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

Ills eiSJ chdiI iSooinS '
6 fSs 9 evening paper and enjoy
AsA ing his after-dinrer cigar.
S30S His dinner had been q
good one; it had agreed with him, ana
s he felt cozy, comfortable and d!sputa'
tious. Mr.. Tibbets is one of those men
who feel most belligerent when we
: should expect them to feel most other
wise.
Mrs. Ti5bets sat at the dining table,
"doing over a hat according to direc'
s tions contained in the Hints for
Housekcepers' Column
Mr.. Tibbets occasionally glanced 1T
: her over the top OF his paper and over
the top of his glasses, seeking ma
terial for controversy.
At length he wriggled impatiently.
and, removing lis cigar from his lips,
remarked:
s:Bet you q dollar you don't know
how steam engine works.
aPlace the perforations on the bias
3. of the eighteenth fap-yes. dear, did
s you speak?" inquired Mrs. Tibbets ab-
sently, looking up from q tissue paper
pattern and removing a few dozen pins
from her mouth. s @
ooh, no, DEAR returned Mr.. Tib-
bets in tones of oily yet sarcastic
sweetness: 81 wasn't speaking, I was
merely talking in my sleep. But
! should like to remark. Mrs. T., that a
woman's mind is content to dwell on
small things. Here you sit fussing
over an old spring bonnet and let OF
s foolery, when you might be improving
yourself, adding to your knowledge
lots of ways. Have you any idea what
makes trolley car go?"
.sNow, dearest, what do you want TO
read to ne?-the forty-fourth perfora-
tion-what'd I do with the scis-you
know always did just dote on those
dear scientific things when you ex-
planned them. They always seemed so
clear"
''It's nothing" replied Mr.. Tibbets,
somewhat molhfed, ''only see the pa
per speaks of magnificent shower
of meteors, the grand bi-centennial dis
play of the stars from the constella-
ton Unicorn, which is positively to oc-
eur tomorrow morning at 3 O'Clock.
1t will be most remarkable exhibit
ton of celestial phenomena. visible
only once in two hundred years, and
I tell you what, Mrs. T., We ought to
thank our fortune that We were born
in the nick of time to witness THIS
thing. Just suppose we had lived 4
hundred years ago; we never would
have had q chance. And think OF the
4 bulge we've got on those to be born
hundred years hence! ,....
Mr.. Tibbets paused. II should love
to see those beautiful stars, William
observed Mrs. Tibbets meekly. "As
you say, we women do neglect our op,
portunities. Can we see them from
the house? I should hate to so out OF
doors at that awful hour
my dear, there is scuttle in the
roof. Leading from platform up to
said scuttle is ladder. 1t will not be
necessary to go out of DOORS"
"But how shall we wake up that time
of night?" inquired Mrs. Tibbets ear
nestly. 'I'm sure could never KEEP
awake until o'clock"
"My dear, did you ever hear Of such
q thing as persistent mentality? Are
you aware that the mind never sleeps;
We will wake up because We will pu'
our minds on it: we will, as it We're
set our minds to 60 off at three
O'clock" declared Mr.. Tibbets author!
tatively.
Mrs. Tibbets looked admiringly bu
doubtful
When they had retired for the nigh
Mr.. Tibbets became aware, after HI
had put out the light and turned ovel
with a sigh of solid comfort, Of al
unusual noise proceeding from near thu
head of the bed. He shivered, for
sounded like the noise made by certain
insects, prophetic of a death in thf
house.
'sKitty, my dear, do you hear tha
curious noise?" he asked.
"Yes," admitted Mrs. Tibbets, IL
muf1ed tones.
"What can if be? 1t sounds as il
it was under the bed-in the bed
in the pillow-in my ear
1t is the alarm clock"
alarm clock? What for:"
"Why, I was afraid you might b.
sleepy and forget to wake up, so l Sc
the alarm clock. 1t is real big one
with a nice loud gong, almost sure t
wake you up. I got it for dolla
eighty-nine, and it's warranted to las
year"
s:H'm," commented Mr.. Tibbets
s:and where lis the delightful bargain
concealed:"
In the bureau drawer. I though
we could hear it go off at three withou
hearing it tick. It's wrapped up in
stocking"
"If it goes off much louder than
ticks, we'll wake up, all right" OF
served Mr.. Tibbets sarcastically. -
hope you don't expect me to go t
sleep with that Internal machine play
ing ping-pong on my ear drum a.
night, do you"
And Mr.. Tibbets crawled wearily ou
of bed and made deliberately for tn
bureau. But he had neglected to alloy
leeway for the steamer trunk that la
in his path. There was a sound as
a shin-bone coming into quick contae
with some resisting substance haVln
a sharp edge. Mr.. Tibbets set suddenl
down on the trunk, seized his foot b
the heel, and hugged it to his bosom.
For space there was no sound hear
cave a seething of the breath as it wa
sucked in between the teeth, closel
fol)aTsd BY q long moan In aesesns