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

he had no rich friends as vet. The
clerks at Crabbe q Co.'s had been al
ways quafreliIg amGHg 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 a 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 MI.
Crabbe's country seat, he felt that the
dissipation of the wealthy had just be-
gun for him. lie accepted it, of course,
and went attired in perfect style, and
looking very well indeed.
He returned bewildered. Miss Crabbe
was very handsome. She played and
sang and danced and was ''stylish."
She had set her cap for him, and MI.
Crabbe-yes, actually, Mr. Crabbe-had
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 fiattering and cringing
for my money. I wonder whether
Hetty is the same?" And in the
seclusion of his W apartment poor Tom
Bloom actually cried; though Mr.. Crabbe
called that evening and took him to a
charming stage 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, 81 see you are afraid
to speak, but / know you couldn't keep.
your ayes off Belinda last Wednesday"
"Could | hope for your consent If
She"
my dear boy-ha! ha! hal Why ask
her and see!" cried Mr.. Crabbe. 1T
has always been the wish of my heart,
ever when you were a poor clerk, and
she don't you say / told yeu) always adj
mired you-alwaysI"
At nine O'Clock one night Mrs Whites
door-bell rang and a messenger boy
handed in a letter-a big letter with
big seal and Immediately" on it
What could it 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 stood a tray OF
delicacies. Mr.. Crabbe was at supper
with her boarder.
EXCUSE me-" said Timothy.
"Oh! certainly" said Mr.. Crabbe.
Timoihy opened the letter, read it,
uttered a deep sigh and passed it to Mr..
Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read it and turned
pale.
hiding his face.
"Your lawyer says the property is M
longer yours; that your grandfather was
not the right Timothy Bloom, and tina
the real heir will demand q restoration
Of what you have spent already"
"Yes, / was right" said Mr.. Bloom.
"But, Mr.. Crabbe, after all, l sin all do
very we'll / can go back to your store,
and Miss Belinda has quite a little for
tune of her own. We can still be happy"
Mr.. Crabbe leaped to his feet.
"Sirl sir!" he said, ''thisi is q great
piece of impertinence, Sir. You haven't
spoken to Belinda"
"But you assured me''-beganTimothy
81 didn't" shrieked MI. Crabbe. Sat
least, / was mistaken. I came here
with the intention of telling you upon
my word and honor that she can't en-
dure you: and as for the store, you are a
most incompetent salesman. There i:
no situation open. Sorry for you, but
good night. Goodnight"
Goodnight" SAID Timothy.
Then, as the door closed he took UP
the letter and carried it to old Mrs
White, who with Hetty as assistant was
seeding raisins for next DAVIS nndding,
sitting one on either side of the drop
light in the dining-room.
II shall have to give up the back par
Tor" said poor Timothy. "And as for
my half-hall bedroom, / don't know
how to pay for that, for Crabbe won't
take me back"
"Time-serying old wretchp said Mrs
White. "No matter Mr.. Bloom. III
trust you. Intentions being right, ]
never viii be hard on my boarders, and
you can keep the parlor until it is hired,
because it's more comfortable"
And try to keep up your spirits
said Hetty, "for, after all, money isn't
everything"
"It seemed too sudden to last" said
Mrs. White. II never trusted these
LAWYERS"
So the good soul comforted him, and
after a while, when he asked Hetty to
take a walk with him, she consented.
There was a little park .an the opposite
side Of the street, and though the gates
we're locked, they walked around it's
ratings. Their talk was long and earn
est, and at last Timothy said:
well betty, pool as I am, will you
promise TO marry me some day?"
And she had answered, Eyes, Tim,,'
very simply-and so it was settled; and
for q young man, recently reduced from
afiuence to poverty, MI. Bloom certain
ly looked very happy as they went home
White had given her loving consent to
his marrying Hetty when he had enough
for bread and butter, that he made con
tession.
sI can't keen II To mveelf any loncera