The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1880-03-26

wltely ha2lts.
@Pve had terrible dream, Alice"
says, Peter, one day soon after.
" A dream, father?"
+" Yes. that he has, child; he thought
the clock was golden man. puts in
the worthy dame; and to hear the ac-
count Of it, very wonderful man II !
must have been"
tAhl wonderful, indeedP' observes
the tailor, glancing at the clock and /
shaking his head dolefully. 81 shudder
from head 10 foot when think OF itl (
On, that contounded legacyg ne Auus, 7
doubling up his fists and threatening
the poor old clock, as though the yener-
able piece of mechanism could under !
stand his angry menaces. "You ras-
cally peppcr-box ticker, how ! detest
you'll ril- put you out Of my sight,
will, as sure as my name Is Peter Du-
rant. Wait awhile!p M
At this particular moment the chill
dren enter, bawling Justify. @
Hush you noisy clattersP cries the
mother, Grossly; "do you want TO wake
up the baby, you young rebels R
| g The babyW cries the tailor, with
groan. Oh, luckless parent that l am
| Here, one OF Won lads fetch me an Ak e
/ -startlng uT, ana eXcltedly pacing 10
and fro with his shears in his hand.
Gan ak, fatherl What for2" asks
Alice, in alarm.
" To cut od his head.
"Whose head, fatherW
The children have set up a deafening
chorus, and surrounding Peter, ctung
| obnut him IN avery side
seiease me, ye request feel
I heartstrings cracking. Let me so,
saw" he violently roars out.
t'Peterl" Martha says gravely.
Peter, are you taking leave Of your
sensesW
81 ami am, wife," returns the
tailor. " Let me get at him Il ne CON
tinnes, hourishiDg his shears in the
direction Of the clock, the children aii
the while still clinging about him. Some
hang to his knees, others have fastened
upon his arms, others to his legs, and
thus. though he struggles hard 70 Tree
himself from his encumbrances, he is
wholly unable to stir q step.
I. +" Mad mad madi mad z excaims
Martha, wrlnglng ner nahus, IN, my
poor Peter, what is to be done?" She
adds, aside to Alice, "your father
wants to destroy the clock; 1t is pity
to do so, for it would sell for many q
dinner"
By that time the tailor has sunk upon
a chair, quite overcome.
aPll tell you what we'll do,
mother; wen remove it into my little
bedroom" Alice says, softly.
"My dear, it's tremendous weight
, it'll took three mems arms to carry il
, here" .
Why should it be so heavyT'
"Nay, how should / know, childP
/" Ii yexes father to, see it here; the
} sight of it is driving him mad, as you
see, mother; so let us do our utmost 70
} remove it"
s. s. Alice now approaches the clock. Her
: ther is sitting still and quiet, with the
D children all around him. He has his
!, his eyes fixed on the ground, and bis
arms hang listlessly by his side. Hc
t is taking no notice of what is passinl
Z around, him; he seems quite stupefed
. Alice takes the chair, mounts 1T AM
? tries to remove the head Of the clocl
door but cannot do so. She shakes be
!, head. Then she springs off the chaii
and opens the clock door; as she does $
9 piece Of wood is disl0dged, and Shove
q OF gold coins descends, and scatter then
G selves on the floor before the astonishe
eyes of all.
!; Sovereignsl sovereigns sovereigns !
T. cry mother and daughter in a breatf
: {" Sovereigns in twenties, in fttles, l
q hundreds!" they add, as the gold col
4 tinues to pour forth from the cloc
case.
g The children new start up, and ger
y eral scramble takes place amongst the
Y for the pieces Of gold.
"Oh. and bank notes, too, mother
Is bank notes in thousandsl" cries Alic
: examining the interior of the clock.
= Here the tailor rouses himself. +
4 whatp he excaihs, rubbing his eye
! "Bank notesl Where? Where r
> "Here-here, father~ Alice a
N swers, drawing forth and showing hi
4 4 roll after roll Of bank notes. "Oh, y,
y darling, beautiful old clock, how | 10
q youw She cries. And she lays her fl
II young face against the time-stained os
N and sobs, Historically, Bless you, BIZ
ty you'll"
.e wifew says Peter, staggering a6o
"My head is spinning round! Is
really money that the children are pl,
a ing up like-like so much dirtY
ali dream, my dream, wife, is all co
truei Hal hal bap
lake care of your poor head,D q
the wife, prudently.
:. +" Not bit of it, wife. Tol-de-ro
IL We are rich, father, we are rici
says Alice, still producing fresh g
l, M and bank notes. /" Now, Willie Me
me ow's grandmother will alter her ton
she won't object to-" s!He Z
as- Hang Willie Meadows gra
&c, mothe-ps interrupted Peter. /" v
yn. cares a dump for her objections?
his are rich--we are richl iHurrah,
hat IJncIe Durant,s legacy; and let us b
md the old clock, eyeryoneP
the D A.