The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1893-07-13
THAT CLOCK.

spicuous position i'll the show window
Of weIl-kuown city jeweler, and as
pretty Mrs. May blossom, passing by
with her young husband, cought sight
of it she abruptly paused and gushing
ingly exclaimed:
"Oh, George, what a lovely clock"
"Yes, Annie, dear" replied he, "it is
really beautiful"
that you could afford to buy it. 1t
would make such Il splendid ornament
for the parlor mantelpiece.
Il would be only too happy to do so,
but you know. Annie, I'm a young
merchant and whatever resources |
have must be strictly devoted to busi-
ness"
The young husband found lying on
his desk letter containing 4 sum OF
money and was informed by the writer
that it was the payment of Il loan
which Mr.. MayblosSom had made
friend in his bachelor days and he de-
termined TO invest the money in the
purchase of that clock.
"TO what address shall | send it?"
asked the polite storekeeper.
There is my card" replied Mr.
May blossom, taking the bit of paste
board out of his card-case. q wish
YOU would send it at once, as my wife
is out and / desire to surprise her by
having her see the clock on her return
home"
Il am sorry that it is impossible for
me to do so. My delivery clerk is alb
sent and will not return for an hour or
So"
No matter, then; give me the par
GEL"
He took the clock and, having reached
the sidewalk, hailed com missionaire
who happened TO pass by.
You will take this clock to this adj
dress" he said, handing him the parcel
and card from the card-case which hs
still held in his hand.
"All right, sir" said the commits.
sionaire. I'll do the job IL iiify."
Mr.. MayblosSom returned to his
store in Il very bissful state of mind
while the man glanced at the card for
the direction.
"Halloa, what's this?" exclaimed he,
in some surprise, reading the address,
Miss Priscilla Dusenberry, dress
maker, $40 - street"
Now, Miss Priscilla was a charming,
red-cheeked, blue-eyed damsel of IS or
10 years of age, possessed of fair
patronage, good health, and beau who
glorHcd in the name of Augustus
Tompkirs. and was, indeed, Il clerk in
the identical jcwclry store where the
clock had been bought.
She was sitting stitching a robe,
humming Il song and with her thoughts
centerad on her devoted Augustus,
speculatiag whether lie would make
his customary MONDAY visit, when a
knock sounded on the door.
"A present fer YOU miss. said the
commissionaire placing the clock on
the table before the astonishcd girl.
She arranged the clock on her tiny
mantelpicce. and had hardly finished
doing so. when there was 4 second
knock on the door, and. in answer to
the Come in" in stalked Mrs. May
blossom.
She was one of Priscilla's customers
aud had come to see about dress.
Her first glance naturally took in
the clock.
"Oh, Mrs Mavblossom," exclaimed
| Priscilla. isn't it lovely? And it was
| just sent to me by 4 gentleman who
! loves me ever so much"
"Oh. he loves YOU. does, he9" said
the young wife in tones so cold and
metallic that Priscilla looked at her in
surprise.
~Of course he does" said she, "and
I'm devoted TO him. Why do YOU
| ask"
At these words she founced out OF
the little room. leaving Priscilla more
than even astonished and mvstilied.
"What can have been the matter
with her?" thought the dressmaker
"Can she know my Augustus and
could he have been paying her any adj
dreSses?"
1t was already near noon, and but
a short time elapsed after Mrs. May.
blossoms departure before the fasci
mating Augustus put in an appear
uncC.
He too. caught sight of the clock
and his manner. which had been arden
and loving at his entrance, suddenl,
changed 10 one of fiery rage and wil'
jealously.
False. tickle womanr' cried he, il
mel, lramatic air. is it thus yo'
betray the fond faith which my to-
trusting heart has reposed in you?'
augustus" exclaimed she. terrified
at his excited manner anu tragic tones
"what do YOU mean?"
THAT clock said be. pointing t
the innocent cause of All these compli
cations.
"Why-why." stammercd she. "dit
you not send me that?"
Il send YOU $lOl ciock!" eXclaimet
he. in tones of bitter scorn. i. with
salary of Sl5 week! You cannot dt
ceive me Oh. Priscilla. l though
more of Won. but now all iS over wit