Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-23

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
to Jones & Johnson that night.
| However, wonders will never cease
When Tim Bloom, the meeke,t of all
young men. went homo that Saturday
evening with deducted" salary and
a scolding, he found Mr.. johnson him
self in the boarding house parlor, and
an examination of the family Bible in
his possession, and of a certain bundle
of yellow letters that Mr.. Bloom had
more than once decided to burn, but
had fortunately spared, settled the mat
ter Half a million of money had
come to him in the regular course of
nature, and he was richer, no1 only
than Mr. Crabhe, but than any of his
most fashionable customers.
1t was wonderful surprise tol title
Tim Bloom. and he Scacely grasped the
idea at first. Even after he had told
his chief confdant, his landlady's pret
ty granddaughter, Mehitabel White, a
pretty, pink-cheeked. capable damsel,
called Hetty for Short-he only went
So far as to think of pair of patent
leather boots and a diamond cravat-
pin.
Hetty walked him to a full realiza-
tion of his changed condition by say
ing, rather seriously, and looking away
from him:
"Of course, grandma's won't suit
you any longer. Mr.. Bloom, and you'll
have to 60 back to Crabbe & Co.'S
again"
BY George! | never thought of it;
so l shan't,' said Tim Bloom. NO
more counter jumping for me; and if
Mrs. White will let me hire the back
parlor, I'll take that. Go away? Not L
Not vet; it's too soon," said Hetty to
herself; "but he'll 60 as soon as he
quite understands"
Let me congratulate you, my dear
MIR, Bloom. said Mr.. Crabbe, bowling,
as he parted from the departing clerk,
as he did to carriage customers at the
very store door al always felt SUI
periority in you over the other young
men. | said to my daughter Belinda
the other day: IF it were not for Civ
! ing offence TO others | should ask Mr.
Bloom to our little evenings. Some
thing of the prince in disguise about
him, but an employer has his duties
They sometimes make his heart ache.
but he must perform them
Mr.. Bloom remembered the placard
over the water cooler: "Ca5hes not al
| lowed drinks "a cash who drinks de-
Quoted one-half." and thought that if
Mr.. Crabbe really had a heart this
must he true
Tim Bloom was rich man; but he
had no rich friends as yet. The clerks
at Crabbe & Co.'S had been always
quarreling among themselves, and he
had not known one in private.
The boarders were not "sociable."
He treated them to ice cream several
times, and took Hetty White to a CON
| cert or two.
He improved his mind in libraries
and museums, and set up a bookcase
of his own, into which he put misce-
laneous assortment of Volumes When
one day he received a perfumed envel-
ope, inviting him to lawn tennis par
that Mr.. Crabbe's country seat, he felt
that the designations of the wealthy
had just begun for him. He accepted
it, of course, and went attired in per-
feet style, and looking very well in
deed.
He returned bewildered. Miss
Crabbe was very handsome. She play
ed and sang and danced and was "styl-
ish." 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. eyes, this is the old story;
everybody, everybody, even old
Mrs. White Hattering and cringing for
my money. | wonder whether Hetty
is the same?" And in the seclusion of
his own apartment poor Tim Bloom
actually cried; though Mr.. Crabbe call
ed that evening and took him to
charming 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.
"You rascal" said the excellent
father, on the way home, 81 see you
are afraid to speak, but | knew you
couldn't keep your eyes off my Belinda