The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-05-09
MISCELLANY
FORTUNES CHANGES.

Mr.. Timothy Bloom, salesman in Mr..
Crabbe's big retail dry goods store, was
stealthily eating his lunch in a dusty corner
amongst some empty packing boxes. It
was not very good lunch, aud warm as the
day was, he had but one glass of ice water
to drink with it,
very mild, pleasant-looking young fellow
was Timothy Bloom, with eyes like pretty
girls, aud fair hair parted down the middle /;
but he was rather doleful at this moment, for
Crabbe, senior, had just been abusing him
for permitting lady, who was not to be
suited by mortal salesman, to get off with.
out buying anything, and had likewise in.
formed him that he had been five seconds
late that morning aud would in consequence
be deducted an eighth on Saturday even
Ing.
That was not pleasant and Mr. Crabbe's
manner was not pleasant, aud the dusty cor.
ner and the stale sandwich were not pleas.
ant. And who can wonder that poor limo
thy Bloom, looking up at row of decorated
corset boxes above his head, and taking his
idea from the winged infant pictured upon
them, remarked, under his breath:
II wish l was a cherub."
At this moment, even as the wish fiuttered
up to the corset boxes, little boy, about
three feet high, bearing on his bosom a
badge with the enormous number 1889,
came around the counter, and fixed his
pathetic eyes on Mr.. Blooms glass of water
81 say, Mr.. Bloom" he whispered pa.
thetically, won't you give me jest mouth.
full of that water? Mr.. Crabbe says us
cashes amt to have no drinks, and Pm
chokin."
Mr.. Bloom smiled pitifully at the child, a
forlorn widows assistant bread winner, aud
said mildly, rs he held ont the glass:
Here, johnny, take half. I'd let you
glass ourselves"
"Guess water Is gettin DEAR" said John
ny, eagerly swallowing the share allowed OF
the cooling draught but scrupulously careful
DOT to exceed the permission.
"Thank zee. You're brick. Mr..
Bumps hit me a lick when l asked him.
Here, have the paper? A customer left it
on the desk. Save il for nae to take home
to mar when l go home tonight. She
likes, to read tho murders and them
things"
"Oash 1882. shrieked female voice
"Cash! CASH."
"Its Miss Pdngle. I must CO." wills.
pered Johnny, and sped away in terror
There were ten cash boys in tue store,
and they had been numbered high TO sound
we'll.
Mr.. Bloom pseped 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 advertise.
ment of a fine country seat for sale, and he
read it through-the description of the sta
bles, barns, bath-tubs, conservatory, veran'
da, lawn, and kitchen garden; the well, the
octagon parlors and tho cupola; the tiled
halls and frescoed ceilings, AS though he
intended to buy it for himoelf 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 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 & johnson, - street.
"My NAME" thought Mr. Bloom. at first
Then, with start, he remembered that he
had heard his grandfather was named limo.
thy. 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, il 1t should prove that the
Timothy Bloom inquired for was really his
fathers father.
"Bnt. on. psha!" said Mr.. Bloom.
"Tbis sort of thing couldn't happen to me.
It's some other Timothy, not poor old
grandfather" And he copied the address
of Jones & Johnson into his pocketbook,
aud went back to his counter quite calmly,
though he wrote to Jones & Johnson that
night.
However, wonders will never cease
When Tim Bloom, the meekest OF all young
statesmen, went homo that Saturday evening
with deducted" salary and scolding
he found Mr.. johnson himself in his board
ing-houss parior, and an examination of the
family Biblo in his possession, and of a GER
tain bundle of yellow letters that Mr.. Bloom
had more than once decided to burn, Blu
had, fortunately, spared, settled the matter.
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.
1t was wonderful surprise to little Tim
Bloom, and he scarcely grasped the idea at
arst. Even after he had told his chief con.
Hdanr, his landlady's pretty granddaughter.
Mehitable White-a pretty, pink-cheeked,
capable damsel, called Hetty for short-he
only went so far as to think of pair Of pa.
tent.leather boots and diamond cravat-
pin.