The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-05-31

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I'VE man in Mr.. Crabbe's big r
LtsS tail dry goods store, We
S6c09 stealthily eating his lunch
a dusty corner amongst some empt
packing boxes. 1t was not a ver
good lunch, and warm as the ola
was, he had but one glass of lc
water to drink with it.
A very mild, pleasant-lookin
young fellow was Timothy Bloom
with eyes like a pretty girls, an
fair hair parted down the middle
but he was rather doleful at tina
moment, for Crabbe, senior, ha,
just been abusing him for permit
ting a lady, who was not to b
suited by mortal salesman, to ge
off without buying anything, ant
had likewise informed him that b
had been five seconds late tina
morning and would in consequence,
she deducted an eighth" on Satur
day evening.
That was not pleasant, and Mr.
Crabbe's manner was not pleasant
and the dusty corner and the stale
sandwich we're not pleasant. AnC
who can wonder that poor Timothy
Bloom, looking up at row o
decorated corset boxes up above his
head, and taking his idea from the
winged infant pictured upon them
remarked, under his breath:
81 wish | was a cherub."
At this moment, even as the wish
huttered up to the corset boxes, q
little boy, about three feet high,
bearing on his bosom badge with
the enormous number 1889, came
around the counter, and fixed his
pathetic eyes on Mr.. Blooms glass
of water.
81 say, Mr.. Bloom" he whispered,
pathetically. "won't you give me
just mouthful of that water? Mr..
Crabbe says us cashes amt to have
no drinks, and Pm chokin.''
Mr.. Bloom smiled pitifully at the
child, a forlorn widows bread-win-
ner, and said mildly as he held out
the glass:
Here, Johnny, take half. I'd let
you have it all if we were not limited
to one glass ourselves"
"Guess water is gettin' dear"
said Johnny, eagerly swallowing the
share allowed of the cooling draught,
but scrupulously careful not to ex-
coed the permission.
"Thank zee. You're brick. Mr.
Bumps hit me lick when 1 asked
him. Here, have the paper? A
customer left it on the desk. Save
it for me to take home to ma when
l go home tonight. She likes to
read the murders and them things
what
Cash 1882 shrieked a female
voice. "Cash Cashv
cts Miss Pringle. 1 must 60"
whispered Johnny, and sped away
in terror.
There were ten cash boys in the
store. and they had been numbered
high to sound well.
Mr.. Bloom peeped around the
boxes at the clock, saw he had ten
minutes more to himself, and opened
the paper. The first thing his eyes
lighted upon was an advertisement
of fine country seat for sale, and
he read it through-the description
of the stables, barns, bath-tubs,
conservatory, veranda, lawn and
kitchen garden; the well, the octa-
gon parlors and the rupola; the
tiled halls and frescoed ceilings, as
though he intended to buy it for
himself that afternoon.
Then he cast his eye upon an &C
count of how Mr.. Mullen had bea-
ten Mrs. Mullen, and been arrested
for so doing; and then he found
himself reading a paragraph to the
effect that the heirs of Timothy
Bloom of Lancaster, England, if
living, might hear of something to
their advantage by applying to
Jones q johnson, - street.
my NAME" thought Mr.. Bloom,
at first. Then, with a start, he re-
membered that he had heard his
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, he
was Timothy Blooms heir, if it
should prove that the Timothy
Bloom inquired for was really his
fathers father.
"But, oh, pshawr said Mr.. Bloom
'EThis sort Of thing couldn't happen
to me. It's some other Timothy
not poor old grandfather" And he
copied the address of Jones d John
son into his pocket book, and went
back to his counter quite calmly
though he wrote to Jones & John
son that night.
However, wonders will never
cease. When Tim. Bloom thu
meekest of all young statesmen, wen
home that Saturday evening with ;
''deducted'' salary and a scolding
he found Mr.. johnson himself il
his boarding house parlor, and al
examination of the family bible il
his possession, and of a certain
bundle of yellow letters that Mr.
Bloom had more than once decidet
to burn, but had, forum ately, spar
ed, settled the matter. Half a mil
lion of money had come to HIM il
the regular course of nature, and b
was richer not only than Mr.. Crabbe
but than any of his most fashion
| able customers
1t was a wonderful surprise t
little Tim. Bloom, and he scareel
grasped the idea at first. Eve
after he told his chief confident, hi
landlady's pretty granddaughter
Mehitable White, a pretty, pink
checked, capable damsel, Gale
Hetty, for short-he only went s
far as to think of a pair of patent
leather boots and a diamond cravat
pin.
Hetty awakened him to a fu
realization of his changed conditio
by saving, rather seriously, an