The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1883-06-28

umes; but when one day he re-
ceiyed perfumed envelope, in
viting him to lawn tennis party at
Mr.. Crabbe's country seat, he felt
that the disipations Of the wealthy
had just begun for him. He ac,
cepted, 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 ''stylish." She had set her cap
for him. and Mr.. Crabbe-yes, ac,
tually Mr.. Crabbe-had plainly
allowed him to see tiat 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. s:Yes,
this is the old story; everybody,
everybody, even old Mrs. White,
fattering and cringing to my
money. | wonder whether Hetty
is the salne?" And in the seclu-
sion Of his own apartment, poor,
young Tim Bloom actually cried ;
though Mr.. Crabbe called. that
evening and took him to a charm
ing 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." and where
every one scorned to drink any
thing less costly than champagne.
You rascal,'' said the excellent
father, on the way home, Il see you
are afraid to speak, bnt l know
you couldn't keep your eyes off my
Belinda last Wednesday,
Gould hope for your consent,
if shc-''
MY dear boy-ha! ha! ha !!
Why, ask her and see!!'' cried Mr..
Crabbe. 1T has always been the
wish of my heart, even when you
were a poor clerk, and she don't
say told YOU Arrays admired yon
-always!'
At nine o'clock, one night, Mrs.
Whites door bell rang, and mes
sengcr boy handed in a letter-a
big letter, with q big seal. and ''im-
mediate 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
beside a table, on which stood wine
and tray of delicacies. Mr.. Crabbe
was at supper with her boarder.
Excuse me- said Timothy.
"Oh 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 I 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
"Yes, was right said Mr..
Bloom. 'But, Mr.. Crabbe, after
all, I shall do very well. I can 60
back to your store, and Miss Belin,
da has quite a sufficient little for,
tune of her own. We can still be
happy"
Mr.. Crabbe leaped to his feet.
"Sir! sir!!'' he said. ''this is a
great piece of impertinence, sir
You haven't spoken to Belinda
':But you assured me- began
Timothy.
q didn't shrieked Mr.. Crabbe
SAT least l was mistaken. I came
here with the intention Of telling
you upon my word and honor, that
she can't endure you; and as fol
the store, you were a most incom'
petent salesman. There is 10 sit.
uation open. Sorry for you. but
Goodnight. Goodnight
Goodnight" said Timothy.
Then as the door closed, he took
up his letter and carried it to old
Mrs. White, who with Hetty as as.
sistant, was seeding raisins for
next days pudding, sitting one on
either side Of the drop-hght in the
dining-room.
Il shall have to give up the back
parlor,'' said poor Timothy. land
as for my half hall bedroom, ]
don't know how to pay for that; for
Mr.. Crabbe won't take me back
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