The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-10-26
A CHANGE IN FORTUNE.

ASSAA AL JILL.
Crabbe's big retail dry goods store, was
s%tealth;ly eating his lunchin a dusty cor.
e amongst some empty packing-boxes.
1t was not a very good lunch, and warm
"a the day was. he had but one glass Of
ice-water with it.
A very mild, pleasant-looking fellow
was Timothy Bloom, with eyes like a
pretty girls and fair hair parted down
the middle; but he was rather doleful at
this moment, for Crabbe, senior, had
just been abusing him for permitting a
lady who was not to be suited by mortal
salesman to get of without buying any,
thing, and had likewise informed him
that he had been FIVE seconds late that
morning and would in consequence "be
deducted an eighth" on Saturday even.
ing.
That was not pleasant, and Mr..
Crabbe's manner was not pleasant, and
the dusty corner and the stale sand
witch were not pleasant. And who can
wonder that poor Timothy Bloom look
ing up at q row of decorated corset box
es above his head, and taking his idea
from the winged infant pictured upon
them, remarked under his breath:
81 wish l was a cherub."
At this moment, even as the wish
huttered up to the corset boxes, a little
boy, about three feet high, bearing on
his bosom q badge with the enormous
number 1889, came round the corner,
and fixed his pathetic eyes on Mr.
Blooms glass Of water.
II say, Mr.. Bloom" he whispered
pathetically, won't you give me lust a
mouthtul of that water? Mr.. Crabbe
says us cashes amt TO have no drinks,
and I'm choking"
Mr.. Bloom smiled pitifully at the child
a forlorn widows bread-winner, and
SAID mildly as he held out the glass:
Here, Johnny, take half. I'd let
you have it all if we were not limited to
one glass ourselves"
Guess waters gcttin' dear" said
Johnny, eagerly swallowing the share
allowed OF the cooling draught, but
scrupulously careful not to exceed the
permission.
"Thank'ee. You're a brick. Mr..
Bumps hit me a lick when l asked him.
Here, have the evening D A rus-
toner left it or the desk. Save it for
me to take to mar when l go home to-
night. She likes to read the murders.
them things"
Cash lls9!" shrieked a female voice.
"Cashl Cashl"
Its Miss Pri' gle. I must CO." whis-
pered Johney, and ped away in terror.
and they had been numbered high so
as to sound we'll.
Mr.. Bloom peered round the corner
at the clock, saw he had ten minutes
more to himself and opened the paper,
The first thing his eye lighted upon was
the advertisement Of a fine country seat
for sale. and he read it ~through-the de-
scrlption of the stables. barns, bath-tubs
conservatory, veranda, lawn ard kitchen
gardens; the well, the tiled hall and
trescoed ceilings, rs though he intended
to buy it for himself hat afternoon.
Then he cast his eyes on an account
of how Mr.. Mullen had beaten Mrs.
Mullen, and had been arrested for SO
doing; and then lie found himself read
ing, a paragraph. to the effect
that the heirs of Timothy Bloom
of Lancaster, England, if living. might
hear something o their advantage by
applying to Jones 4 Johns9n,wstrest;
first. Then. with a start, he remembered
that he had heard that his grandfather
was named Timothy. Certainly, he came
from Lancaster, England. His father,
David Bloom, had been an on,ys son. He
was In only son himself. Well, then,
he was Timothy Blooms heir, ifitshoulu
prove that the Timothy Bloom men
toned was really his grandfather's
name.
But, oh pshaw!' 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 ad-
dress OF Jones d johnson into his pocket
book, and went back to his couAter quite
calmly, though he wrote to Jones d john
son that night.
However, wonders will never cease.
When Tim Bloom, the meekest of all
young men, went home that Saturday
evening with a deducted" salary and a
scolding, he found Mr.. johnson himself
in the clearinghouse parlor, and on ex-
animation of the family bible in bis pos
session, II a certain bundle of yellow
letters that Mr.. Bloom had more than
nee decided to burn, but had for
tunatelv spared, settled the matter. Half
q million of money had come to him in
the regular course of nature. and he
was richer, not only than Mr. Crabbe.
but than any of his most fashionable Gus.
tomers.
1t was n wonderful surprise to little
the idea at first. Even after he had told
his chief contidant. his landlady's pretty
granddaughter, Mehitable White. q
pink-cheeked, capable damsel, called
Hetty Cor short-he only went SO far as
to think ofa pair of patent leather boots
and q diamond cravat pin.
Hetty walked him to full realization
OF his changed condition by saying rath-
er 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"
"Ry George2 l never thought oIlt; so
l shan't," said Tim Bloom. ne more
counter jumping for me; and if Mrs.
White will let me hire the back parlor r,
I'll take that. Go away? Not l."
"Not yet; it's too soon," said Hetty to
herself "but he'll go as soon as he quite
understands"
Let me congratulate you, my dear
Mr.. Bloom, said Mr.. Crabbe, bowling,
as he parted from the departing clerk,
as he did to carriage customers at the
very store door. II said to my daugll-
ter Belinda the other day, if it were not
for giving offence to others l 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: "Cashes not al
lowed driuks;'' ga cash who drinks de-
Quoted Que. half" and thought that if
Mr.. Crabbe really had a heart this must
be true.
Tim Bloom WAS a rich man; but he
he had no rich friends as yet. The
clerks at Crabbe & Co.'s had been al
-, /, rraljpo ,p,onp thnmCp1yps and