The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-03-22

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At nine o'clock, one night, Mrs.
Whites door bell rang. and u messenger
boy handed in o letter--a big letter,
with big cal, and ''immcdiate' on it.
What could it be? Something about tho
property OF course. Mrs Whit car.
ried IL herself TO Mr.. Bloom room, and
as she handed it in saw him seated be-
side table, or VIII. .ch stood wine and
tray of de- ioacies. Mr.. Crabbe was at
supper with her boarder.
"EXcuse me-" sal Timothy.
"Oh! certainly" said MIR. Crabbe.
Timothy opened the letter. read it,
Mr.. Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read it and
turned purple.
"Do / understand itP'' said Timothy,
hiding his face.
'Your lawyer says the property s no
longer y0urs-that your grandfather
was not the right Timothy Bloom, and
that the real heir will demand res ora
tion OF all that you hive spent al
ready" 49,.
Yes. I was right" said Mr.. Gloom.
"But, Mr. Cra' be, after all, J shall do
very well. can 60 back to our tore,
and Miss belinda has quite II su ccnt
little fortune of her own. We can still
be happy"
MI. Crabbe leaped TO his feet.
Sir! Sir?' he said. this is great
pleco OF impcnmence. sir. You haven'S
spoken to Rclinda."
but you assured me-" bean Tim
othy.
II didn't" shrickcd Mr.. Crabbe.
at least. was mistaken. ! came here
with the intention Of telling you upon
my wo d and honor. that she cant on
dnre you rs Tor the store. Nou were
n most incompetent salesman. There
is no situation open. Sorry for you,
Good. night. Goodnight."
"Good-night." sa d Timothy.
| Then, as the door cOscd, he to- k I'D
his letter and carried it to oil Mrs
White, who, with Hctty rs assistan
was Scodng raisins for next days pud-
ding, sitting one on either side Of tho
drop-light i'll the dining-room.
81 shall have to gi,o up the back
parlor," said poor Timothy. "And as
for my halt hall bedroom, | don't know
how to pay for Mdt; Ior Mr.. Crabbe
won't take me back"
"Time-Sc1ving old wretch" said
Mrs. hite. "No matter. MIR. Bloom.
I'll trust you. Intentions bcin right,
l never will be hard on my boardors,
| and you can keep the par,or until it is
hired, because it's moro comfortable"
And try TO keep up your spirits"
| said lletty; "fOr, after all, money isn't
everything"
at seemed too sudden to last said
| Mrs White. Il never trust these law
yerS."
SO the good souls oomforted him,
and ter while, whom he asked Hctty
to take little walk with him. she con-
| Scntcd.
There was n little park on the OPP
| poSite side of the street, and though
the gates were locked they walked
and earnest, and at last Timothy said:
"Well, llctty, poor as am, will you
| promise TO marry me some dayP'
nd she had answered, Eyes, Tim"
very simply and so it was settled; and
Tor Young man, recently reduced from
all ucnce TO poverty, Mr.. Bloom certain
ly looked very happy rs they went homo
together But it was only when Mrs.
" hitc had given her loving consent to
his marrying Hctty when they had
enough for bread and butter, that he
made confession:
% can keep It to myself any longer,
grandma. | wrote that letter myself
I'm as rich as | ever was, and Pve
tested my friends. Old Crabbc has
proven false, and you have proven true.
l felt sure about Iletty all the while;
and when we areanarried you must live
with us, and there shall be no moro
hard work and boarders for you in this
world. you dear old soul"
| After which the reader is to under
stand wedding and n happy life for
e'l--JinrY Knic DatlaS. im a. y Lcd9cr.