The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1883-11-17
"A CHANGE IN FORTUNE.

per amongst some empty pa~cking-boxes.
It was not a very good lunch, and warm
as the day was, he had but one glass OF
ice.water with it.
A very mild, pleasant-looking fellow
was Timothy Bloom, with eyes like a
pretty girls and fair hair parted down
the middle; but he was rather doleful at
this moment, for Crabbe, senior, had
just been abusing him for permitting a
lady who was not to be suited by mortal
salesman to get off without buying any
thing, and had likewise informed him
that he had been FIVE seconds Late that
morning and would in consequence ''be
deducted an eighth" on Saturday even
ing.
That was not pleasant, and Mr..
Crabbe's manner was not pleasant, and
the dusty corner and the stale sand
witch were not pleasant. And who can
wonder that poor Timothy Bloom look
ing up at q row of decorated corset box
es 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, a little
boy, about three feet high, bearing on
his bosom a badge with the enormous
number 1889, came round the corner,
and fixed his pathetic eyes or Mr..
Blooms glass OF water.
81 say, Mr.. Bloom" he whispered
pathetically, won't you give me just g
mouthful Of that water? Mr.. Crabbe
says us cashes amt to have no drinks,
and Pm choking"
Mr.. Bloom smiled p~itifully at the child
a forlorn widows 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 waters gettin' DEAR" said
Johnny, eagerly swallowing the share
allowed of the cooling draught, but
scrupulously careful not to exceed the
permission.
''Thank'ee. You're a brick. Mr..
Bumps hit me a lick when / asked him.
Here, have the evening paper. A GUS
me to take to mar when | 60 home to-
night. She likes to read the murders,
them things"
Cash 1881" shrieked a female voice.
"Cash! CASH."
Its Miss Prihgle. / must CO." whis-
pered Johney, and sped away In terror.
There were ten cash boys in the store
and they had been numbered hig h so
as to sound we'll.
Mr.. Bloom peered round the corner
at the clock, saw he had ten minutes
more to himself and opened the paper.
The first thing his eye lighted upon was
the advertisement Of a fine country seat
for sale, and he read it ~through-the de-
scription of the stables, barns, bath-tubs
conservatory, veranda, lawn and kitchen
gardens; the well, the tiled hall and
frescoed ceilings, as though he intended
to buy it for himself that afternoon.
Then he cast his eyes on an account
of how Mr.. Mullen had beaten Mrs.
Mullen, and had been arrested for so
doing; and then he found himself read
ing a paragraph to the effect
that the heirs of Timothy Bloom
of Lancaster, England, if living, might
hear something 10 their advantage by
applying to Jones & johnson, Street
"My name," theaght Mr.. Bloom at
first. Then. witha start, he remembered
that he had heard that his grandfather
was named Timothy. Certainly, he came
from Lancaster, England. His father,
W. DhNtA 0lOOAls 10 &oCCAl oA OhiJ 6OEs II
was an only SIN himself. Well, then.
he was Timothy Blooms heir, lift should
prove that the Timothy Blcom men
toned was really his grandfather's
name.
.gGt Oh fsha7wTln said Mr. BBitoon1,
s'This sort of thing couldn't happen to
me. It's some other Timothy, not poor
old grandfather" And he copied the adj
dress of Jones q Johnson into his poke;
book, and went back to his couRter quite
calmly, though he wrote to Jones & John
son that night.
However, wonders will never cease.
When Tim Bloom, the meekest Of all
young men, went home that Saturday
evening with a deducted" salary and q
scolding, he found Mr.. Johnson himself
in the clearinghouse parlor, and on ex-
animation Of the family bible in his pos.
session, and a certain bundle of yellow
letters that Mr.. Bloom had more than
once decided to burn, but had for
tunateiv spared, settled the matter. Hall
a 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 Gus
toners.
1t was a wonderful surprise to little
Tom Bloom, and he scarcely grasped
IhiU iuch u uTSL. Even dlttT u6 udu lOiu
Mischief confidant. his landlady's pretty
granddaughter, Mehitable White. 9
pink-cheeked, capable damsel, called
Hetty for short-he only went so far as
to think of a pair of patent leather boots
and q diamond cravat pin.
Hetty walked him toa full realization
OF his changed condition by saying rath-
er seriously, and looking away from
him:
"Ofcourse, grandma's won't suit you
any longer, Mr.. Bloom and you'll never
have TO 90 back to Crabbe d CO.. again"
NRv Gooroa2 I navar thou0hf ~ IL. sn