The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1883-05-24

lowed drinks. "A CaSn VINO drinks
deducted sixpence,' and thought that
if Mr.. Crabbe really had heart this
must be true
Tim Bloom was rich man, but he
had no rich friends as yet. The clerks
at Crabbe and Co.'S 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, into which he put miscel-
laneous assortment of volumes, but
when one day he received perfnned
envelope, inviting him to lawn-tennis
party at Mr.. Crabbe's country seat. he
felt that the designations of the wealthy
had just begun for him.
He accepted. of course, and went at
tired in perfect style, and looking very
well indeed.
He returned bewildered. Miss Crabbe
was 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. Iwonder wheth.
sr 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 were principally in the
dry goods line, and in every direction
ones ears caught the remark, "sold a
bill of goods to man." and where
every one scorned to drink anything less
costly than champagne.
"You rascal" said the excellent IA
ther, on the way home, 81 see you are
afraid to speak, but l know you couldn't
keep your eyes otfmy Belinda last Wed,
nesday."
Gould L hope for your consent, il
''My dear boy-ha! ha! ha! Why,
ask her and see!' cried Mr.. Crabbe. at
has always been the wish of my heart,
even when you were a poor clerk, and
she don't say l told you) always ad-
mired you-always!'
At nine o'clock, one night, Mrs
Whites door-bell rung, AMI a messen-
ger boy handed in a letter-a big let
ter, with u big seal, and immediate"
on it.
What could it be? Something about
me property, of course Mrs White
carried it herself to Mr. Blooms room,
and as she handed it in, saw him seated
beside q table, on which stood wine and
|. tray of delicacies. Mr. CrabDe was al
supper with her boarder
.:Excuse me-" said Timothy.
''Oh, certainly said Mr.. Crabbe.
Timothy opened the letter, read it,
uttereda deep sigh, and passed it to Mr.
! Crabbe. Mr. Crabbe read it end turned
purple.
.'Do I understand ftp" 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 restora-
ton of all that you have spent already. :"
Eyes. [ was right" said Mr.. Bloom
"But, Mr.. Crabbe, after all, shall do
very well. l will go back to your store,
and Miss Belinda has quite a sufficient
| little fortune of her own. We can still
be happy"
Mr.. Crabbe leaped to his feet.
''Sir! sir!' he said, ''this is a great
| piece of impertinence, sir. You haven't
| spoken to Belinda"
''But you assured me-'beGan Tim
othy.
II didn'tr' 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
| you; and as for the store, you were a
most incompetent salesman. There is
no situation open. Sorry for you, but
- Goodnight, goodnight
"Good-night," said Timothy.
| Then, as the door closed, he took up
the letter and carried it to old Mrs. White,
who, with Hetty as assistant, was seed
ing raisins for next days pudding, sit
ting one on either side of the drop-light
in the dining-room.
81 shall have to give up the back par
lor,'' said poor Timothy. ''And as fol
my half-hall bedroom, 1 don't know how
to pay for that; for Mr.. Crabbe won't
take me back"
''Time-serving old wretchr' said Mrs.
White. mo matter, Mr.. Bloom. I'll
trust you. Intentions being right, ]
never will be hard on my boarders, and
you can keep the parlor until it is hired,
because it more comfortable"
'And try to keep up your spirits,
said Hetty; ''for, after all, money ism I
everything"
at seemed too sudden to last" said
HRS. White. Il never trust these law
yers."
So the good souls comforted him, and
after O while, when he asked Hetty
to take little walk with him, she con-
sented.
There was a little park on the oppo
site of the street and though the gates
were locked they walked around its
ratings. Their talk was long and ear
nest, and at last Timothy said
| "Well, Hetty, poor as l am, will you
promise to marry me some dayP'
And she had answered, Eyes, Tim,
very simply-and so it was settled; anc
for young man, recently reduced from
affiuence to poverty, Mr.. Bloom certain
ly looked very happy as they wen
home together. But it was only wher
Mrs. White had given her loving con
sent to his marrying Hetty when they
had enough for bread-and-butter, tha
he made confessions:
II can't keep it to myself any longer
grandma. | wrote that. letter myself
I'm as rich as I ever was, and I've test
ed my friends. Old Crabbe has prove,
false, and you have proved true. | fel
sure Of Hetty all the while; and wher
we are married you must live with us
and there shall be no more hard worl
and boarders for you in this world, yol
dear old soul!'
After which the reader is to under
stand a wedding and happy life for all
Here is Boston portrait Of the Mar
quis Of Lorne, the Gosrnor General o
, Canada: His countenance, though no
unlike the familiar portraits, had mucI
more of expression and maturity o
thought than they suggested. The we'll
marked features, especially the penetrat
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