The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1883-07-27
TIMOTHY's FORTUNE.

boxes. 1t was not a very good lunch,
and warm as the day was, he had but
one glass of water to drink with it.
A very mild. pleasant-looking young
fellow was Timothy Bloom, with eyes
like pretty girls and fair hair parted
down the middle; but he was rather
doleful at this moment, for Crabbe, SEN
LOT, had just been abusing him for per-
mitting lady,who was not to be suited
by mortal salesman, to get off without
buying anything, and had likewise in
formed him that he had been five sec
onds late that morning and would in
consequence be fined ON Saturday even
ing.
Thatwas not pleasant and Mr.. Crabbe's
manner was not pleasant, and the dusty
corner and the stale sandwich were not
pleasant And who can wonder that
poor Timothy Bloom, looking up at
row of decorated corset-boxes above his
head, and taking his idea from the
winged infant pictured upon them, re-
marked, under his BREATH
Il wish l was cherub."
AT this moment, even as the wish fiut-
tered up to the corsef-boxes, little boy,
about three feet high, bearing on his
bosom badge with the enormous num-
Der 1889, came around the counter, And
fixed his enormous pathetic eyes on Mr..
Blooms glass of water.
II say, Mr.. Bloom" he whispered
pathetically, ''won't You give me Just a
mouthful of that waterP Mr.. Crabbe
says US cashes amt to have no drinks,
and I'm chokin'."
Mr.. Bloom smiled pitifully at the
child, a forlorn widows assistant bread
winner, 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 exceed the
permission.
Thank zee. You're a brick Mr..
= Bumps hit me lick when i asked him.
Here. have the paperp 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 1891" shrieked female voice.
Cash! Cash.
ats Miss Pringle. must 90, whis-
pered Johnny, and sped away in terror.
There were ten cash-bovs in the store,
and they had been numbered high to
sound we'll
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 eye lighted upon was
an advertisement of fine country seat
for sale. and he read it through-the
description of the stables, barns, con-
servatory, verandah, lawn, and kitchen
garden; the well, the oetagon parlors,
and the cupola; the tiled halls and fres-
coed ceilings, as though he intended to
buy it for himself that afternoon.
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, if living,
might hear of something to their advan-
tage by applying to Jones and johnson,
street.
"My NAME" thought Mr.. Bloom, at
first. Then. with n start, he remem-
bered that he had heard his grandfather
was named Timothy. Certainly, he
came from Lancaster. 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.
.sThis sort of thing couldn't happen to
me. It's some other Timothy, not poor
old grandfather. And he copied the
address of Jones and johnson into his
pocket-book, and went back to his coun-
ter quite calmly, though he wrote TO
Jones and johnson that night.
However, wonders will never cease.
When Tim Bloom, the meekest OF all
Young statesmen, went home that Satur-
dav evening with deducted salary and
a scolding. he found Mr.. johnson HIM
self in his clearinghouse parlor, and
an examination of the family Bible in
his possession, and of certain bundle
of yellow letters that Mr.. Bloom had
more than once decided to burn, but
had, fortunately, spared, settled the mat
ter.
Half million of money had come to
him in the regular course OF nature, and
he was richer not only than Mr.. Crabbe,
but than any of his most fashionable
customers. -,
IL was a wonderful surprise to little
Tim Bloom, and he scarcely grasped the
idea at first.
Even after he had told his chief con-
fdante. his landlady's pretty grand
daughter, Mehitable White-a pretty,
pink,cheeked, capable damsel, called
Hetty. for short-he only went so far as
70 think of a pair of patentleather 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