The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1884-04-08

" Let me congratulate you, my dear
Mr. Bloom," said Mr.. Crabbe, bowing as
he parted from the departing clerk as he
did to the carriage customers at the very
store door 81 have always felt a supe-
riority in you over the other young men.
| said to my daughter Belinda the other
day: If it were not for giving offence to
others, should ask Mr.. Timothy Bio IN
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, tut he must perform
them"
Mr.. Bloom remembered the placard
over the water cooler, "Cashes not al
lowed drinks; cash who drinks deducted
onc-haf," and thought that if Mr.. Crabbe
really had heart, this must be true.
Tim Bloom was a rich man but he had
no rich friends as yet. The clerks at
Crabhe Il Co.'S had been always quarrel
ing among themselves, and he had not
known one in private
The boardeTS were not "sociable;" he
treated them to ice-cfeam several times,
and took Hetty Whit 10 a concert or two.
lie improved his mnd in libraries and
museums, and set up a bookcase of his
own, into which he put miscellaneous
assortment of volumes hut when one
day he received a pcrtumed envelope, in
vltlng him to a lawntennis party at Mr..
Crabbe's country seat, he felt that the dis
sipationS of the wealthy had just begun
for him. He accepted it, of course, and
went. attirrd IN perfect style, and looked
very well indeed.
He returned bewildcred. Miss Crabbe
was very handsome. She played and
sang and danced, aud was "stylish;" " she
had set her cap for him, and Mr.. Crabbe
bad plainly allowed him to see that he
would give his consent to the match.
Two months ago he called me stu
pid IDIOT. Two months ago he Snubbed
me whenever he spoke to me, thought Tim
Bloom. g Yes, this is the old story. Ev
crybody, even old Mrs White, fattering
and trying for my money. | wonder if
IIe,ty i the same" And in the seclusion
"i" his own apartment, poor Tim Bloom
actually cried.
Mr.. Crabhe called that evening and
took him to a charming stag party, where
the guests were principally in the dry
line, and in every direction ones ears
caught the remarks, 3" sold bill of goods
10 a man." and where every one scorned
to drink anything less than campaigne.
"You rascal" said the excellent father,
on the way home, L" | see you are afraid
to speak. but | know you couldn't keep
vour eyes off my Belinda last Wednes-
lav"
"Could hope for your consent if 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
(1on't say | told vou) always admired
voll-- ALWAYS :"
At 9 o'clock one night Mrs. Whites
handed in letter-a big letter, with a
big seal and immediate" o: it. What
could it be? Something about the prop
ertv of course Mrs White carried it
herself to Mr. Blooms room, and as she
handed it in she saw him seated beside
table, on which stood wine and a tray of
delicacics Mr.. Crabbe was at supper
with her boarder
Excuse me-" said Timothy
Oh. certainly" said Mr.. Crabbe
Timothy opened the latter, read it,
uttered a sigh, and passed it to Mr..
Crabbe. Mr.. Crabbe read it and turned
purple.
"Do | unders, and it % said Timothy
hiding his face
Your lawyer says the money is no
longer yours, that your grandfather was
not the real Timothy Bloom, and that the
real heir will demand a restoration Of all
that You have spent already"
Yes. was right" said Mr. Bloom;
" but, Mr. Crabbe, after all, shall do
well. can 90 back to your store, and
Miss Belinda has quite sufficient little
fortune of her own We can still be
happy"
Mr. Crabbe lcaped to his feet.
"Sir. sir. he said, "this is a great
piece Of impertinence, sir! Iou haven't
spoken to Belinda.
{" But Won assured me began Timo-
thv
ssI didn't: shrieked Crabbe At least,
I was mistaken | came here with the
intention of telling you upon my honor
that she can't endure you and as for the
store, Won were most incompetent sales
man. There is no situation open. Sorry
for Won, ,but-good-nght.'
Good-night," said Timothy.
Then. as the door closed, he took up his
letter and carried it out to old Mrs
White, who, with Hetty as assistant, was
seeding raislns for next DAYS pudding,
sitting one on either side of the drop-light
in the dninc-room
81 shall have to give up the back par
lor," said poor Timothy. "And as for my
halfhall bedroom, don't know how to
paw for that, for Mr. 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 be hard on my boarders, and you can
keep the parlor until it is hired because it
is more comfortable"
And try to keep up your spirits"
said Hettv, "for after all money isn't
everything.
at seemed too sudden to last" said Mrs.
White. "I never trust these lawyers"
So the good souls comforted him, and
after while, when he asked Hetty to
take little walk with him, she consented.
There was park on the opposite side
of the street, and though the gates were
locked they walked around it's ratings.
There talk was long and earnest, and at
last Timothy said:
"Well, IIetty, poor as | am, will you
promise to marry me some day.?