The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-10-26
plainly allowed h,mto see that he would

plainly allowed himto see that he would
give his consent TO the match.
months ago he called me a stu
pid idiot. Two months ago he snubbed
me Whenever he spoke to me-" thought
I'm Bloom. Eyes. this is the old story,
everybody, everybody, even old Mrs.
White tattering and crinsins
i1r my. money. I wonder whether
Hetty. is the same?" And in the
secluslon ofhisow apartment poor Tom
Bloom actua ly cried; though Mr.. Crabbe
called that evening and took him to a
charming stage party. where the guests
were principally in the dry goods line,
and in every direction ones ears caught
the remark, "sold a bill of goods to a
man."
You rascal" said the excellent fother
on the way home, 81 see you ara AFRAID
TO speak, but know you couldn't keep
yonr eyes Oft Belinda last Wednesday,"
Could l hope for your consent if
my dear boy-ha! ha! ha! Why ask
her and sec" cried Mr.. Crabbe. at
has always been the wish of my heart,
even when you were a poor clerk, and
she Don't you say told you, always adj
mired you-always!'
at nine o'clock n night Mrs Whites
door.bell rang and a messenger boy
handed in a letter-a big lette. with a
big seal and Immediately" on it.
what could 1t be? Something about the
property Of course. Mrs. White carried
it herself to Mr.. Blooms room, AMI as
she handed it in, she saw him seated
beside u table on which stood a tray OF
delicacies. Mr.. Crabbe was at supper
with her boarder.
Excuse me-" said Timothy.
"Oh! certainly" SAID MIR. Crabbe.
limo by opened the letter, read it,
uttered a deep $ oh and passed it to Mr..
Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read it and turned
pale.
"Do l understand it," said Timothy,
hiding his face.
Your lawyer says the property is no
longer yours; that your grandfather was
not the right Timothy Bloom, AMI that
the real heir will demand a restoration
d what you have spent Already"
Yes, was right" said Mr.. Bloom.
but, Mr.. Crabbe, after all, I shall do
cry we'll can go back to your store,
ana Miss Belinda has quite a little for
tune OF her own. We can still be happy"
MT. GRADING leaped to his teet.
."Sir! sir!" he said, "thisis n great
piece of im~pertinence, sir. You haven't
spoken to Belinda"
nbutyou assured me''-beganTimothy.
Il didn't" shrieked Mr.. Crabbe. cat
ieast, l 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 the store, o are n
most incompetent salesman. There is
no situation open. Sorry tor you, but
good night. Goodnight"
Good night" SAID Timothy.
Then, rs the door closed he took I'D
Inc letter and carried it to old Mrs.
White, who with Hesty as assistant was
seeding raisins for next days pudding,
sitting n on either side of the drop
light in he dining-room.
,or ~ ! s sn have to give up the back par
my half-hall bedroom, / don't know
how to pay for that, for Crabbe won't
take me back"
"Iime-serving old wretch" said Mrs.
White. "No matter Mr.. Bloom. pn
trust You; Intentions being right, ]
never Will be hard on my boarders, and
you can keep the parlor 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"
1t seemed too sudden to last" said
Mrs. White. 81 never trusted these
lawyers"
So the good soul comforted him, and
after a while. when he asked Hetty to
take a walk with him, she consented.
There was a little park on the opposite
side of the street, and though the gates
were locked, they walked around its
ratings. Their talk was long and earn
est, and at last Timothy said:
"Well Hetty, boo as I am, will you
promise to marry me some day?"
And she had answered, Eyes, Tim,'
very simply-and SO it was settled; and
for a young man, recently reduced FROM
a%ttluence TO poverty, Mr.. Bloom certain
ly looked very happy as they went home
together. But it was only after Mrs.
White had given her loving consent to
his marrying Hetty whenhe hid enough
for bread and butter, that he made con-
1~ession.
81 can't keep it to myself any longer,
grandma, | wrote that letter myself. Pm
as rich rs ever l was, and I've tested my
friends. Old Crabbe has proven false
and you have proven true. 1 felt sure
about Hetty all the while; and when we
are married, you must come and live
with us, and there will be no more hard
work and boarders for you in this world
you dear old soul.