The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-05-22

| deducted sfxpence, ana InOllgiit tHst
! if Mr.. Crabbe really had . heart thi
must be true.
Tim Bloom was rich man, but h,
had no rich friends as yet. The clerk
at Crabbe and Co. s had been alway
quarreling amongst themselves, and IN
had not known one IN private.
He improved his mind in libraries
and museums, and set up bookcase
of his own, into which he put Ihiscel
laneous assortment of volumes, bu
when one 0aV he received a perfumet
envelope, inviting him to lawn tenni:
party at Mr.. Crabbe's country seat, hi
felt that the designations of the wealth.
had just begun for him.
He accepted. of course, and went nj
iired in perfect style, and looking very
we'll indeed.
He returned bcwildercd. Miss Cra5be
was very handsome. She played ana
sang and danced, and was stylish.
She had set her cap for him, and Mr..
Crabbe-yes, actually Mr.. Crabbe hal
plainly allowed him TO see that he would
| give his consent to the match.
Two months ago he called me a stu
pid idiot. Two months ago he snnbbed
me, whenever he spoke to me, : thought
Tim Bloom
Yes, this is the old story; everybody,
even old Mrs. White, fiattering and
cringing to my money IwondeI wheth-
er lletty is the same9
| And in the seclusion of his own apar; =
ment poor Tim Bloom actually cried :;
| though Mr. Crabbe called that evening
and took him to 81 charming party,
where the guests were principally in the
! dry goods line, and in every direction
ones ears caught the remark, sold n
! bill of goods to a man, and where
| every one scorned to drink anything less
costly than champagne.
'.You rascal" said the excellent IA
| Their, on the way home, Il see YOU are
afraid to speak. but know You couldn't
keep your eyes otfmy Belinda last We'd
nesday'
Gould l hope for Your consent, if
she--''
My dear boy-hai ha! ha! Why,
ask her and sect" 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) always adj
mired you always
At nine o'clock, one night, Mrs.
Whites door-bell rung. and a messen-
ger boy handed in letter-a big. let
ter, with big seal, and immediate
on it.
What could it bao Something about
the property, of course Mrs. White
carried it herself to MIR Blooms room,
beside table, on which stood wine and
a tray of delicacies. Mr.. Crabbe was at
supper with her hoarder
Excuse me. said Timothy.
.'Oh, certainly said Mr. Crabbe.
Timothy opened the letter, read It,
uttered deep sigh, and passed it to MIR.
Crabbe. Mr.Crdbbe read ii and turned
purple.
..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. and
that the real heir will demand a restora-
ton of all that you have spent already"
Yes. was right. said Mr.. Bloom.
But, Mr.. Crabbe, after all, | shall do
very well. | win 90 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! sir!' he said, this is a great
piece of impertinence, sir. You haven't
spoken to Belinda.
othy.
Il didn'tr' shrieked Mr. Crabbe. ..At
least. / was mistaken. | 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 were a
most incompetent salesman. There is |
no situation open. Sorry for you, but |
- Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, " said Timothy,
Then, as the door closed, he took up /
the letter and carried it to old Mrs. White, |
who, with Hetty as assistant, was seed |
ing raisinS for next day pudding, sit
ting one on either side of the drop-light |
in the dining-room.
Il shall have to give up the back par
lor, said poor Timothy. And as for
nv half-hall bedroom. don't know how
to pay for that; for Mr.. Crabbe won't
take me back. >
@'Time-serying old wretch!'' said Mrs.
White NO matter, Mr.. Bloom. I'll
trust you. Intentions being right, |
never will be hard on my boarders, and
you can keep the parlor until it is hired,
because il : more comfortable.
And try to keep up your spirits, -
said Hetty; '-for, after all. money ism
everything,
/
Mrs. White. y never trust these lax
ycrs.
So the good souls comforted him, an
after a while when he asked Heti
to take little walk with him, she con
scented.
There was a little park on the opp
site of the street and though the gal"
were locked they walked around il
ratings. Their talk was long and ea
nest, and at last Timothy said:
We'll, Hetty, poor as / am, viii 70
promise to marry me some day?''
And she had answered, Yes, Tim,
very simply-and So it was settled; am
for young man, recently reduced from
aflluence 10 poverty, Mr.. Bloom certain
" looked very happy rs they wen:
horne together But it was only when
Mrs. White had given her loving con
sent to his marrying Hetty when they
had enough for bread Land butter, that
he made confession:
Il can't keep it to myself any longer,
grandma. | wrote that letter myself.
L IN as rich rs / ever was, and I've test
Ell my friends. Old Crabbe has proved
false and you have proved true. l felt
sure of Hetty all the while; and when +
we are married you must live with Gs,
and there shall be no more hard work
and boarders for you in this world, you
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