Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1901-08-22
kitchen shelf struck 10. and the young

man added:
"Ah, John, that you may also know
shat l have passed away, l will ring
that clock. will ring it for an hour.
and wake you and your wife up and
keep you awake the whole time. "
George Cowee was only jesting, and he
smiled as he went west.
Weeks and months went by, and
nothing was heard from him.
| 1t was now the beginning of May.
AS there was much horse shoeing to
be done in the springtime. Tim was
kept very busy. John Davis was also
hard at work. One Tuesday, May 4,
John had plowed all day, and when
night came he was unusually tired,
and went early to bed.
In the middle of the night he and
his wife were awakened by the strik-
ing of the clock in the kitchen. They
thought it was IL o'clock, but the clock
did not stop when it had struck II,
but struck on and on.
What in thunder ails that clock?'
he exclaimed, and he got up and went
into the kitchen. He shook the old
clock, but it would not stop ringing.
He took it down from the shelf and
laid it on its back upon the kitchen
table, but he could not stop it from
striking 1t rang fully an hour, until
John was tempted to throw it out into
the yard; then it ceased as suddenly
as it began. and was as quiet as
mouse.
The old clock is worn out!' John
said. 81 must get another one," and he
returned to his bed and slept.
1t was hardly daylight when he
heard team driving into his yard.
Going to the door he beheld his old
friend Tim. Tim was all excitement
to John from his buggy:
did your clock ring in the night
last night?"
"Well-yes," John answered; "but
how did you know that?"
Don't you remember George Cowee.
and what he told us about his spirit
manifesting itself to us? If you don't
/ do. and am sure George Cowee is
dead"
Nonsense" John cried. "The young
rascal is probably alive and kicking.
Nonsense or no nonsense" Tim
said. Il believe he is dead. for all night
| could not sleep. About IL o'clock,
when | was thinking about the spirits,
there came rap upon the headboard
of my bed, family at first and then
when | asked if it was George Cowee's
spirit, such a humping and humping
you never heard. 1t was louder than
bass drum. AS soon as daylight
made haste to come to you
"Ha, ha, ha.' laughed John; you
had the nightmare, sure enough" ne
said. But Tim sadly shook his head.
He knew it was the spirits
Come down to my shop this after
noon, and we will talk about it," Tim
said as he drove away.
That afternoon John went down to
the shop
Not because I want to talk about
ghosts" he said, but to have Tim put
new shoe on my mare
AS Tim worked on the mares foot
they fell to talking, and naturally the
conversation drifted to the strange
events of the previous night.
Before they had finished talking
about the rappings on Tins head
board Mr. MaXon, the station agent,
came into the shop, and he held in
his hand a folded paper.
Il saw your wagon out here, Mr..
Davis" he said, ''and l thought if you
We're going right home l could get
you to deliver, this message that has
just come for Deacon Cowee.'
Certainly | will deliver it, John
answered, and the agent handed him
the paper and departed.
AS soon as he was out of the shop
both old men drew near each other
and looked at the telegram addressed
to Deacon Cowee, and this is what it
said:
Denver, Col, May 5.
"Your nephew, George Cowee, was
killed in a railroad accident here last
night"
Both old men stared into the fire,
silent sad, thoughtful.-Waverley
Magazine.