The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-03-02

father, David Bloom, had been an only
son. He was an only son himself
Well, then, he was Timothy Blooms
her, if it should prove that the Timothy
Bloom inquired forwas really his faith
er's father. s
but, oh. pshap' said Mr.. Bloom.
"This sort Of thing couldn't happen to
me. u S some other Timothy, not poor
OLD grand 'ather' And he copied the
address of Jones & johnson into MS
pocket-book, and went back to his
counter quite calmly. though he wrote
4 to Jones & johnson that night.
However, wonders will never cease.
When Tim Bloom. the meekest of all
young statesmen, went home that Satur-
day evening with deducted salary
and a scoldihg, he found Mr.. Johnson
himself in his boarding house parlor.
and an examination of the family Bible
in his possession and of certain bun
/ die of yellow letters that Mr.. Bloom
had more than once decided to burn.
but had, fortunately, spared, settled the
matter. Hall million of money had
I come to him in the regular course Of ma
ture, and he was richer not only than
Mr.. Crabbe, but than any of his most
fashionable customers.
1t was wonderful surprise to little
Tim Bloom, and he scarcely grasped
the idea at first. Even after he told
his chief confdant, his landlady' S rret-
ty grand daughter, Mehitable White,
pretty, pink-cheeked, capable damsel,
called Hetty, for short-he only went
SO far as to think of pair of patent
leather boots, and diamond cravat-
i pin.
Hetty awakened him to full realiza-
ton of his changed condition by saying,
rather seriously, and looking away from
him:
"Of course, grandmas won't suit
you any longer, Mr.. Bloom, and you II
never have to go back to Crabbe & Co.'s
again"
"By George! never thought of it;
SO | sha'n't," said Tim Bloom "No
more counter-jumping for me; and if
Mrs. White will let me hire the back
parlor, I'll take that, Goaway? Not In'
Not yet; it's too soon,'' sal Hetty,
to herself; 'but he'll go when he quite
understands (" III
"Let me congratulate you, my dear
Mr.. Bloom" said Mr.. Crabbe, bowling,
as he parted from the departing clerk
as he did to the carriage customers at
the very store-door. l''I have always
felt superiority in you over the other
young men. I said to my daughter,
Belinda, the other day: 8 If it were not
for giving offense to others should ask
Mr.. Timothy Bloom to our little even
ings. Something of the Prince in dis
guise about him; but an employer has
his duties. They sometimes make his
heart ache; but he must perform
them. - @
Mr.. Bloom remembered the placard
over the Water-co0ler: "Cashes not al
lowed drinks" ga cash who drinks
deducted one-half, ard thought that if
Mr.. Crabbe really had a heart this must
be true.
Tim Bloom was a rich man; but he
had no rich friends as yet The clerks
at Crabbe q Co.'S had been always
quarreling amongst themselves, and he
had not known one in private. .s
The hoarders were not ''sociable'
he treated them to ice cream several
times, and took Hetty White to a con-
cert or two. ..-..Is .a.s.ss 4
He improved his mind in libraries
and museums, and set up bookcase
OF his own, into which he put miscel-
laneous assortment of volumes; but
/ when one day he received perfumed
envelope, inviting him to lawn ten
mis- party at Mr.. Crabbe's country seat.
he cit that the designations of the
wealthy had just begun for him. He
accepted, of course, and went attired
in perfect style, and looking very well,
indeed
He returned bewildered. Miss Crabbe
was very handsome. She played and
sang and danced, and was 80 stylish. y
She had set her cap for him, and Mr..
Crabbe--yes, actually Mr.. Crabbe had
plainly allowed him to see that he
would give his consent to the match.
1.-TWO months ago he called me a
stupid IDIOT Two months ago he
snubbed me, whenever he spoke to
me- thought Tim Bloom. eyes,
this is the old story; everybody, every
body, even old Mrs. White, tiattering
and cringing to my money. / wonder
whether Hetty is the same?" And in
the seclusion of his own apartment,
poor, young Tim Bloom actually cried;
though Mr.. Crabbe called that evening
and took him to charming stag, party,
where the guests were principally in
the dry-goods line, and in every di-
rection ones ears caught the remark,
''sold bill of goods to a man, and
where every one scorned to drink any
thing less costly than champagne.
"You rascal said the excellent
father, on the way home, 81 see you
are afraid to speak, but | know you
couldn't keep your eyes off my Belinda
last Wednesday," s.
4 Gould hope for your consent, if
She
''My dear boy ha! ha! ha! Why, ask
her and see!n cried Mr. Crabbe. at
has always been the wish of my heart,
even when you were poor clerk, and
she (don't say | told you) a!a0ays adj
mired you always" t.a
At nine O'Clock, one night, Mrs.
White door bell rang, and amessenoer
boy handed in letter-a bio letter.
with big cal, and "immediate'' on it,
What could it be? Something about the
property of course. Mrs. White car
ried it herself to Mr.. Bloom room, and
as she handed it in saw him seated be
side table, on which stood wine and a
tray of de ieacies. Mr.. Crabbe was at
supper with her boarder.
''Excuse me- sal Timothy.
"Oh 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.
'Do l 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 a restora-
ton of all that you hive spent al
ready"
Yes, l was right, said Mr.. Bloom.
"But Mr.. era be, after all, I 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 leaped to his feet.
Sir! STRIP he said. s'ths is a great
piece of impertinence, sir You haven't
SnOken to Felinda -