The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1883-12-06

It was wonderful surprise to little
Tim Bloom, and he scarcely grasped
the idea at first. Even after he told his
chief confdsnt, his landlady's pretty
granddsughte Mehitable White. q
pretty. nk-cheeked. capable damsel.
called Hetty for short, he only went SO
far as to think of pair OF patent leather
boots and diamond cravat pin.
Hetty awakened him to full reaizs.
ton of his changed condition by saying,
rather seriously, and looking away from
him:
"Of course grandma won't suit you
any longer, Mr.. Bloom, and you'll never
have to go back 70 Crsbbe & Co.'s
again"
"By George' never thought Of it;
so I shsnt." said Tim Bloom. mo
more counter jumping for me; and if
Mrs. White will let me hire the back
parlor. I'll take that. Go away? Not l."
mot yet, it's too soon," said Hetty to
herself; ''but he'll 60 when he quite IN
derstAnds."
Let me congratulate you, my dear
Mr.. Bloom" said Mr.. Crabbe, bowling as
he parted from the departing clerk as he
did to the carriage customers at the very
store door. II have always felt super
iority in you over the other young men.
I said to my daughter Belinda the other
day, If it were not for giving offence to
others, should ask Mr.. Timothy Bloom
to our little evenings. Something of the
prince in disguise about him; but an EN-.
ployer has his duties. They sometimes
make his heart ache, but ne must per-
form them"
Mr.. Bloom remembered the placard
over the water cooler, "Cashes not al
lowed drinks; . cash Who drinks deduct.
ed one-half," aud thought that if Mr..
Crabbe really had heart, this must be
true.
Tim Bloom was q rich man; but he
had no rich friends yet. The clerks at
Crabbe & Co. 8 had been always quarrel
ling amongst 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 Q concert or two.
He improved his mind in libraries and
own, into which he put miscellaneous
day he received q perfumed envelope,
luNltlAk u1m W A0Wu U0oAAo RdIty NJ
Mr.. Crabbe's country seat, he felt that
the designations Of the wealthy had just
begun for him. He accepted it, of
course. and went attired in perfect style.
and looking very we'll indeed.
He returned bewildered. Miss Crabbe
was very handsome. She played and
sang and danced, she was stylish, she
had set her cap for him, and Mr.. Crabbe
yes. actually, Mr.. Crabbe-had plainly
allowed him to see that he would give
his consent to the match.
1.-TWO months ago he called me stu
pid idiot Two months ago he snubbed
me, whenever he spoke to me-" thought
Tim Bloom. Eyes, this is the old story.
Everybody, even old Mrs. White, fatter.
ing and crying for my money. I wonder
if Hetty is the same?" And in tho seclu-
sion of his own apartment, poor Tim
Bloom actually cried; though Mr.. Crabbe
called that evening and took him to Q
charming stag party. where the guests
we're principally in the dry goods line,
and in every direction ones ears caught
the remark, "sold . bill of goods to q
man." and where every one scorned to
drink anything less than champagne.
''You rascal, I" said the excellent father
on the way home, II zee you are afraid
to speak, but I know you couldn't keep
your eyes of nay Belinda last Wednes
day."
Gould I hope for your consent is
she"
my dear boy-ha! ha! ha! Why. ask
her and see" cried Mr.. Crabbe. at has
always been the wish of my heart, even
when you were . poor clerk, and she
(dont say I told you) always admired
you-always!"
At nine O'Clock one night Mrs. Whites
door bell rang and . messenger-boy
handed in letter. big letter, with .
big seal and "immediats" on it. What
could it be? Something about the proer-
ty, Of course. Mrs. White carried It her.
self TO Mr.. Blooms room, and as abe
handed it in, she Jaw him seated beside
table, on which stood wine and Q tray
of delica ,ies. Mr.. Crabbe was ct supper
with her boarder.
Excuse me-" said Timothy.
"Oh, certainly" said Mr.. Crabbe.
Timothy opened the letter. read it.
uttered Q sigh, and passed it to Mr..
Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read 1t and turned
purple.
''Do I understand it2" said Timothy,
hiding his face.
Your lawyer says the money IL NO
longer yours. that your grandfather Wa
not the real Timothy Bloom, and that
the real heir will demand . restoration
Of all that you have spent already"
"YeS I vaa ri0hk" aid Mr. Bl0om