The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-05-09

longer, Mr.. Bloom, and you'll never have tt
go back to Orabbe J. Cos again"
"By George never thought of it so
shan't," said Tim Bloom. "No more eoun
ter-jumping for me; and il Mrs White will
let me hire the back parlor, I'll take that
Go awayg Not II" .tstkf3 =
"Not yet it's too soon," said Hetty, te
herself; "but he'll go when he quite under
stands"
Let me congratulate you my dear Mr..
Bloohi," said Mr. Crabbe, howing, as he
parted from the departing clerk as he did to
the carriage-customer at the very store
door. 81 have always felt superiority in
you over the other young men: I said to
my daughter, Belinda, the other day: IF
1t were not for giving offense to others,
should ask Mr.. Timothy Bloom to our little
evenings. Something of the prince in dis
guise about him; but an employer has his
duties. They sometimes make his heart
ache; but he must perform them"
MIR Bloom remembered the plaeard over
the water-cooler: Cashes not allowed
drinks :" a cash who drinks deducted one
hslf, 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
& Co.'S had been always quarreling amongst
themselves, and he had not known one in
private.
The boariers were not socable ; but he
treated them TO ice cream several times, and
took Hetty White to concert or two.
He improved his mind in libraries and
museums, and set up bookcase of his
own, into which he put a miscellaneous as
sortment of volumes; but when one day he
received a perfumed envelope, inviting him
to lawn tennis party at Mr.. Crabbea
Of the wealthy had just begun for him.
He accepted, of course, and went alfred In
perfect style, and looking very we'll, indeed.
He returned bewldered Miss Crabbe
was very handsome. She played and sang
and danced, and was stylish" She had
set her cap for him, and Mr.. Cratbe--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 stupid
IDIOT Two months ago he snubbed me-
whenever he spoke to me-" thought Tim
Bloom. Yes, this is the old story every
body, everybody, even old Mrs. White,
dattering and cringing to my money.
wonder whether Hetty is the same ? And
in the seclusion of his own apartment poor,
young Tim Bloom actually cried; though
Mr.. Crabbe called that evening and took
him TO cha >ding stag party, where the
guests were principally in the dry goods
line, and in every direction ones ears caught
the remark, sold bill of goods to man,"
and where every one scorned to drink any
thing less costly than champagne.
"You rascal" said the excellent father, Oh
the way home, az see You are afraid to
speak, but know you couldn't keep your
eyes off my Belinda last Wednesday,
"Gonld hope for yom consent, II
she"
"AIy dear boy-ha ha In, Why, ask
her and see - cried Mr.. Cra5be. at has
always been the wish of my heart, even
when you were poor clerk, aud she, don't
say told yoW always admired you-AI'
wAYsi"
At nine o'clock, one night, Mrs. Whte'a
door-bell rang, and a messenger boy handed
In letter--a big letter, with big seal, and
"immeaiate" on It, What could it BET
Something about the property, of course,
Mrs. White carried il herself to Mr.. Blooms
room, aud, al she handed it in, saw him
seated beside table, on which stood wine
and tray of delicacies. Mr. Crabbe was
OF supper with her boarder.
"Excuse me, said Timothy.
"Oh certainly" said Mr.. Crabbe.
Timothy opened the letter, read it, ut
tered deep sigh, aud passed it to Mr..
Crabbe. Mr. Crabbe read it and turned
purple.
"Do I understand ii - said Timothy,
hiding his race.
"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 II restoration of all
that you have spent alrendy.'
eyes, | was right" said Mr. Bloom.
"But Mr. Crabbe, after all, shall do very
well. can go back to your store, and
Miss Belinda has quite sufficient little
fortune of her own. We can still be hap.
py."
Mr.. Crabbe leaped to his feet
"Sir! sir" he said, "this is great
piece of impertinence, sir. You haven't
spoken to Belinda"
"But you assured me-" began Timothy.
AZ didn't !" shrieked Mr. Crabbe. "At
least, was mistaken. / came here with
the intention of telling you, upon my word
aud honor, that she can't endure you; and
as for the store, you were most incompe-
tent salesman. There is no situation open.
Sorry for you. but Goodnight. Good
night"
"Good-n night" said Timothy.
Then, as the door closed, he took up his
letter and carried ii to old Mrs. White, who,
with Hetty as assistant, was seeding raisins
for next days pudding, sitting one on either
side of the drop-lght in the dining-room.
~ shall have TO give up the back parlor."
said poor Timothy. "And as for my half.
hall bedroom, don't know how to pay for
that for Mr. Crabbe won't take me back"
"l'ime-serying old wretch" said Mrs.
White. "No matter, Mr.. Bloom. I'll
trust you. Intentions being right, l never
will be hard on my boarders, and you can
keep the parlor until II is hired, because it's
more comfortable"
"And try 10 keep up your spirits" said
Hetty; "for, after all, money isn't every
thing"
sit seemed too sudden to last" sale
Mrs. White. az never trust tb9se law
yers."
So the good souls comforted him, aud
after WHILE when he asked Hetty to take
a little walk with bin, she consented.
There was little park on the opposite
side OF the street, and though the gates were
locked they walked around its railpos.