The Mineral argus., 1883-11-01

Tim Bloom was n rich man; but he
he had no rich friends as vet. Thu
clerks at Crabbe & Co.'S hal been al
ways quarreling among themselves, and
he had not known one in private.
The boarders were not ''sOciable."
He treated them to ice cream several
times, and took Hetty White TO 4 con-
cert or two.
He improved his mind in libraries and
museums, and set up a bookcase of his
own, into which he put a miscellaneous
assortment of volumes. When one day
he received a perfumed envelope, invi-
ting him TO a lawn tennis party, at Mr..
CTabbe's country seat, he felt that the
dissipation of the wealthy had lust be-
gun for him. He accepted it, Of course.
and went attired in perfect STYLE. and
looking very well indeed.
He returned b~ewildered. Miss Crabbe
was very handsome. She played and
sang and danced and was stylish"
she had set her cap Tor him, and Mr..
Crabbe-yes, actually, Mr.. Crahbe-hld
plainly allowed himto see that he would
give his consent TO the match.
1.-Two months ago he called me a stu.
pid idiot. Two months ago he snubbed
me whenever he spoke to me-" thought
Tim Bloom. "Yes, this is the old story.
everybody, everybody, even old Mrs.
White flatteriny and crinqino
for my money. / wonder whether
Hetty is the same?" And in the
seciusion Of his own apartment poor Tom
Bloom actually cried; though Mr.. Crabbe
called that evening and took him to a
charming sta % 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."
"You rascal" said the excellent fother
on the way home, II see you are afraid
to speak, but l know you couldn't keep
your eyes off Belinda last Wednesday"
Gould hope for your consent if
my dear boy-ha, hal ha! Why ask
her and seel" cried Mr.. Crabbe. at
has always been the wish of my heart.
even when you were a poor clerk, and
she don't you say told you always adj
mired you-alway s!'
At nine o'clock one night Mrs Whites
rang and a messenger boy
handed in a letter-a big lette, with a
big seal and Immediately" on it.
What could il be? Something about the
property of course. Mrs. White carried
it herself to Mr.. Blooms room, and as
she handed it in, she saw him seated
beside a table on which stool a tray OF
delicacies. Mr.. Crabbe was at supper
with her boarder.
Excuse me-" said Timothy.
ooh certainly" said Mr.. Cradle.
limo by opened the letter, read it,
uttered a deep S gh and passed it TO Mr..
.rabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read il and turned
pale.
"Do l understand it," said Timothy,
his face.
your lawyer says the property IS NJ
onger yours; that your grandfather was
not the right Timothy Bloom, ami that
he real heir will demand a restoration
what you have spent already"
Yes, | was right" said Mr.. Bloom.
But, Mr.. Crabbe, after all, | shall do
cry well l can 60 back to your store,
une Of her own We can still be happy"
Mr.. Crabbe ledped to his feet.
Sir! sirl" he said, this is a great
OF impertinence, sir. You haven't
poken TO Belinda"
But you assured Extraordinarily
II didn'J!" shrieked Mr.. Crabbe. cat
east, l was mistaken. / came here
With the intention of telling you upon
ny word and honor that she can't en-. I
Iure you: and as for the store, YOU are a
lost incompetent salesman. There is
10 situation open. Sorry for you, but
God night. Good hight"
Goodnight" SAID Timothy.
Then, rs the door closed he took W
ne letter and carried il to old Mrs.
White, who with Hetty as assistant was
raisins for next DAYS pudding,
one on either side Of the drop
ght in the ~dining-room.
Il snail have 10 give up the back par
said poor Timothy. And as for
~ half-hall bedroom, | don't know f.
to pay for that, for Crabbe won't ,
Ike me back"
"Time-serving old wretchP' said Mrs. I
White. "No matter Mr.. Bloom. III
you. Intentions being right, ] /
ever will be hard on my boarders, and 1
can keep the parlor until 1t is hired, {
it's more comfortable" 4
And try to keep up your spirits"
Iid Hetty, FOR, alter all, money isn't s
7erything,"
1t seemed too sudden to last" said
RS. White. Il never trusted these {
wyers."
So the good soul comforted him, and s
ter a while, when he asked Hetty to n
a walk with him, she consented. n
There was a little park on the opposite q
lie of the street, and though the gates n
ere locked, they walked around its b
ilings. Their talk was long and earn. v
It, and at last Timothy said: "
Well Hetty, oor as ! am, will you u
to marry me some day?' Il
And she had answered, Eyes, Tim,'' ri
simply-and so it was settled; and "
7 a young man, recently reduced FROM d
huence TO poverty, Mr.. Bloom certain 7,
looked very happy as they went home Ii
But il was only after Mrs. "
'hite had given her loving consent to III
5 marrying Hetty when he had enough Il
bread and butter, that he made con- Il
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