St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1883-03-10

1 say MT. Bloom, ne whispered,
pathetically, won't you give me just a
mouthful of that waterp Mr.. CrabEe
says us cashes amt to have no drinks,
| and I'm chokin'.''
4 Mr.. Bloom smiled pitifullv at the
child. a forlorn widows bread winner,
| and said mildly, as he held out the
| glass:
Here, Johnny, take half. I'd 1t
! you have it all if we were not limited to
one glass ourselves. y
/ Guess water is gettin' DEAR said
johnny, eagerly swallowing the share
allowed of the cooling draught, but
scfupulously careful not to exceed the
permission
Thank zee. You're brick. Mr..
Bumps hit me lick when ] asked him.
Here, have the paper? A customer left
it on the desk. Save it for me to take
home to mar when go home tonight
She likes to read the murders and them
things
Cash 1892 shrieked female
voice. ..Cash! Cashr'
Its Miss Pringgle. I must CO."
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
4 was an advertisement of fine country
seat for sa q, and he read it through
the description OF the stables, barns,
bath-tubs, oonserN atory, veranda, lawn
and kitchen garden; the well, the octa-
gon parlors and the cupola; the tiled
halls and frescoed ceilings, as though he
intended to buy it for himself that after
noon.
Then he cast his eye upon an account
of how Mr.. Mullen had beaten 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.
9. My name, thought Mr.. Bloom, at
first. Then, with a start, he remem-
bered 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 faith
ers father.
But ohs psha!' said Mr.. Bloom.
t'This sort of thing couldn't happen to
me. It's some other Timothy, not poor
| old grand Eather'' And he copied the
address of Jones & johnson into his
| pocket-book, and went back to his
counter quite calmly. though he wrote
to Jones Il johnson that night
However. wonders will never cease
When Tim Bloom. the meekest of all
young statesmen, went home that Satur-
day evening with a deducted salary
and a scolding, he found Mr. johnson
himself in his clearinghouse parlor,
ard an examination of the family Bible
in his possession, and of a certain bum
die Of yellow letters that Mr.. Bloom
had more than once decided to burn,
but had, fortunately, spared, settled the
matter. Half a million Of money had
come to him in the regular course of ma
tire, and he was richer not only than
Mr.. Crabbe, but than any Of his most
fashionable customers.
1t was a wonderful surprise to little
Tim Bloom. and he scarcely grasped
the idea at first Even after he told ,
his chief confdant, his landlady's nret-
ty grand daughter, Mehitable White,
a pretty, pink-cheeked, capable damsel,
called Hetty, for short-he only went
SO far as to think of pair of patent
leather boots and a diamond cravat-
pin.
Hetty awakened him to full realiza-
ton of his changed condition by saying,
rather seriously. and looking away from
him: 5s. 4,..... 5 = ..ss'4
'sOf course, grandma won't suit |
you any longer. Mr.. Bloom, and you'll |
never have togo back to Crabbe u Co.'s /
again. 2
By George! I never thought of it;
so shan said Tim Bloom mo
more counter jumping for me; and if |
Mrs. White will let me hire the back
parlor, I Il take that. Go away? Not I!''
:. Not yet; it's too soon,r sail Hetty.
to herself; but he II go when he quite
understands y
= Let me congratulate you, my dear
Mr.. Bloom, said Mr.. Crabbe, bowling.
as he parted from the departing clerk
as he did to the carriage customers at
the very store-door. II have ALWAYS
felt q superiority in you over the other
young men. ] said to my daughter,
Belinda. the other day: II it were not
for giving ofense to others should ask
Mr.. Timothy Bloom to our little even
ings. Something of the Prince in dis
guise about him; but an employer has
his duties. They sometimes make his
heart ache; but he must perform
them = y Il
Mr.. Bloom remembered the placard
over the Water-cooler: Cashes not al