Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909, 1901-08-09

that have passed away, I will ring
that clock. 1 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 bade the old men good-by.
The next day 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 horseshoeing to
be done in the springtime, Tim was
kept very busy. John Davis was also
hard at work. On 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 striking of
the clock In the kitchen. They thought
it was IL o'clock, but the clock did not
stop when it had struck twelve. 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
i table, but he could not stop it from
striking. It 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 a
mouse.
1.-THE old clock Is worn QUIT" John
said. 81 must get another one," and
he returned to his bed and slept.
1t was hardly daylight when he
heard a team driving into his yard.
| Going to the door he beheld his old
friend Tim. Tim was all excitement
and his voice trembled as he called out
to John from his buggy:
did your clock ring in the night
last night?''
"Well-yes," John answered; "but
how did you know that?'
Tim cried:
Don't you remember George Cowee
and what he told us about his spirit
manifesting itself to us? If you don't
| I do, and am sure George Cowee is
deadw
"Nonsensew John cried; "the young
rascal is probably alive and kicking!'
Nonsense or no nonsense" Tim said
81 believe he is dead, for all night
could not sleep. About IL o'clock, wher
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 yol
never heard. 1t was louder than bass
drum. AS soon as daylight mad,
haste to come to you."
:.'Ha, ha. hap laughed John; "yol
had the nightmare, sure enough" b.
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," Tin
said as he drove away.
That afternoon John went down t.
the shop.
.Not because 1 want to talk abou
ghosts" he said, "but to have Tim pu
new shoe on my mare"
AS Tim worked on the mares foo
they fell to talking, and naturally th,
conversation drifted to the strang
events Of the previous night.
Before they had finished talkin,
about the raDpings on Tins head
board Mr.. Maxon, the station agent
came into the shop, and he held in hi
hand a folded snaner
Il 81 saw your wagon out here, MI
, Davis" he said, "and 1 thought IL 70,
were going right home could get yoI
| to deliver this message that has jus
come for Deacon Cowee."
Certainly will deliver Il, ;" John an
, swered, and the agent handed him tn
t paper and departed.
| AS soon as he was out Of the sho
t both old men drew near each other an
: looked at the, telegram addressed t
Deacon Cowee, and this is what it read
Denver, Col, May 5.
"Your nephew, George Cowee, wa
killed in railroad accident here las
Z. night.