The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1883-03-21
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At nine o'clock, one night, Mrs.
Whites door bell rang, and n messenger
boy handed in . letter-a big letter.
with big seal, and immediate" on it.
What could 1t be? Something about tho
property of course. Mrs. White car.
ried II herself to MIR. Blooms room, and
as she handed it in. saw him seated be-
side table, on which stood wine and q
tray of delicacies. Mr.. Crabbe was ct
supper with her boardcr.
"Excuse me-" sal Timothy.
"Oh! certainly" said Mr.. Crabbe.
Timothy opened the letter. read IL,
uttered deep sigh, and passed 1t to
Mr.. Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read it and
turned purple.
"Do understand itp' 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 resiora-
ton of all that you have spent al
ready"
Yes, 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 a sufficient
little fortune Of her own. We can still
be happy"
Mr.. Crabbe lcaped to his feet
"Sir! STRIP he said. "this is great
piece Of impertlnence, sir. You haven't
spoken to Belinda"
But you assured me-" began Tim
othy.
II didn'tn' shricked Mr.. Crabbc.
"At least, was mistaken. came here
with the intention of telling you upon
my wo d and honor. that she can't en-.
dure you; and rs for the store, You were
most incompetent salesman. There
Is no situation open. Sorry for you,
but Good. night. Goodnight"
Goodnight. sad Timothy.
Then, as the door closed, he took up
his letter and carried it to old Mrs.
White, who, with Hetty as assistant
was seeding raisins for next days's pud-
ding, sitting one on either side of the
drop-light in the dining-roOm.
al 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 hat; Tor Mr.. Crabbo
won't take me back"
"Time-sesving old wretchr' said
Mrs. White. mo mater, Mr.. Bloom.
I'll trust you. Intentions being right
/ never will be hard on my boarders.
and you can keep the par!or until it is
hired, because it's more comfortable.
"And try to keep up your spirits"
said Hetty; "for, after all. money isn't
everything"
lit seemed too sudden to last" said
Mrs. White. 81 never trust these law
yers."
So the good souls comforted him.
and after a while, when he asked Hetty
TO take little walk with him, she con-
scented.
There was little park on the OPP
posite side of the street, and though
the gates were locked they walked
around its ratings. Their talk was long
and earnest, and at last Timothy said:
"Well, Hetty, poor as am, will you
promise to marry me some dayP
And she had answered, "Yes, Tim"
very simply and so 1t was settled; and
for q young man, recently reduced from
ail'uence to poverty, Mr.. Bloom certain
ly looked very happy rs they went homo
together. But it was only when Mrs.
White had given her loving consent TO
his marrying Hetty when they had
enough for bread and butter, that no
made confession:
al can't keep it to myself any longer,
grandma. wrote that letter myself
I'm as rich as l ever was, and I've
tested my friends. Old Crabbe has
proven false, and you have proven true.
| felt sure about Hetty all the while;
and when we are married 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 a wedding and happy lifo for
all.-Mary Kyle Dallas. in NJ y Ledger.