Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1907-12-18

! tabloided fiendishnesS.
For very good reasons 1 wished to
secure freedom from Albert Sidneys
| attentions on the evening in question.
! felt, somehow, that the task OF
asking his sister Nellie a certain little
question would not be made easier in
| any way by having her young broth
er buzzng round offering to regulate
my watch or exhibiting some home
made marvel in the clockwork mouse
line Master Putlow, l may tell you,
| is a prodigy in a mechanical direction.
I'll have none Of him." thought l,
and during the afternoon l sent round,
with my best wishes for happy
| Christmas, a book calculated to keep
any other nine-year-old boy as quiet
as an oyster till each of its 240 pages
had been edog-eared as black as coal.
In the evening called round. Mel
| lies father and mother were, as l
expected, cut on a Santa Claus ex-
cursion to their married daughters.
"Alberts at his book, suppose?" re-
| marked, when ! was asked into the
front room.
NO" said Nellie; hes doing some
thing to a Wa,-rbury watch in the
back Been busy all day. Look there
| pointing to an old-fashioned clock
fixed to the wall. He unearthed that
from the lumber room three days ago
1t hasn't been going for ten years,
and he's cleaned it, put it in order,
and fixed it up as a surprise for dad.
It's going splendidly."
OF course, L didn't mind little bit
about the book not claiming the boys
attention. So long as he was occu-
pied elsewhere l was perfectly salts
fed. We talked about nothing in par
ticular for five minutes; then braced
myself for the ordeal. Nellie was in
the rocker, and l on the saddlebag
lounge by her side. 1t was then or
never.
Nellie" l whispered, glancing at
my cuff, on which 1 had penciled my
headings Nellie, 1 have long"
"Whirr!"
She looked up, not at me, but at
the clock. IT'S going to strike" she
said.
"Bong!"
| u0ClUSu u wait uHIll Tue dWl III
thing had finished. Bong! bong!
bong! bong! bong" At the eighth
stroke l gave a sigh of relief and
started again.
81 have long"
Bong" That's one too many"
said Nellie. What were you say
ing?"
"Bong!"
was losing patience with that lum-
Der room find. 1t occasioned me no
surprise that the clock was somewhat
erratic after Master Putlow's atten-
lions, but that is should seize just
that particular time to exhibit its
vagaries annoyed me. Never mind"
thought, lit can't strike more than
L."
l had altogether underestimate its
capacities. When 1 had counted q
whirrs and bongs. Nellie started
laughing 1 walked to the door and
called to Albert Sidney.
He came, bringing an odor of clock
oil into the room.
Something's the matter with that
forced calmness.
Been strikin' long," he asked.
That's the thirty'ninth time" an
swered, as another Bong" set all
the mantel shelf ornaments dancing.
Albert Sidney whistled Thought
1t might go like that" he grinned.
Good clocks often do. 1t hasn't struck
for ten years, you see, and now it
won't stop till it's done all its back
striking"
Great Jupiter! A lightning calcu-
lation told me that, roughly speaking,
$4,000 bongs were overdue. At four
to the minute 1t would be some time
in April before that awful clock was
up-to-date. I'd the choice of yelling
out my proposal lodging it in be-
tween the strokes, or of waiting for a
more favorable opportunity.
II think I'll be going" 1 gasped
deciding on postponement, and on
the seventy eighth stroke l shook
hands with Nellie, glared murder at
her brother, and hurried on.
At the bottom of the stairs stop
ped to shake my fist in the mechsni
|, cal prodigy's direction.
You horrid boy!" 1 heard Nellie
, say
, A howl came from Albert Sidney
, You're as big a chump as he was tc
take in that tale about the thine
, workin' OF its back strikes he said
, 81 only fixed IT to go like that for &
I lark. There! I've stopped it now
. Go and call him back II you wan
= him"
fed. The prospect Of Master Put
D low as a brotherin-law was too awful