The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1883-05-24
TIMOTHY'S FORTUNE,

Mr.. Timothy Bloom, salesman in MIR.
Crabbe's big retail drygood's store, was
stealthily eating his lunch in dusty
corner amongst some empty packing
boxes. 1t was not 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
ior, had just been abusing him for per-
mitting a 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.
That was 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 n
row of decorated corset-boxes above his
head, and taking his idea from the
winged infant pictured upon them, re-
marked, under his breath:
II wish | was q cherub."
At this moment, even as the wish hut-
| tered up to the corset-boxes, little boy,
about three feet high, bearing on his
bosom badge with the enormous num-
ber 1889, came around the counter, and
fixed his enormous pathetic eyes on MIR.
Blooms glass of water.
II say, Mr.. Bloom" he whispered
pathetically, "won't you give ne just a
mouthful of that water? Mr.. Crabbe
says us cashes amt to have no drinks,
and I'm chokin'."
Mr.. Bloom smiled pitifully at the
child, forlorn widows assistant bread
winner, and said mildly, as he held OF,
the glass:
Here, Johnny, take half. I'd let you
have it all if we were not limited 20 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 brick Mr..
Bumps hit me lick when asked him.
Here. have the paper7 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 1897 shrieked female voice
"Cash! Cashr'
'It's Miss Pringle. 1 must co." whis
pered Johnny, and sped away in terror
There were ten cash-boys in the store
and they had been numbered high tc
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 eye lighted upon was
An advertisement of fine country sea-
for sale. and he read it through-tht
| description of the stables, barns, con
| servatory. yerandah, lawn, and kitchel
| garden; the well, the octagon parlors
and the cupola; the tiled halls and fres
coed ceilings, as though he intended tt
| buy it for himself that afternoon.
| Then he cast his eye upon an accoun
of how Mr.. Mullen had beaten Mrs
| Mullen, and been arrested for so doing
and then he found himself reading
paragraph to the effect that the heirs o
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, a
first. Then. with start, he remem
bered that he had heard his grandfathe
was named Timothy. Certainly, h
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,
it should prove that the Timothy Bloom
inquired for was really his father
father
"But, oh, pshaw!'' said Mr.. Bloom
"This sort of thing couldn't happen t
me. It's some other Timothy, not poo
old grandfather" And he copied tn
address of Jones and johnson into hi
pocket-book, and went back to his coun
ter quite calmly, though he wrote /
Jones and johnson that night.
However, wonders will never cease
When Tim Bloom, the meekest of a.
young statesmen, went home that Satur
day evening with a deducted salary an
a scolding, ne found Mr.. johnson him
self in his boarding house parlor, an
IN examination of the family Bible i
his possession, and of certain bundl
of yellow letters that Mr.. Bloom ha
more than once decided to burn, bu
had, fortunately, spared, settled the maj
ter.
Half million of money had come
him in the regular course of nature. an
he was richer not only than Mr.. Crabbt
but than any of his most fashiOnabl
customers.
It was a wonderful surprise to littl
| Dlooo, H., DnI =
idea at first
Even after he had told his chief COZ
fdante, his landlady's pretty CRANE
daughter, Mehitable White-a pretty
pink-cheeked, capable damsel, calie
Hetty, for short-he only went so far {
to think of pair of patent-leather boo
and diamond cravat pin.
Hetty awakened him to a full realiz:
ton of his changed condition by sayir
rather seriously, and looking away frol
him:
"Of course grandma's won't suit 70
any longer, Mr.. Bloom, and you
never have to go back to Crabbe an
CO. $ again"
"By George! I never thought of i
!; so shan't, " said Tim Bloom; mo MOI
! counter jumping for me, and If Mr.
White will let me hire the back parlol
I'll take that. Go awayp not I!''
Mot yet, it's too soon," said Hetty
herself, "but he'll go when he quite III
derstands
''Let me congratulate you, my de;
: Mr.. Bloom,'' said Mr.. Crabbe, bowin
as he parted from the departing clerk ,
he did to the carriage-customers at tt
very store door. Il have always see
superiority in you over the 9TH
young men. 1 said to my daught'
Belinda the other day: If it were n
for giving offense to others l should as
= Mr.. Timothy Bloom to our little eve
ings. Something of the prince in di