The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, April 23, 1890, Page 3

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TUCKER, DENTIST, BUTLER, MISSOURI. Office, Southwest Corner Square, over Aaron Hart’s Store. Lawyers. J.H. NORTON. Attorney-at-Law. Office, North Side square, over F. Barnhardt’s Jewelry Store.% Wro. JACKSON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Butler, Mo. Office, South Side Square, over Badgley Bros., Store. EN H. SMITH, S ATTORNEY AT LAW. Butler, Mo.§} Will practice inali the courts. Special at- tention given to collections and litigated lIaims. Cavin F. Boxtey, Prosecuting Attorney. CALVIN F. BOXLEY, “ATTORNEYS AT LAW. Butler, Mo. Will practice in all the courts. AARKINSON & GRAVES, ATTORNSYS AT LAW. Office West Side Square, over Lans- - down’s Drug Store. AGE & DENTON, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Office North Side Square, over A. L. McBride’s Store, Butler, Mo.j Physicians. J. R. BOYD, M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, Orricze—East Side Square, over Max Weiner’s, 19-1y But.eR, Mo. DR. J. M, CHRISTY, HOMOEOPATHIC PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, : Office, tront room over P. O. All call: answered at office day or night. Specialattention given to temale dis- T e Surgeon. ren a specialty. J. T. WALLS, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Office, Southwest Corner Square, ove Aaron Hart’s Store. Residence on Ha vannah street norrh of Pine. Missouri Pacific Ry. —_—_—$— $< ————— 2 Daily Trains 2 KANSAS CITY and OMAHA, COLORALO SHORT LINE 5 Daily Trains, 5 Kansas City to St, Louis, THE PUEBLO AND DENVER. , jams wants me to drop in and see s rapidity in the cure of Rheu-' C. BOULWARE, Physician and Office north side square, Butler, Mo. Diseases of women and chil- | THE HAUNTED CLOCK: BY JEAN NETTE L. GILDER. “That is a handsome cloek, Doc- tor,” said I to brisk and busy Dr. Bloodgood, of Birdlington, pointing to a tall eight-day clock that stood on ths first landing of his wide hall stairs. “Yes,” replied the doctor, hanging his hat on the rack and standing his whip in the corner; for Dr. Blood- good drove himself about the coun- try, where he had a large. but I regret to say, not very remunerative practice. “Yes, that is a handsome clock; and, what is more, it has a history and a mystery, too. Come into the office, and if there are no ‘cal!s’ on the slate, I'll tell you all about it.” I followed the doctor iuto the of- fice, which opened out of the hall; and while he stood at his desk, con- sulting his slate end drawing his big driving-gloves, I seated myseifi: a comfortable chair and looked around the room; for though it was perfect- ly familiar with me in all its details, there was very apt to be some new bit of decorative art added between my visits by the nimble fingers of the physician’s wife. It was an at- tractive room, opening out upon a piazza in front, and into a conserva- tory at the back. There were not many plants in the conservatory, to be sure—an orange tree and a lem- on tree in painted tubs—but they made a bit of green that was very pretty to look at through the glass doors. The doctor did not make his office a repository for dead men’s bones, nor a museum of natural his- tory. There were no skeletons grin- ning at you from the walls, nor mon- strosities in aleohol en the shelves. In afar corner where you would have to go out of your way to see it, was an ancient skull; and on the desk were a few bottles of drugs, a medical paper or two, and the slate which I had left the doctor consul t- ing all this time. And these were all there was to indicate the propri- etor’s profession. But I shall have to keep him at his slate a moment longer while I try to give you an idea of the doc- tor himself. He was a man past 50, and if ever the term “well preserved” could be applied with truth to a man, it could to him. He was not a large man, indeed, he was under- sized; but he was broad-shouldered and deep-chested, and gave the im- pression ofstrength: There was not much hair on the top of his head, but he wore a well-trimmed, full beard of dark brown, slightly sprinkled with gray. His eyes were R, R, DEACON, THE ONLV EXCLUSIVE HARDWARE AND IMPLEMENT IN heard shuffling footsteps behind me and recogmized Job’s voice calling my name. ‘What's the matter, now?’ said I, turning around. ‘Doctor,’ said Job, a little out of | breath with fast walking, ‘I can’t rest contented till I make a clean | breast of it. There’s more to that clock than I've told you’ and I don't want todo anything by you that ain't fair and square. You know my wife would never have pulled through that last bad turn of hern, if it hadn’t been for your nussin’ as well as your doctorin’, and I'm not the man to forget a kindness. Now, | Doctor, I must tell the truth about j that clock, and then it’s for you to say whether you want it.’ Jcb seemed very much excited and very much in earnest, and I confess | that I was puzzled. I knew that he The doctor closed his eyes and | was a thoroughly honest man, so it stretched his legs out before the | could not be that the clock had been fire-place, where there were a few | stolen. In his earnestness Job smouldering embers, the remains of | caught me by the buttonhole and an early wood fire; for the October led me gently under an awning out morning had been a cool one. | of the sun. “Now,” said the doctor, opexing | <You know Tony Warner who used his eyes and pressing the tobacco } to jive out on the Trentown ‘pike?’ down in his pipe with his tapering | began Job. LIassented. Well, that fore-finger. “I will teil you all about | gjoek belonged to Tony. He was the haunted clock.” high up among the Free Masons, “What an ingratiating title,” said | and his lodge laid out to give him I. “It suggests one of Dicken’s | a present on his birtnday. Christmas stories. ‘Cosey Black—you know Cosey. “I have thought that myself,” | You ‘tended him last winter for a said the doctor. “But if you sug-| bone-felon—well, Cosey, he consult- gest Dickens, my story will suffer | ed Mrs. Warner to know what Tony by comparison. However, I am only | would like to have. Mrs. Warner going to tell you a few facts, and| gat thinkin’ for a while, and then shell not attempt to embellish them. | she ‘lowed that he would have a tall How's the tobacco?” clock than anything else, because his “Grand. I haven’t pulled on such | grandfather used to have one, and | a pipeful since I visited Judge | it had been brought to his mind a Southmayde at Durham, three years | good deal of late through the chil ago,” said I. “People at the north| dren singing, “My Grandfather's don’t know what Durham tobacco is. | Glock.” She’d heard him say more Those old fellows down there are| than wunst that he thoughtit would too wise to part with the article.|pe kinder nice to hear a grand- But, come, unless you begin, I'll] father’s clock tickin’ in the corner. ishing how little courage wemen have to bear a little pain. They are heroines when it comes to any great operation, but they faint when you take a splinter out of their finger. I don't know wh-n I’ve had an hour to myself i: the day-time, and I'm mightily ¢iud you are here to help me to enjoy it. I should like the luxury of x smoking-jacket and a pipe, with the sun shining, so if you'll join me in a whiff, I can fur- nish you with as good a pipeful of Virginia leaf as you ever smoked. An ex-patient of mine is a sheep farmer in Virginia and he keeps me supplied. Ah!” said the doctor, as we lighted our corn-cobs, “there is solid comfort in this. I often won- der if these people who write against smoking as a dangerous habit have | ever smoked a pipeful of such to- | bacco as this.” \ blue, and an irresistable twinkle lurked in their corners, and his cheeks wore the ruddy glow of health. I say that he was well over fifty; in fact, he had almost touched the border line of sixty; but I should not have believed it if he had not as- sured me of the fact himself. I don’t know what Dr. Blood- good’s elixir of youth was, but I think it must have been a perfectly clear conscience, and the knowledge that he did his duty and more, by his fellow-men. There was never a night too stormy, never a patient too insignificant, to get the doctor out of his comfortable bed. He would not take his horse out on these nocturnal visits. “Old Ned has traveled faithfully all day, and he shall rest to-night,” he used to say, as he turned up his coat collar, and lantern in hand, started alone to brave the storm. His wife remon- strated and begged him to send his assistant at such times as these; but