The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-08-07
MisullunQ.
Yankaa Story.

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1.-THE funny oolums in the English paper,
derive more Of their stuff for smiles,
from the journals Of this country, than
from any other source. Ws ind in one
Of them this ludicrous anecdote Of the
'Bewitohed Clock, which was quite new
TO us:
About half.past eleven O'Clock on Sun,
day night, human leg, enveloped In blue
broad cloth, might have been seen en-
tering Deacon Cephas Barherry's kitchen
window. The leg was followed. finally.
by the entire person Of live Yankee, at
tired inhis Sunday go tomoetin' clothes.
1t was, in short, Joe Mayweed who thus
burglariously won his way into the dsa-
cons kitchen.
Wonder how much the old deacon
made by orderin' me not to darken his
doors again. solloG uized the young gem
tleman. Promised him 1 wouldn't, but
didn't say nothin' about winders Win
ders is as goodas doors, ef there amt no
nails TO tear your trousers onto. Wonder
10 SaAy'n coine DOWN. The oDtter prom
ised me. I'm afeard to move about here
cause might break my shins over
somethin' or nuther and wake the old
folks. Cold enough to freeze a Polish
bear here. o, here comes Sally
The beauteous maid descended with a
pleasant smile, tallow candle, aud box
of lucifer matches. After receiving a
rapturous greeting, she made up a rousing
fire in the cooking stove, and the happy
couple sat down to enjoy the sweet in
terchange Of vows and hopes. But the
course Of true love ran no smoother in
old Barberry's kitchen than il does else
where, and Joe, who was Just making Up
his mind TO treat himself 10 a 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 forP
Tell him it's most morning. whis-
pered Joe,
L cant tell fibl' said Sally.
'I'll make it a truth, then, said Joe
and running to tho huge, Old-fashioned
clock that stood in the corner, he set it at
five.
Look at the clock, and tell me what
time it is, cried the old gentleman.
Its Eve by the. clock, answered Sally;
and, corroborating her words the old
clock struck Eve.
The lovers sat down again and resamed
their conversation. Suddenly the stair
case began to oreak 'Goody graciousl
it's father, exclaimed Sally.
The deaeonl by thunderl' cried joe
Hide me SallYp
Where can I hide your cried the
distracted girl.
%, know, said he. I'll, squeeze in
70 the olock-case.' Aud, without another
word, he concealed himself in the case,
and closed the door.
The deacon was dressed, and sitting
himself down by the oooking-stove,
pulled out his pipe, lighted IL, and COM
menced smoking, deliberately and calmly.
Five o'clock, eh9' said he. We'll. l
shall have time to smoke three or four
pipes. and then I'll 60 and feed the crit
teTs.'
'Hadn't you better feed the critters
fust sir2' suggested the dUtiful Sally.
NO. smokin' clears nay head, and
wakes me up. replied the deacon, who
seemed not a whit disposed 90 hurry his
enjoyment.
Bur-r-r-rr,r-whizz-dingl dingl dingl
dingl wont tho clock.
',rormenled lightningP cried the dea-
con, starting up and dropping his pipe on
the stove; 'what'n creations that?'
It's only the clock striking fVel' said
Sally tremulously.
Whizzldingl dingldingl went the olOck
furiously.
Powers Of mercy?" cried the deacon.
'Strikin, fVel It's struck hundred al
ready
Deacon Barberryl' cried the dsacon's
better half, who had hastily robod her
self, and DOW came plunging down the
staircase in the widest state Of alarm,
what Is the matter with the clockg'
Goodness only knows, replied the old
man. It's been in she family these hum
dred years, and never did l know il 20
carry on so afOre.'
Whizzl dingl dingl ding went the
clock again.
'It'll bust ilselfl' cried the old lady,
shedding a food Of tears, and there
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