his mind IN libraries
and museums, and set up bookcase
of his own. itlio which he put misceI'
| laneous assortment of volumes, bui
when one day lie received perfumed
envelope, inviting him TO laWn-tennls
party at Mr. Crabbe 9 country seat, he
felt that the designations of the wealthy
lad just begun for Kim.
He accepted. OF course, and went at
.ired in perfect style, and looking very
veil indeed.
He returned bewildered. Miss Crabbe
vas very handsome. She played and
sang and danced, and was .'stylish.
She had set her cap for him, and Mr..
Crabbe-yes, actually Mr. Crabbe-had
plainly allowed him to see that he would
give his consent TO the match.
1.-TWO months ago he called me stu
pid idiot. Two months ago he snubbed
me, whenever he spoke to me, thought
Tim Bloom.
Yes, this IS the old story; everybody,
even old Mrs. White. fattering and
cringing TO my money wonder wheth
er Hetty is the same?"
And in the seclusion of his own apart
ment poor Tim Bloom actually cried;
though Mr.. Crabbe called that evening
and took him to a charming party,
where the guests We're principally in the
dry goods line, and in every direction
ones ears caught the remark, sold
bill of goods 10 a man, and where
every one 5corned to drink anything less
costly than champag enc.
You rascal, said the excellent ia
Their, on the way home, Il see you are
afraid to speak, butt know YOU couldn't
keep your eyes off my Belinda last We'd
nesday.
Gould L nope for your consent, if
She
My dear hoy-ha! ha! ha! WHY,
ask her and see!' cried Mr.. Crabbe. 1T
has always been the wish of my heart,
even when you We're poor clerk, and
SA0 (uOH L say L ttSi1 GU always au-
mired you-aiwayst
At nine o'clock. one night, Mrs
Whites door-bell rung. and a messen-
ger boy handed in letters big let
ter, with big seal and immediate
on it
What could it be? Something about
the property of course. Mrs White
carried it herself to Mr.. Bloom 5 room,
and as she handed il in, saw him seated
beside table, on which stood wine and
tray of delicacies. air. Crabbe was at
supper with her boarller,
Excuse me, said Timothy
''Oh, certainly said MIR. Crabbe-
Timothy opened the letter, read It,
uttered a deep sigh, and passed it to Mr..
Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read it and turned
purple.
do understand itp'' said Timothy,
hiding his face.
Your lawyer says the property is no
longer yours-that your grandfather
was not the right Timothy Bloom, and
that the real heir will demand a restora-
ton of all that you have spent already"
Yes. 1 was right, said Mr. Bloom
EsBut, Mr. Crabbe, after all. shall do
very well. | will go back to your store,
and Miss Belinda has quite a sufficient
lllIIc Vi OWN w e can SUN
be happy"
Mr. Crabbc Ieaped to his feet.
|ESir! sir!'' he said, this is a great
piece of impertinence, sir. You haven't |
spoken to Belinda.
But you assured NEE began Tim |
othy.
Il didn't" shrieked Mr.. Crabbe. AT |
least, was mistaken. | came here with |
the intention of telling you, upon my |
word and honor, that she can't endure |
sou; and as for the store, you were |
most Incompetent salesman. There is |
no situation open. Sorry for You, but |
- Goodnight, goodnight"
Goodnight, said Timothy.
Then, as the door closed, he took up |
the letter and carried il TO old Mrs, White. |
who, with Hetty as assistant, was seed |
ng raisins for next days pudding, sit
ting one on either side of the drop-light |
IN the dining-roon.
Il shall nave 10 give up the back par
or, " said poor Timothy. And as for |
nav half-hali bedroom | don know how
10 pay for that; for mir. Crabbe won
lake me back.
s'Time-seryine old wretch!' said Mrs.
" hite. NO matter, Mr.. Bloom. III |
rust you. Intentions being right, l |
never VIII NC HAItl on III b3ttldC4S ana
Tou can keep the parlor until it IS hired.
because it ; more comfortable
''And Try to keep up your spirits,
'aid Hetty; for, after all, ..el4ey isn
"
..It seemed tnD "a ia - lat, saii
Mrs. White. II never LYlst these las
yers.
So the good souls comfo.ted him, al
after q while. when he asked Heti
to take a little walk with him, she COZ
5ented.
There was little park on the opp
ute of the street and though the gat.
we're locked they walked around il
'ailings. Their talk was long and ea,
nest, and at last Timothy said:
.'Wen, Hetty. poor as | am, will you.
promise to marry me some dayP"
And she had answered, Yes, Tim.
very simply-and so 1t was settled; and
or young man, recently reduced from
affiuence TO poverty, Mr.. Bloom certain
y looked very happy as they went
home together. But it was only when
Mrs. White had given her loving con-
'ent to his marrying Hetty when they
lad enough for bread nd-butter, that
lie made confession;
Il cant keep it to myself any longer,
grandma. / wrote that letter myself.
IN as rich as | ever was, and I've test
I'd my friends Old Crabbe has proved
alse, and You have proved true. / felt
ure of Hetty all the while; and when