The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-05-17

lyon rascal" seid the excellent fathe,
OH tha waV home ,V.'I see you are s.t,,i
to sneak. butot knew yo,t couldn't iear
yo,ir eyes off my Belinda last Wedness
Could hope fSr your consent
"My dear boy-ha!f ha! ha! WHY. asl
her and see!H cried Mr.. Crabbe' II
has always been the wish of my heart
even when YOU were poor clerk. anG
she 20 {9on' mt; say te15 y0" always ad.
At nine o'clock one night Mrs. Whites
door hell rang aid d messenger boy
handed in letter-a big letter with q
biz seal; and .,'ilnmediately' on it.
What could it be? Something about the
property, Of course. Mrs. White car
r;ei it herself to Mr.. Blooms room, and
as she handed it in she saw him seated
beside q table, on which stood wine and
u tray of delicacies. Mr.. Crabbe was at
supper with her boarder.
"Excuse me-" said Timothy.
ooh! certainly" said Mr.. Crabbe.
Timothy opened the letter, read it,
uttered deep sigh and passed it to Mr..
Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read it and turned
purple.
"bo understand, it," said Timothy,
hiding his face.
"Your lawyer says the property is no
longer yor1rs-that your grandfather was
not lie right Timothy Bloom. and that
the real he will demand a restoration
of all that YOU have already spert.'
Eyes, L was right" said Mr.. Bloom.
''But Mr.. Cfabbe, after all, shall do
very we'll. / can 90 back to your store,
and Miss Belinda has quite sufficient
little fortune of :her own: We can still
Mr.: Crabbe leaped to his feet.
'Sir sir!" lie said, "this is a great
piece of impertinence, sir. You haven't
But you assured me-" began limo
thy:
II didn't" shrieked Mr.. Crabbe. 'At
least, was mistaken. [ came here
with the intention OF telling you upon
my word and honor that she can't en-
dure you; and as for Tie store, you
were a most incompetent salesman.
There is do situation open. Sorry for
you, but-good night. Good night
Good night" said 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 pud-
ding, sitting one on either side of the
drop light in thcsdining room.
II shall have to give up the back par
lor," said poor Timothy. "And as for
my half hall bedroom. don't kno " how
to pay for that; for Mr.. Crabbe won't
take me back"
''Time serving old wretch?' said Mrs.
White. "No matter, Mr.. Bloom. IN
trust you. Intentions being right, I
never will be hard on by boarders, and
you can keep the parlor until it is hired.
because its more comfortable"
"And try TO keep up your spirits' said
Hetty "for, after all, money isn't every
thing"
ut seemed to sudden to last" said
Mrs. White. 81 never trust these law
yers."
So the goo,l souls comCorted him, and
after while, when he asked LEFTY to a
take little walk with him she consented.
There was little park on the oppo-
site side Of the street, and though the
gates we're locked they walked around
the ratings. Their talk was long and
earnest, and at last Timothy said:
'WelI, 1letty, poor as l am, will you
promise to marry me some day"
And she had answered, eyes, Tim,"
very simply--and so it was settled; and
for young man recently reduced from
attlueDce to poverty. Mr.. Bloom GER
tainly looked very happy..as they went
home together. But it was only when
Mrs. White had given her loving con-
sent to his marrying Hetty when they
had enough for bread and butter, that
he made confessions:
II can't keep it to myself any longer.
grandma. l wrote that letter myself.
Pm as rich as | ever was, and I've tested
my friends. Old Crabbe has proven
false and you have proven true. I felt
sure about Hetty all the while ;and when
We are married you muat live with rs,
and there shall be no more hard work
and boardecs for you in this world, you
dear old SOUL"