The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-05-31
Or. 81 have always felt a superb

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ask Mr.. Timothy Bloom to our littl
, evenings. Something of the prime
! in disguise about him; but an en-
7 ployer has his duties. They some
, times make his heart ache; but h
must perform them"
, Mr.. Bloom remembered the pia
card over the water-cooler: "Cashe
not allowed drinks" ga cash VIII,
drinks deducted one-half," anC
thought that if Mr., Crabbe really
had heart this must be true.
Tim. Bloom was a rich man; bu
he had no rich friends as yet. The
clerks at Crabbe 81 Co.'S had beer
always quarreling amongst them
selves, and he had not known one
in private.
The boarders were not ''sociable;'
he treated them to ice cream severa
times, and took Hetty White to a
concert or two.
He improved his mind in libraries
and museums, and set up a book
case of his own, into which he put
a miscellaneous assortment of vol
umes; but when one day he received
a perfumed envelope, inviting him
to a lawn tennis party at Mr..
Crabbe's country seat, he felt that
the designations of the wealthy had
just begun for him. He accepted,
of course, and went attired in per-
feet style, and looking very well, in
deed.
He returned bewlldered. Miss
Crabbe was very handsome. She
played and sang and danced, and
was stylish" She had set her cap
for him, and Mr.. Crabbe-yes,
actually Mr.. Crabbe-had plainly
allowed him to see that he would
give consent to the match.
1.-TWO month 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,
even old Mrs. White, f1attering and
cringing to my money. 1 wonder
whether Hetty is the same?' And
in the seclusion of his own apart
ment, poor, young Tim Bloom actu-
ally 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 man." and where
every one scorned to drink anything
less costly than champagne.
"You rascal" said the excellent
father, on the way home, 81 see you
are afraid to speak, but 1 know you
couldn't keep your eyes off my
Belinda last Wednesday"
''Could hope for your consent,
if She"
"My dear boy-ha ha! ha! Why,
ask her and see!' cried Mr.. Crabbe.
ct has always been the wish of my
heart, even when you were poor
clerk, and she don't say told YOU
always admired you-alwaysp'
At nine o'clock, one night, Mrs.
Whites door-bell rang and messen-
ger boy handed in a letter-a big
letter, with a big seal, and :'immedi-
ate'' on it. What could it be?-
Something about the property of
course. Mrs. White carried it her
self to Mr.. Blooms room, and as
she handed it in, saw him seated by
a table, on which stood wine and
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 a deep sigh, and passed
it to Mr.. Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read
it and turned purple.
"Do l understand it?" said Tim
othy hiding his face.
"Your lawyer says the property
is no longer yours-that your grand
father was not the right Timothy
Bloom, and that the real heir will
demand a restoration Of all that you
have spent already"
eyes, was right" said Mr.
Bloom. "But, Mr.. Crabbe, after all,
1 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, ''this is a
great piece of impertinence, SIR
You haven't spoken to Belinda.
''But you assured me" began
Timothy.
81 didn'tr' shrieked Mr.. Crabbe,
cat least, was mistaken. 1 came
here with the intention of telling
you upon my word and honor, that
she can't endure you; and as for the
store you was a most incompetent
salesman. There is no situation
open. Sorry for you, but-Good-
night. Goodnight
"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 fol
the next days pudding, sitting one
on either side Of the drop-light in
the DINING room.
81 shall have to give up the back
parlor," said poor Timothy. "And
as for my half hall bedroom, l don't
know how to pay for that; for Mr.
Crabbe won't take me back"
thine serving old wretchp' SAID
Mrs. White. mo matter, Mr.
Bloom, I'll trust you. Intentions
being right, L never will be hard or
my boarders, and you can keep the
parlor until it is hired because it:
more comfortable.
'tAnd try to keep up your spirits,
said Hetty; ''for, after all, money
| isn't everything"
1T seemed too sudden to last,
Mrs. White. Il never trust thes,
lawyers"
So the good souls comforted him
and after a while, when he asked
Hetty to take a little walk with him
she consented.
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