The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-05-16


eyes
"Do you love me, Mary p
"You know love you, Tim
"l'hen we may just as well-hush,
whats that"
There was a pOrtentous sound Of draw
ing bolts, and rafting latches, in the porch
room beyond-a scraping of heavy boots
along the floor.
"Oh, Tim, its father
"Suppose it is p
"But he mustn't find you here, Tim
Hide yourself somewhere, do!
"What nonsense, Mary" said the young
man, resolutcly standing his ground. Il
haven't come to steal his spoons. Why
should creep away like detected burg
lar?'
For nay sake Tim. If you love me, do
az | say No, IN that closet it is close 10
his bed room not through that window
il is nailed down tight. He Is coming
Here, Tim, quick -
And in the drawing Of breath she had
pushed Timothy Marshall into the square
pendulum case of the tall old clock, and
turned the key upon him. 1t was not q
pleasant place of refuge, inasmuch as his
shoulders were squeezed on either side,
and his head flattened against springs and
Ahcels above, and the air was unpleasantly
close but Tim made the best of matters,
and shook with suppressed laughter in his
solitary prison cell
"Well Jolly scrape to be in thought
Tim. "and no knowing when I'll be out of
it, Mary's shrewd little puss, however,
and can't do better than to leave matters
in her hands"
$50 and haven't gone to bed yet, Mary
/ said Deacon Shermer. slowly unwinding the
/ two yards of wooden scarf with which he
/ generally cncased his throat of an even.
/ ing.
"Not yet, father said Mary, picking up
| the scattered bits of patchwork with glow
| ing cheek. did You have a pleasant
! mecting:'
/ "Well yes" quoth the deacon, reflect
/ lively, sitting down before the fire, greatly
/ to Mary's consternation-sh had hoped he
would have gone to bed at once, according
| to his usual custom-''t was tol'bly pleas
ant Elder IIuskler was there and Elder
Hopkins, and--well, all the church folks.
pretty much. Why how red your cheeks
are, Mary! Tired, amt you? Well, you
needn't sit up for me, my dear; it must be
| getting late
The deacon glanced mechanically round
/ at the clock Mary felt the blood grow
! cold in her veins. "Twenty minutes, past
/ ninc-why, it must be later than that Why,
/ land o Canaan, the old clocks stopped ="
/ rhe old clock had stopped; nor was it Won
/ dcrlul under the circumstances. II wound
| it up this mornin,' I'm sartin,' said the
/ deacon, very much disturbed. at never
served me such trick afore, all the years
| it has stood there. Your Aunt Jane used
to say it was ssign of death or mar
riagc in the family before the year was
out
There WAS II suppressed sound like Il
/ chuckle behind the clock case as Deacon
! Shcrmcr iumblcd on the shelf for the clock
key.
/ These springs must be out of order,
/ somehow" said the deacon, derisively
GLOW scared you look child There amt
| no cause Of being scared | don't put any
faith in your Aunt James old-time supcrsti-
ton. Where, in the name of all possessed,
is that key? | could ha' declared left it in
the case"
isn't it on the shelf, father" asked Mary
guilty conscious that it was snugly repos-
ing in the pocket of her checked Bingham
dress.
mo, nor faint in my pocket neither.
And down went the deacon, sttiiy enough.
on his knees to examine the floor, lest,
perchancc the missing key might have fall
en- there.
"Wcll, never knowcd anything so
strange in all my life said the deacon.
at is strange" ialtered hypocrtical
Mary.
"1'll have a regular search to morrow"
said Deacon Shermer. at must be some
where around.
eyes it must" said Mary trcmulously.
comfy" the deacon went on slowly, re-
a. Al.
don't like to have the old clock stand still a
single night When wake up, You know,
it seems like it was sort o talking to me in
the stiffness" The deacon looked thought
fully at the fiery backlog Mary fidgeted
uneasily about the room, Strengthening table
covers, setting back chairs, and thinking
oh if he only would go to bed
As he sat there his oyelids began to droop
and his head to nod solemnly. Mary's eyes
lighted up with sparkle of hope.
Child, " he said, Strengthening himself
up in the stiil-backed chair, you'd better
90 to bed. I'll sit up while longer till the
logs blrn out.'
'But, father, I'm not sleepy"
go TO bed, my child" reiterated the
deacon, with good humored authority that
brooked no opposition; and Mary crept Out
Of the room, ready to cry with anxiety oil
modification.
OF Tim will only keen ouiet little Will,
longer" She ,hougIt sit,ing on ,h,. stair.
where thn newly risen moon stroamed If
chilly snIendor "Fatber slee,s eo sound
Iv-ond bo is sura In On ~ sleor in his cI,oir
/ could inst steal in and release him n.
ouje,lv 9s possible "
Co.,. ~ -.
o'ie sn' ',iere, her pump fingers ih.er
t n' "i'u l'i uyvs "Aeu orea,nily on lh'
noof, W.Ne All .ne 'i'nc her cars were
s.r"lneu 10 ,Ie UTMOST capacity 10 catci
every souna IN me Kitchen beyond. llark
was that the wan OF the wind' or was
something 10 her literally nearer an'
clearer, res she coulu not be mistaken
now " was "c'"a'IY Shore
Mary rose softly to her feet with renew
ed hope. Surely now was the acccpte,