The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-06-18

came to his mind in 4 hurry that his
sense of selection was temporarily
paralyzed. But it soon returned, and
Mrs. Tibbets, who was experienced
confessed that she had never before
heard such variety and Ecofusicl CT
powerful language. 1t was ornate and
original, and greatly augmented Mrs.
Tibbets' opinion OF her husbands re-
sources when reduced to eXtremities.
When Mr. Tibbets was able to walk
he made his way cautiously to the
bureau and proceeded 10 open and rum
mage each drawer but the right one.
He finally secured the clock, however,
and deposited it in the corner OF the
hall furthest from the door.
Once in the night Mrs. Tibbets
missed him. She looked about in
alarm. Had he sone alone to see the
meteors? She got up hastily and crept
into the hail. A white-robed figure was
emerging stealthiiy from the attic
stairway. -
William, you've been without me-
II suppose didn't need you to carry
it,"
"Carry what"
"The clock. What do you think l
am prowling around at this hour for
if not to get that confounded thing out
Of hearing? Do you imagine am out
here acticing 4 cake-walk:"
Mrs. Ti5Eets said nothing, but re-
tired. In a short time both were
asleep.
Then there came sound OF an alarm.
hideous and changing. disturbing the
hallowed quiet Of the night. Mrs.
Tibbets seized her husband Dy the
arm.
"There it ISL she cried.
"There's what?'
"The clock. 1t just went off. Didn't
you hear it:''
"No-did it? Come along quick,
woman, or we'll be late" Thrusting
their feet into their respective slip
pers, the pair proceeded hastily to-
ward the attic stairs. -...-
''Ma, oh, ma"
The voice came from the chamber OF
William, Junior.
"Say, ma, that wasn't the alarm
clock. 1t was only an automobile. ]
think it was Jimmy Bloodgood's Pink
Devil"
Mrs. Tibbets crept quickly back to
bed, and was shortly feigning slumber.
Mr.. Tibbets followed, but whether it
was on account of his sleepy condition
or his indignation, he again neglected
to make the necessary calculations for
the steamer trunk. There was another
collision with that obstruction, and he
resumed q sudden seat thereon.
"O--O-Ohr' he moaned, rs soon as
he had breath to spare; ''it's the same
one"
"The same what, dearest:" inquired
Mrs. Tibbets in some alarm.
"Oh-the same-shin."
Mrs. Tibbets said no more, for she
knew it was best just then not to dis
turb her husband in his travail.
When Mrs. Tibbets next awoke 1t
was due to q violent shaking Of the
shoulders.
"hark~ whispered her husband.
'Tkere's burglars
They looked at each other in alarm
and listened. Sure enough, there We're
footsteps coming down the attic stairs.
| But it was apparently a very careless
burglar, for there seemed to be no
attempt at stealth.
''Do. hurry, William. and see what il
is" urged Mrs. Tibbets in excitement.
Mr.. Tihbets thought Of pistols, sud
den death, and-of the steamer trunk;
but be was valiant. He jumped out CT
| bed and rushed into the hall just as
| the door at the foot of the attic stairs
burst open, owing to violent impetus
| being impaired thereto by the cook
who appeared suddenly with her arms
| full Of garments, her best bonnet on
and her purse in her teeth.
"Where's the fre?" she gasped
ssWhere is It? Have we time to git out;
The saints presarve u.s.
"What fire? Where's the fire?"
"Sure an didn't yez hear tn alar
rum?"
"Where? What alarm? The Won
ans mad"
BufAthen light suddenly dawnet
upon him. and he said, in Il some
what apologetic tone:
"Oh, Bridget, that wasn't a fre
alarm. 1t was only our alarm clock
you know. I set it for 8 o'clock, ant
forgot you were sleeping in that room
| And here Mr.. Tibbets, suddenly realiz
ing that his costume was hardly adapt
ed for a lady's reception, plunged back
into the privacy Of his own apartment
9Th alarrum clock, is it? You for
cot. is it? And a mighty fine time o.
night it is to be settin' an alarCun
clock" shouted Bridget, through tn
closed door. "Tll hev yez understand
Yell be playin' no jokes wild me. Al
alarrum clock! Sure, an it's as lout
as a fire bell. It's tomorrow I'll b.
afther LAWN, an I'll not go to bed il
the place again. An alarrum clock
A-a-ah!'
! And this was the passing of Bridget
"Aren't you going to get up, VIII
liam?" inquired Mrs. Tibbets as he
husband returned to bed and burie'
his head in the clothes. "You know
! set the clock on purpose, and it seem
too bad to ruin it all, now we happe1
to be awake at the right time at last.
Mr.. Tibbets sat Up, scratched hi
head, and, remarking that 4 woman
never was satisfied until she had
man miserable, proceeded to get int
hia dressing SQWn.