hefalways said: “Let the young man sleep; he'll have plenty of this before he’s as old as Lam, and then I think it will be a great comfort to old dame Trout to have me come.” And off he would trudgeas cheerfully as though he were going to a clinic in his stu- dent days. I saw that the doctor had got one of his gloves off and the other was coming, so I said, “Well, what does ithe slate say?” | «The slate says that you can have | the story if you want it. Mrs. Wil- r PULLMAN BURFETT SLEEPING CARS ‘ner baby, when I am passing that Kansas City to Denver without chang: H. C. TOWNSEND. General Passenger and Ticket Ag’t| have some excuse every time an ap- ST; LOUIS, MO, | pointment is made, too. way, and Miss Carver postpones, for the fourth time, the cutting out ‘of a wen from her head, and she'll never get that story; for, the first|So they decided to give him one, thing you know, some child willhave| and they bought the best in the swallowed a pin, and you will be} market, with the days of the month, sent for, post-haste.” and the moon and all. “Very well, then,” said the doctor} The whole lodge turned out to rubbing his bald spot, thoughtfully, | make the presentation. Mrs. War- and then clasping his hands behind | ner, she seen them comin’ down the his head. “You remember Job Hol-|;oad carryin’ the clock between loway, who kept an auction shop in | them on a shutter, and she said then Main street?” it made the cold chills run down her “And played the bass drum in | pack, it looked so like a coffin. They the Birdlington brass band?” coaxed Tony out into the back yard, “The same. Well, I told him one | and then they set up the clock in day that the next time he came | the dinin’-room and called him in across a tall, eight-day clock he} when they got her up and set her might buy it for me, if it could be a-goin’. Cosey Black, he made the had for a reasonable price. I haven't presentation speech, and Tony, he the modern taste for old things, but | got out the cider and some old ap- I had always had a tall clock in my ple-jack and they had a high old office until some one had coaxed it | time. away from me, and I'd been rather} Well, everything went all right homesick without it. Time passed | yntil one night. Mrs. Warner was away, and I had forgotten all about | sittin’ alone in the house, when the order, when one day I met old thump went somethin’ that proved Job in the street. He stopped me, | to be the weights o’ the clock. How and J noticed a troubled look on his | them cords got broke no one could face. tell; but that very night the baby “ Doctor,’ said he, in a solemn | was took down with croup and died voice, ‘you remember you spoke to | in less than twenty-four hours. Mrs. me some time ago about gettin’ you | Warner wouldn’t hear nothin’, but a tall clock. Well, I've got you one, |the clock had given warnin’; but but you needn’t take it unless you | Tony said that was all rubbage an’ want it. ole women’s talk, an’ he got the ‘But I do want it. What do Ij weights fixed and set her goin’ ag’in. owe you for it, Job?’ said I. Well, Mrs. Warner hadn’t more’n ‘I paid all of five dollars for it, | sotover the death of that baby, doctor,’ said he. than one evenin’ as Tony an’ all the ‘Very well, Job, that was cheap! rest of °em was sittin’ round the enough. Here's your mouey, send | Baltimore heater in the dinin-room, it up as soon as possible, and many they heard a rattlin’ and a bangin’ thanks.’ like a clock factory broke loose. Job folded the bili slowly, and, !y4rs. Warner she jumped up and putting it in his waistcoat. pocket, | cried, and she said she krowed turned away and started down the | somethin’ would come of it. Tony street. I wondered why he seemed | he looked a little skeered, but he so melancholy, but forgot all about ‘laughed, and told Mrs. Warner to it as I hurried off m an opposite di- | sit down and not make a goose of It’s aston-|rection. Ihadn’t gone far when I| herself: but he didn’t laugh the next | him,” BUTLER. ly. ‘You know he is the soul of promptness.” She had hardly finished the words when a noise like the crash of doom came from the innermost recesses of the clock, and without any appar- ent provocation, it struck twenty- nine ringing strokes. Mrs. Blood- good clutched the balustrade, and gasped: “Great heavens! age