Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1899-11-15

/ men nau reckODed out with extreme
nicety the exact way TO make of the
radiant blossom a sapless stalk Janos
Gothard announced himself as satisfied.
and Elizab beth left the room. with down
cast eyes. without a word
The very next day Paul Szontagh
and Miskolczi began 10 set on foot the
most earnest measures 10 obtain re-
versal of the ecclesiastical decision.
They even finally reached. with their
petition. the very steps of the throne
itself, but all in vain. The affair re-
mained precisely where il was
They had at last relinquished all
hope when one day il came 10 pass
that on meeting old Martin Szontagh
IN the street. JanOs Gothard. ST.. not
only did not return his greeting. but
pointedly turned away his head Now.
old Szontagh had the reputation of be-
ing a man who held himself in very
high esteem. He was the maker Of the
famous clock, had been decorated by
royal hands for the same. and this
averting of a Gothard head he took ex-
tremely i'll. Upon arriving home he
wrote upon his tablets and handed
them to his son:
Have you any quarrel with the
Gothards p
The young man then related 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 thisf :" 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
ana began hammering and shipping
away aDgrily with his tools. for he had
recently set 10 work with great zeal at
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
would be superb. would it not. on the
day Of our Lords resurrection. to see
the cock appear again between his open
doors and hear ring ont. as loud and
shrill as ever. his admonishing cryg
The old man spent the last davs be-
fore Easter shut mp in the tower itself
Finally all was in readiness Exactly
at noon on Easter Sunday. in the midst
of the hurrahs Of multitude gathered
hom miles around the works of the far
famed ROzsno clock set in motion. The
1ubllation was great. but, alas. Of short
duration The clock went, but at what
n consternating rate Of speed The
hour hand galloped around the face 12
hours in one. the minute hand flew
from figure 10 figure in the dizziest
leaps and springs. while. instead of ap-
pearing once every half day. as had
been mis- custom, the cock struck open
his doors every 60 minutes and trum-
pcted forth in a more terrific voice than
ever:
'Lutherans, lcOk 10 yourselvesV'
''WOe, woe is upon u.s." cried the
people, beside themselves with fear.
The three oldest senators betook them
selves, painting. to Martin Szontagh.
Disaster, master disasterl" they
( cried. "Our clock is mad J"
A cunning smile played over Mar
tin 5 gray old face He seized his tab
lets.
The clock is but doing its duty,
gentlemen. You all admit that the tins
IL sets must, in every case, be accepted
by Rozsnoites as the standard"
Eyes, yes that is true. " affirmed the
senators. The old man pursued:
You have condemned the girl nv
son would take TO wife 10 a seven years
penance'-
'H-mmv' growled Emerich Ko.
mlves, light breaking in upon him.
Il have, therefore, 80 adjusted the
clock that it shall tell off those seven
years in seven months,'
'But-but you will set il rightf"
'When my purpose is achieved. "
The deputation strClled, crestfallen,
home.
In an hour, should say. -, 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
usr'
In just so much as it was formerly
our pride will il now work our confu-
sion -
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 il in future run as
beseems it and usI'
Thus it was that at the very next
grape pressing Elizabeth Grunblatt be-
came Mrs. Paul Szontagh. Translated
From the Hungarian For Short Stories
Cause For Thanks.
Lord BraXfeld was a man of few
words, and when be courted his second
wife he said To her: Lizzie. I'm look
ing out for wife. and l thought You
just the person to suit me. Let me have