Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-23
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about the property, of course Mrs.
White carried 1t herself to Mr. Blooms
room, and as she handed it in, she saw
him seated beside a table on which
stood tray of delicacies Mr.. Crabhe
was at supper with her boarder.
Excuse me-" said Timothy.
ooh! certainly" said Mr. Crabbe.
Timothy opened the letter. read it,
uttered deep sigh and passed il to Mr..
Crabbe. Mr.. Crabhe read it and turn
I'd pale.
ADO understand it?" said Timothy.
hiding his face.
Your lawyer says the property is
no longer yours; that your grandfath-
er was not the right Timothy Bloom,
and that the real heir will demand a
restoration of what YOU have spent al
ready"
YES. | was right" said Mr.. Bloom.
But, Mr.. Crabbe, after al, shall do
very well. | can 60 back to your store.
and Miss Belinda has quite little for
tune of her own. We can still he hap
py.
Mr.. Crabbe leaped to his feet
sir sirr' he said, this is a great
piece of impertinence, sir. You havn't
spoken to Belinda"
But YOU assured me-" began Tim
othy.
II didn't shrieked Mr.. Crabbe AT
least. | was mistaken. | 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
most incompetent salesman. There is
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 days pud-
ding, sitting one on either side of the
drop-light in the dining-room.
Il shall have to give up the back
parlor,' 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-serving old wretch said
Mrs White. "No matter, Mr.. Bloom.
I'll trust you. Intentions being right,
| never will he hard on my hoarders.
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"
at seemed too sudden to last" said
Mrs. White. II never trusted these
lawyers"
So the good souls comforted him,
and after while, when he asked Het.
ty to take little walk with him, she
consented.
There was a little park on the oppo-
site side of the street, and though the
gates were locked, they walked around
its ratings. Their talk was long and
earnest, and at last Timothy said:
"Well, Hetty, poor as am, will you
promise to marry me some day."
And she had answered, Eyes, Tim,"
very simply and SO it was settled; and
for young man, recently reduced
from afluence to poverty, Mr.. Bloom
certainly looked very happy az they
went home together. But it was only
after Mrs. White had given her loving
consent to his marrying Hetty when
they had enough for bread and butter,
that he made confession:
Il can't keep it to myself any longer,
grandma | wrote that letter myself.
I'm as rich as ever l was, and I've test
ed my friends. Old Crabbe has proven
false and you have proven true. l felt
sure about Hetty all the while; and
when we are married, you must come
and live with us, and there will be no
more hard work and boarders for you
in this world, you dear old soul"