The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1903-06-24

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"Do hurry. William, and see what II
Is" urged Mrs Tibbets in excitement.
Mr.. Tibbets thought of pistols. sud.
den death. and-of the steamer trunk
but he was valiant. He Jumped out Of
bed and rushed into the hall just rs
the door Mt 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 f1re?" she gasped.
"Where is It? Have we time TO git out
The saints presarve u.s."
"What fire? Where's the fire?"
"Surc an didn't yez hear TIL nlar.
rum?"
"where? What alarm7 The won.
ans mad"
But then a light suddenly dawned
upon him. and he said, in a some.
what apoloGetic tone:
"Oh, Bridget, that wasn't a fire
alarm. 1t was only our alarm clock,
you know. set It for O'clock, and
forgot you were sleeping in that room"
And here Mr.. Tibbets, suddenly realiz,
ing that his costume was hardly adapt.
ed for lady's reception, plunged back
into the privacy of his own apartment.
9TH alarrum clock. is It? You for;
got, is It? And mighty fine time Of
night 1t is to be settin' an alarrum
clock" shouted Bridget, through the
closed door. "I'll hev yez understand
yez'll be playin' no jokes wild me. An
alarrum clock! Sure, an it's as loud
as n fire bell. It's tomorrow I'll be
afther LAWN, an I'll not go to bed in
the place again. An alarrum clockl
| A-a-ah"
And this was the passing of Bridget.
aren't you going TO get up. VII.
liam" inquired Mrs. Tibbots as her
husband returned to bed and buried
his head in the clothes. "You know
set the clock on purpose, and 1t seems
too bad to ruin it all, now we happen
to be awake at the right time at last"
Mr.. Tibbets sat UP, scratched his
head, and. remarking that a woman
never was satisfied until she had a
man miserable, proceeded to get into
his dressing gown.
"I suppose We ought to take Willie
with u.s." echoed Mr.. Tibbets, sweetly.
"Shan't We invite the cook. too, and
make it family party? She happened
to wake up at the right time, too, you
know"
"You had better bring a candle, too"
said Mrs. Tibbets, ignoring his thrust.
"Certalnly, by all means, n candle.
But why q candle? Let's have an cleo
trio light. Let's get searchlight. You
can see the stars so much better, you
know"
Mrs. Tibbets said nothing, but fol-
lowed her husband up the stairs. drag
ging William Junior, by the hand.
Mr.. Tibbets explored his way eau.
tiously up the ladder leading from the
platform under the scuttle.
81 don't see where that confoundcd
hook is gone to-" he exclaimed testify.
"A man never can lay his hand on
anything in this house when he
whats the matter, william? Did
you hurt yourself" inquired Mrs. Tib-
bets, MS her husbands words were
ended in n sudden sharp crack, fol-
lowed by a growl. indicating that that
gentleman had found the hook by
means of the crown Of his head.
Hadn't you better put out the candle
If you want to see the stars"' he
limited, rs Mrs. Tibbets cautiously
poked her head up through the scuttle
and held the candle aloft as If hunting
for something ON the top shelf Of a
dark closet
"Where are the meteors" she asked.
in a tone of some disappointment. II
don't see anything but stars, and they
don't seem to be moving, I'm sure"
woman, you wouldn't know me-
teor IL you saw one. Just have little
patience, will you? In n minute I'll
show you more meteors than you"
But here Mr.. Tibbets' remarks were
cut short, for he had suddenly van
ished There was a sound of revelry,
as of ten pins being bowled over by
one large ball. and of that bail striking
the floor from an indefinite distance.
"Oh, William, dear William" cried
Mrs Tibbets Historically, "dld you
hurt your poor head? oh, dear. are
you killed?"
And in her excitement Mrs. Tibbets
loosened her grasp on the hand of VIII
liam. Junior. There was Shrek. a
scrambllng sound Of body in sudden
descent. terminated by sudden thud.
which in turn was followed by a hol-
low groan. William. Junior, had alight.
ed upon the very pit and marrow Of his
father.
When Mrs. Tibbets reached the foot
of the ladder she was just in time to
observe her husband slowly and pain
fully gather himself together, as for a
final effort.
"Woman." he said, as he attempted
to straighten out a lump on the back
of his head. don't you ever try to drag
me into any tpmfoolery like this again.
do you hear? You just stick to your
sewing, and don't you go meddling
with things you don't understand"
"But the meteors. dear; aren't you