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


terror.
There were ten cash boys in the store,
and they had been numbered high to
sound well.
MIR. Bloom pccpcd around tho boxes
Mt The clock. saw he had ten minutes
more to himself, and opened the paper
Inc hrSt thing his eyes lighted upon
was an advertisement Of fine country
seat for sale, and he road it through
the description OF tho stables. barns.
pa'h-tubs, 'onscr atOry, vcranda, lawn
and Kitchen garden; the we'll, the octa
gon parlorS and the Cupoln; the tiled
nails and frcscocd ceilings, rs though he
intended to buy it for himself that after
noon.
Then he cast his eye upor. an account
OF how MIR. Mullen had bcaten Mrs.
Mullen, and been arrested for 80 doing;
and then he found himself reading q
paragraph to the effect that the hors of
Timothy Bloom. of Lancaster, England,
if living. might hear of something to
their advantage by applying to Jones "
johnson, - street.
My name," thought Mr.. Bloom, ut
first. Then, with u start. he rcmem-
bcrcd that he had heard ms grandfather
was named Timothy. Certainly, he
came from Lancaster, England. His
father, David Bloom, had been an only
son. he was an only son himself.
Well, then, re was Timothy Bloom s
heir, il it should pro; g that the Timothy
Bloom inquired for was really his faith
er s father.
but, oh, pshar' said Mr.. Bloom.
Z" This sort of thing couldn't happen to
me. It's some other Timothy, not poor
old grand'athcr." And he copied the
address of Jones Il Johnson into his
pockct-book, and went back to his
counter quite calmly. though he wrote
to Jones u johnson that nrght
However, wonders will never cease.
When Tim Bloom, the mcckcSt OF all
young statesmen, went home that Satur-
day evening with "dcductcd' salary
and Scolding, he found Mr.. Johnson
himSclt in his boarding house parlor.
and an examination of the family Biblo
III his possession, and Of n certain bun
die OF yellow letters that Mr. Bloom
had more than once decided to burn
but had, fortunately, spared, settled the
matter. Halt million of money had
come to him in the regular course OF "a
ture, and he was richer not only than
| MIR: Crabbc. but than any Of his most
fashionable customers.
1t was q wonderful surprise to little
| Tim Bloom. and he scarcely graspcd
| the idea at first Even after he told
his chief confdant. his landIady's ret.
ty granddaughter Mchitable White.
n pretty, pink checked, capable damscl,
called lictty, for short-hc only went
SO far rs to think of pair of patent
leather boots and diamond cravat-
pin.
Hcttv awakened him to full rcalza-
i e L.,
rather 'ero ously. and look NC away from
| him:
| "of course, grandma won't sljt
you any longer, Mr. Bloom, and you'll
never have to 60 back to Crabbc 4 o. s
| again"
| "Bv George! never thought Of it;
SO shan't,' said Tim Bloom mo
| more counter jumping for me and ii
| Mrs White will let me hire the back
parlo I'll take that. Goaway? No, u"
| i'ot yet; it's too soon" sal l!cltv.
to herself; but he'll go whon he quite
understands
Let me con rratulatc you. nv dear
MIR. hloom," said Mr.. rabbc. bowinm.
as he parted from the dep ,rting cIcr.i
rs he ii d To the carria &C customers at
the very S;ore-door. II have alwa y
1eIt superiority In you over the other
young men. | said to nv daughter,
Belinda, the othor day: III it were u /
| for giving OifCnSo TO others | should asIl
| Mr.. Timothy Bloom to our little even
ings. Something OF the Prime" in dis
| gulSc about him; brt an employer has
his duties. They sometimes make II ;
| heart ache but he must per IN
| thcm.' "
Mr.. Bloom remembered the pllcard
over the watcr-cop!cr: 80 ashni not nj
| lowed drnks.' ga cash who drinks
| deducted Onc-half," and thought that ii
| Mr. Crabbc really had heart This must
be true.
Tim Bloom was n r.ch man but he
| had no rich friends as yet. The clerk,
ut Crabbc d Co.'s had been AWAY.
| quarrcling amongst themselves, and il,
had not known one in private.
The h0ardcrS were not "s0ciab blo;'
he treated them to ice cream several
times, and took Hctty v hitc to Il con
| cert or two.
lie improved his mnd in libraries
and museums, and set up II book east
OF his own, into which he pa miSceI.
lanoOuS assortment o. volumes; but
when one day lie rec" we'd u pcrlumcd
envelope, inviting him to lawn ten
mis- party at Mr.. (.Hbbr'S country scat,
| nc .clI lnlJ Inc tlSSlI'l'.OnN III lIlt
wealthy had just begun for him e
accepted, Of course, and went attir"d
in perfect sty lc, and look 'mE very wed.
indeed.
He returned bcw:Idcrcd. Mss Cral be
was very handsome. She play Il and
sang and danced, and was "Sly '.nh >
She had set her cap or him. an" Mr..
Crabbc-ycs, actually Mr.. Crabbc had
plainly allowed nm to see that he
| would give his consent to the match.
"TwO months ago he called me .
stupid IDIOT Two months ago ho
snubbcd mo. W never he SPOKE to
me-" thought Tim Bloom " Yes
this is the old story; everybody, ever -
body, even old Mrs VII tc, ilattrring
and cringing to my money. | wonder
whether Hctty is the same?' And in
the seclusion of his own apartment.
poor, young Tim Bloom actually ricd;
though Mr.. Crabbc called that evening
and took him to Il charming stag part ,
where the guests were prime patty in
the dry-goOds line, and in every iii,
rcctiOn ones ears caught the remark.
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