Litchfield enquirer., 1853-08-04
MISCELLANY.
The Bewitched Clock.

"A
dav night, q human leg, enveloped in
blue broadcloth. Knight have been seem
entering Deacon Cephas Barberry s
kitchen window. The leg was folio wed.
finally, by the entire person of live
Yankee, attired in his Sunday 60 to
meetin' clothes. II was. 10 short, Joe
Mayweed, who thus burglariously won
his way into the kitchen. Wonder how
much The old deacon made by orderin'
me not to darken his doors 2 soliloquized
the young gentleman. Promised him
/ wouldn't, but didn't say nothing about
winders. Winders is just as good as
doors eff there amt no nails to tear your
trowsers onto. Wonder if Sally II come
down. The critter promised me. I'm
afeared to move about here, cause / might
break my shins over something anuther,
and wake the old folks. Cold enough
10 freeze Polish bear here. Oh, here
comes Sally
The beauteOus maid descended with a
pleasant smile. tallow candle. and box
Of lucifer matches. After receiving a
rapturous greeting. she made up rous.
ing fire ia the cooking stove, and the
happy couple sat down to enjoy the
sweet interchange OF vows and hopes
But the course of true love ran no
smoother in old Barberry's kitchen than
it does elsewhere, and Joe who was Just
making up his mind to treat himself to a
kiss, was startled by the voice of the
deacon, her father, shouting from his
chamber door: Sally, what are you get
ting up in the middle of the night for 2
TELL him it's most morning., whis-
pered Joe.
L can't tell fb!' said Sally.
'I'll makeit truth, then, said Joe,
and running to the huge old.fashioned
clock that stood in the corner, he set it
at Eve.
Look at the clock and tell me what
time it u.s. cried the old gentleman.
Its FIVE, by the clock answered
Sally; and corroboratiDg her words, the
old clock struck FIVE.
The lovers sat down again and resumed
their conversation. Suddenly the stair.
case began to creak. 'Goody gracious
It's father exclaimed Sally.
The deacon, by thunder!' cried Joe.
Hide me, SallyP
sWhere can ] hide you?' cried the
distracted girl.
'Oh, I know said he. I'll squeeze
into the clock case And without an
other word he concealed himself in the
case, and closed the door.
The deacon was dressed. and sitting
himself down by the cooking stove. pulled
out his pipe, lighted it. and commenced
smoking deliberately and calmly. Five
O'Clock, ell said he. Well. shall have
time to smoke three or four pipes, and
then I'LL 20 and feed the critters
Hadn't You better feed the critters
FIRST. SIR suggested the dutiful Sally.
mo; smokin' clears my head and
wakes me up,' replied the deacon, who
seemed not whit disposed to hurry bis
enjoyment.
Burr-r-r-wh izz-ding ding! ding
ding went the clock.
sTormented lightning 7 cried the dea,
con, starting up. and dropping his pipe
on the stove, .wbat'n creations that 2
It's only the clock striking FIVE? said
Sally, TREMENDOUSLY.
Whizz ding! ding !! ding! went the
clock furiously.
powers Of marcy I cried the deacon
'Strikin' Eve! it's struck hundred
already
deacon Barberryp cried the deacon''
better bali. who had hastily robed herself
and now came plunging down the stair
case in the widest state Of alarm
whats the matter with the clock 2
Goodness only knows, replied thu
old man. It's been in the family these
hundred years, and never did know ]
to carry on so afore.'
Whizzl ding ding weat The clocl
again.
.It'll bust itself 7 cried the old lady
shedding food Of tears. and there
won't be nothing left OF it.
It's bewitched!' said the deacon, VIII
retained heaven of good old New Eng
se'A S~POloeAstOn IA uiO uutubCs AuI
how, said he. after q pause, advancin!
resolutely towards the clock, I'll se
what's got into it.
30, DON'T cried his daughter, seizin.
one of his coat tails, while his wife clun,
to the other. Don'tp chorussed boil
the women together.
Let 60 my raimeut.' shouted the oil,
deacon. / Amt afeared Of the powers q
Darkness
But the women would not let GO; q
the deacon slipped out Of his coat, AMI
while, from the sudden cessation Of re
sistance, they fell heavily on the floor
he darted forward, and laid his haut
upon the clock case. But no humaI
power could open it. Joe was holding
It inside with . death grasp. The oil
deacon began to be dreadfully frightene'
-hs gave one more tug. An unearthl,