The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1853-06-30
TIE BEwTTcHED CLOCK.
BIZ THE OLD 'UN.

About half past eleven clock on Sunday nigh'
human le enyeloped in blue broad cloth might
have been entering Deacon Crypnas D"I
bers kitchen window. The leg was lehoweo'
fpi.lly, by the entire person OF nVe iahkee'
attired in his Sunday go-to-meetn Clothes Ii
was in short. Joe Mayweed who thus burglari-
ously, in the dead of night, won his way INTO
tie deacon's Kitchen.
..Won,ler how much the old deacon made by
prderiu me not to enter his door again z? solllo-
quized the young gentleman. Promised him
Wouldn't, but didn't say nothing about windows
Winders is just as good as doors, if there ain
no nails to tear your tFowSerS onto. wonder II
SalPll come down! The crittcr promised me
I'm afeard TO move about here, cause might
break my shins over somethin nuther, and wake
tLe Of folks. Cold enough 10 freeze Poilsh
bear here. o, here comes Sally"
The baauteous maid descended with pleas
ant smile, and a ta!iow candle, and card OF
Luciftr matches After receiving rapturous
greeting, sue made up a rousing ire In the COOK
ing stove and tiIe happy couple sat down to en-
joy the sweet interchange of VOWS and hopes
i'..t tbs course of true love ran no smoother IN
old BarbcFrJ 5 kitchen than it does elsewhere,
and Joe, who was just making up his mind TO
treat himself TO q kiss, was startled by the voice
of the deacon, her father shouting from his
chamber door:
''Sally what are you getting up in the middle
Of the night for ~
..4ell him it's most morning. whispered Joe.
81 can't tell n hb, said Sally.
''i'il make il truth, ther,' said Joe and run
ming to the huge, old fashioned clock that stood
IN the corner, he sat il ut FIVE.
E'Look al the clock and tell me what time it is, ,,
cried the old gentleman.
..it Is FIVE by the clock" answered Sally, and
corroborating her words the old clock struck
FIVE.
The lovers sat down again and resumed their
conversation. Suddenly the staircase began to
crack.
..Goody gracious it's father
''1T'he deacon! by thunder!'' cried Joe, ''hide
me, Sally"
..Where can i hide you? cried the distracted
girl.
20, know, I'll squeeze into the clock case
and without another word, he concealed him self
in the case, and fastened the door behind him.
The deacon dressed, and sitting himself
down by the cooking stove, pulled out his pipe
lighted it, and commenced smoking deliberately
and calmly.
Five O'clock, en- ?'' said he. Well, / shall
have time smoke three or four pipes, and Tll
so and feed the critters
Hadn't you better feed the critters fust, sir,
and smoke afterwards?" suggested the dutiful
Sally.
No, smokin' clears my head and wakes me
up" answered the deacon, who seemed not a
whit to hurry his enjoyment.
Burr r-r-Whiz-ding-din -ding-ding-went
the clock"
':Tornented lightening,'' cried the deacon,
starting up, and dropping his pipe on the stove,
what creations that?"
Its only the CLOCK striking FIVE! - said Sally
TREMENDOUSLY
'.M!zz ding ding ding! % went the clock
furiousIy.
''Powers of ,narsy!'' cried the deacon. ''Stri-
kin FIVE! it's struck hundred already
deacon Darberry," cried the deacon's better
half, who had hastily robed herself, and now
came plugging down the staircase in tue widest
state of alarm, what is the matter with the
clock ?''
Goodness only knows replied the old man.
''it's been in the family hundred years, and
never did | know it to carry on SO before"
''Thizz! bang bang bang!' went the clock
again.
''It'il burst ITSELF" cried the old lady, she'd
ding Iood of tears, land there won't be moth
ing left of it,
Its bewitched - said the deacon, who re-
tanned laven Of good old New England super
stitiou in his nature. Amy how said he, at
ter pause, advancing r.solutely towards the
clock, "I'll see what's got into it,
go, don't:' cried his daughter, affectonately
seizing one OF his coat-tails, while the faithful
wife clung to the other. ''Don't!' chorused
both the women together.
''Let go my raimenti' shouted the old dea-
con, u ain afeared of the powers of darkness -
But the women would not let go; so the dea-
slipped out of his coat, and while, from the
sudden sensation of resistance they both fell
heavily to the floor, he darted forward and laid
his hand upon the door of the clock case But
no human power could open it Joe was hold
ing inside with a hard grasp. The old deacon
began to be dreadfully frightened He gave
one more tug. An uneurthly.yell as of friend
III distress, burst from the inside and then the
clock case pitched head foremost at the deacon,
fell headlong on the floor. The current of air
extinguished the lamp-the deacon, the old wo-
man and Sally fed up stairs, and Joe Mayweed
eytricatIng himself from the clock, effected his
escUpe in the same way in which he had entered.
The next day all Appletown was alive with
the story of how Deacon Barberry's clock had
been bewitchec, and though many believed his
version, some, and especially Joe Mayweed, af-
fected TO discredit the whole affair, limiting that
the deacon had been trying experiment OF
testing frozen cider, and that the vagaries of the
clock case existed only in distemperated ina
ginatiJn.
However the interdict being taken off, Joe
was allowed to resume his courtng, and won
the consent of the old people to his union with
Sally, by repairing the old clock, till it went as
well ever.
Esa-A delightful story of Kentuckan sympa-
thy is told by a correspondent of the Musical
World. Miss LEHMAN, who has been giving con-
certs at the West, with very i'll success, OWN g
to a succession Of rainy evenings, went to Louis
vile in hope of better fortune. On the evening
of her first concert Il chanced to rain again. and
there were but few present. She vas quite up-
well, and in low spirits. AS she was singing
ssS Geet Home the associations IL racaIlad ord