South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1884-03-28
a Change 4 Fortune.

Mr. Crabbe's big l6taif dry goods
store, was stealthily Safing his lunch
10 dnsty corner an ng Come empty
boxes. It was not fefy good ;unch,
aud warm as the da4 was, be had but
one glass Of ioe waf& with Il.
A very mild bleasant-lookinx
young fellow was Timothy Bloom with
eyes like q pretty girl's and fair hair,
parted down the middle bat he was
very doleful at this moment, for
CrAbbe. senior, had nst been abusing
him for permitting lady, who was
not to be suited By mortal salesman,
to 60 of without buying ANYTHING.
and had likewise informed him that
he had been FIVE seconds late that
morning, and, in Consequence, would
'be deducted accordingly on Saiur.
day evening. @
This was not pleasant, and the dus-
ty corner and the stale sandwich were
not pleasant. And who can wonder
that poor Timothy Bloom, looking up
at row of decorated corset boxes O.
YER his head and taking his idea from
the winged infant pictured upon them,
remarked under his breath
Il wish / was cherub.'
AT this moment, even as the wish
huttered up to the corset boxes, lit
tic boy, three feet high, bearing Oh
hls bosom Badge with tho enormous
number l,1S9 came around the cor.
ner and fixed his pathetic eyes on Mr..
Blooms glass of water.
Il say, MIR. Bloom he whispered,
pathetically, won't you give me just
mouthful of that watert Mr.. Crabbe
says US cashes amt to have no drinks,
and I'm u chokin.'
Mr.. Bloom looked pitifully at the
child, forlorn widows breadwinner,
and said mildly as he held out the
glass:
Here, Johnnie. take half. I'd Let
You have it all five were not limited
to one glass ourselves
Guess waters getting dear said
johnny, eagerly swallowing the share
allowed of the cooling druught, but
scrupulously careful not to exceed the
permission.
'Thank'ee. You're brick! Mr..
Bumps hit me n lick when asked Kim.
Here, have paper? A customer left
1t OH tie desk. Save it for me to
take home to night to ma. She likes
tc read the murders and them things
-
Cash 1882 sLrieked a female
voice, Cash! Cash =
Its Miss Pringle; I must 90
whispered johnny, and sped away in
terror.
There were ten cash boys in the
store and they had teen numbered to
sound high.
Dir. Bloom peeped around the box
IS at the clock, saw be had ten min.
utes more to himself and opened the
paper. The first thing his eyes lighted
upon was the advertisement of a fine
country seat for sale and he read it
through-the description of the sta
bles, barns, bathtubs, conservatory.
yeranda, lawn and kitchen, garden
the we'll, the tiled. hall and fires .oed
ceilings-as though he intended to
buy it for himself that afternoon.
Then lie cast his eyes upon mn ac-
count of how Mr.. Mullen had beaten
Mrs. Mullen, and had been arrested
Tor so doing; and then he found him.
self reading a paragraph 10 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
flrst. Then, with start, he remem-
bered that The had heard that HE
grandfather's name was Timothy.
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, if it shout
prove that the Timothy Bloom inonir-
ed for was really his fathers father!
ooh, pshawp said Mr.. Bloom
This sort OF thing couldn't happen to
me. It's some other Timothy, not
poor old grandfather And he co.
pied the address of Jones & johnson
into his pocketbook and 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 home that Sa.
turday evening with deducted salary
and scolding he found Mr.. johnson
himself in the clearinghouse parlor.
and an examination Of the family Ri.
bic IN his possession, and of certain
bundles OF yellow letters tina. Mr..
Bloom bad moro than once decided
to burn, but had fortunately spared.
settled the matter. Half million of
money had come TO him in the regu-
lar course of nature, and no was rich
er, not only than Mr. Crabbe. but
than any of the fashionable custom.
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