The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-08-16
''Havo you any quarrel win the

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The young man then relnted TO him
the whole story. How beautiful Eliza
beth Grunblatt had been tried and con.
demned, and how he himself was now
consumed with love for her.
"Why haven't you said word to
me about thie1 wrote back the father.
His son smiled sadly. What can dumb
man accomplish where agile tongues
have failed? But the old man only
shook his gray head again and again
and began hammering and shipping
away angrily with his tools, for he had
recently set to work with great zeal It
repairing the disturbed mechanism of
the tower clock. Easter Sunday was
drawing near. and on that glorious
morning he had promised the clock
should resume its wonderful career. 1t
wnnld lie superb. would il not. On the
day Of our Lords resurrection, to zee
the cock appear again between his open
doors and hear ring out. as l0nd and
shrill ~ ever. his admonislin2 cry!
The old man spent the last davs he-
fore Easter shu: mp in the tower itself
Finally all was in readiness Exactly
at neon on Easter Sunday, in the midst
of the hnrrahs Of Il multitude gathered
from miles around. the works OF the far
famed Rozsno clock set in motion The
inbilation was great. but, alas, Of short
duration! The clock went, but at what
consternating rate of speed The
hour hand galloped around the face IL
hours in one. the minute hand flew
from figure to figure in the dizziest
leaps and springs. while. instead Of ap-
pearing once every half day, as had
been his custom, the cock struck open
his doors every 90 minutes and trum-
pcted forth in more terrific voice than
ever:
"Lutherans, lcok to yourselvesl'
"WOe. woe is upon us!" cried the
people, beside themselves with fear.
The three Oldest senators betook them
selves. painting. 10 Martin Szontagh.
"Disaster. master; disaster!" they
cried. "Our clock is madl"
A cunning smile played over Mar
tins gray old face. He seized his tab
let's
''Tke clock is but doing it's duty,
gentleman. You all admit that the time
it aets must, in every case, be accented
by Rozsnoites as the standard p
Yes. yes; that is true" affirmed the
senators. The old man pursued:
"You have condemned the girl nv
son would take to wife to seven years
penance''-
Hmm" growled Emerich Ko-
mives, light breaking in upon him.
II have therefore. go adjusted the
clock that it shall tell off those seven
years in seven lnonths!'
''But-but you will set it right?''
When my purpose is achieved.
The deputation strolled. crestfallen,
home.
In an hour, should say, 12, the
reason for the clocks unaccountable
performance had spread throughout the
town.
The chief magistrate took counsel
with his aids.
"The clock will bring disgrace upon
usI''
''In just 30 much as it was formerly
our pride will it now work our confu-
sionl'
''Let US give inl''
Again the senator's betook themselves
to Martin.
elizabeth Grunblatt's time Of pen
ance shall be measured according to
the clocks present rate Of speed; but,
in Gods name, let it in future run az
beseems it and usl''
Thus it was that at the very next
grape pressing Elizabeth Grunblatt be-
came Mrs. Paul Szontagh. Translated
From the Hungarian Fer Sho.. Stories.