Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1883-03-02

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, no
came from Lancaster, England. His
father David Bloom, had been an only
son. He was an only son himself.
Well, then, he was Timothy Blooms s
heir, II it should prove that the Timothy
Bloom inquired for was really his faith
er's father.
"But, oh, pshar' said Mr.. Bloom.
"This sort of thing couldn't happen to
me. It's some other Timothy, not poor
old grandfather" And he copied the
address of Jones & johnson into his
pocket book, and went back to his
counter quite calmly, though he wrote
10 Jones " johnson that night.
However, wonders will never cease.
When Tim Bloom. the meekest of all
young salcsmen, went home that Satur-
day evening with deducted" salary
and scolding, he found Mr.. johnson
himself in his boarding-house parlor,
and an examination of the family Bible
in his possession, and of certain bun
die of yellow letters that Mr.. Bloom
had more than oncc decided to burn,
but had, fortunately, spared, settled the
matter. Half million of money had
come TO him in the regular course of ma
ture, 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 at first. Even after he told
his chief confidant, his lan6lady's rret-
ty grand daughter, Mehitable White,
q pretty, pink checked, capable damscl,
called Hetty, for short-he only went
so far as to think of pair of patent
leather boots and diamond cravat-
pin.
Hetty awakened him to full realiza-
ton of his changed condition by saying,
rather seriously, and looking away from
him:
"Of course, grandma's won't suit
you any longer, Mr.. Bloom, and you'll
never have to go back to Crabbe & Co. S
again"
"By George! j never thought of it;
SO sha'n't," said Tim Bloom "No
more counter-jumping for me; and il
Mrs. White will let me hire the back
parlor, I'll take that. Go away? Not In'
mot yet; it's too SOON sail Hetty,
to herself; "but he'll go when he quite
understands. F"
"Let me congratulate you. my deal
MIR. Bloom" said Mr.. Crabbe, bowing
rs he parted from the departing clerl
rs he did to the carriage ge-customers a
the very store-door. 81 have alway.
felt superiority in you over the othe,
young men. / said to my daughter
Belinda, the other day: III it were no
for giving offense to others should asl
Mr.. Timothy Bloom to our little even
ings. Something of the Prince in dis
guise about him; but an employer ha
his duties. They sometimes make hi
heart ache; but he must perform
them
Mr.. Bloom remembered the placar,
over the water-cooler: "Cashes not al
lowed drinks;'' "a cash who drink
deducted one-half," and thought that
Mr. Crabbe really had a heart this mus
be true. ,l.t
; Tim Bloom was n rich man; but h
had no rich friends as yet. The clerk
at Crabbe IL Co.'s had been alway
quarreling amongst themselves, and h
had not known one in private.
| The hoarders were not "sociable !;
he treated them to ice cream severa
times, and took Hetty White to col
! cert or two.
, He improved his mind in librarie
and museums, and set up q book-cas
OF his own, into which he put a misce
laneous assortment of volumes; bl
= when one day he received y perfume
envelope, inviting him to a lawn tel
. mis- party at Mr.. Crabbe's country sea
a he ielt that the designations of til
wealthy had just begun for him. II
n accepted, of course, and went attire
!, in perfect style, and looking very wei
u indeed.
d he returned bewldered. Miss Crabt
j, was very handsome. She played an
u sang and danced, and was "stylish.
She had set her cap for him, and Nj
Il Crabbe-yes, actually Mr.. Crabbe -ha
d plainly allowed him to see that l
would give his consent to the match.
1.-Two months ago he called me
r stupid IDIOT Two months ago l
snubbed me. whenever he spoke
me-" thought Tim Bloom. "Ye
this is the old story; everybody, ever,
body, even old Mrs. Whit te, iiatterin
:, and cringing to my money. / wond'
S whether Hetty is the samep" And
Y the seclusion of his own apartment
: poor, young Tim Bloom actually crie'
!, though Mr.. Crabbe; called that evenin
{ and took him to charming stag part.
i, where the guests were principally
8 the dry-goods line, and in every q
$ rection ones ears caught the remarl
d "sold a bill oil goods to a man., mn
T. where every one scorned TO drink an.
: thing less costly than champagne.
: You rascal, said the excellel
: father on the way nome ~ see yo
: are afraid to speak, but ! know .ye
g couldn Keep your eyes OIL my Bellnt
: last Wednesday"
n Gould l hope Tor your consent,
She WV
"My dear boy-ha! ha! ha! Why, as
:. her and see!" cried MIR. Crabbe.. .
d has always been the wish OF my, hear
: even when you were poor clerk, an
n she (don't say tod you) a6OayS a.