to-day!” . The doctor laughed a nervous lit- tle laugh, and told her not to be foolish, while I am free to confess I felt a strange sensation about the region of my heart. I put on a bold front, however, and bade them good day, fully intending to call around later and see if Edward had get home. I walked slowly up the street, turning the strange story over in my mind, when some one gave me a tremendous whack in the back. Ilooked around and there stood Edward. “Thank heaven!” said I. it is your ghost!” “lt isn’t, but it might have been,” said he; and I noticed that he look- ed rather pale, and his clothes were covered with dirt and torn. “Our train ran off an embankment and was pretty badly smashed. We're two hours behind time, besides be- ing somewhatshaken up. I thought my last hour had come.” “And so did your sister,” said I = “My sister?” he exclaimed, in sur- prise. “Who could have told her?” “The haunted clock,” said I, im- pressively. Just Edward's HOUSE day, when he got a telegram that his father had died the night before, and, as near as they could reckon, at just the hour the clock set up a ca- reerin’. Mrs. Warner wanted to send it away then, for she said it was haunted, and no use talkin’; but Tony said the lodge would all laugh at him, and he wouldn't doit. Time went on, and there wasn’t nothin’ heard from the clock. Then all of a sudden, one of the principal men in gettin’ up the subscription for it was took ill with a fever, and Tony and some other men in the lodge nussed him. Mrs. Warner told Tony he oughtn’ter go, for there was no tellin’ what that fever might be. But go he would, and the next thing he was took down with what turned out to be a bad case of spotted fever. Mrs. War- ner she nussed him night and day; she wouldn't let no one else goanigh him. One night, sho had to go to the dinin’ room for water or some- thin’, and just as she turned up the light she saw the ole clock start out from the wall and pitch forrad onto the table, right across the place where Tony always set. Nothin’ bad teched it. It jest jumped out of its own self, and fell with a crash like the day of judgment. Mrs. Warner jest went down in a heap on the floor, for she knowed full well what that meant. She don’t know how long she lay there, but when she looked up the hired girl was standin’ over her and wringin’ her hands. The girl was pi’ntin’ at the clock, and sayin’, I know what that means; it’s death, that’s what it is.” She helped Mrs. Warner up stairs to Tony’sroom,. The girl wouldn't goin, but Mrs. Warner did, and not a minute too soon, for Tony jest raised his eyes and looked at her and fell back with a groan, dead as a docr nail. After his death, they found out he hadn’t left much money, and ev- erythin’ had to be sold. I cried off the vendoo, and when I came to that clock, you could have heard a pin drop. ‘Will no one bid on this fine eight-day clock?” sez I, for I hadn’t heard the story then. But not a word was spoke, till some man back in the crowd, said: “It’s hanted. I wouldn't have it for kindlin’-wood!” Then I started it at five dollars, for I knowed it was worth seventy-five dollars, an’ I got no other bid, I knocked it down to you, Doctor, and there you have the whole story in a nutshell.” ‘A pretty good-sized nutshell,’ I thought, but I kept the thought to myself. ‘An’ now, after all that, do you want the clock?’ I assured him that I did; that I was not at all superstitious (though I did notice with something of a shudder that we were standing under the undertaker’s awning), and that he might send it along at once, which he did, and I had it placed on the stairway where you saw it.” I had smoked my pipe empty be- fore the doctor had finished his story, which I had found very inter- esting. “I must have another look at the haunted clock,” said I; and the doc- tor accompanied me out into the hall. As we stood on the landing admiring it, Mrs. Bloodgood came out of her room, ane after a few words of greeting, asked her hus- band if he had forgotten that her brother Edward was expected home that day to a birthday dinner. “J had forgotten it fora moment,” said the doctor, and locking at his | watch, added, a little anxiously: | “and he is over two hours overdue.” “I hope nothing has happened to said Mrs. Bloodgood, nervous- “Unless English Spavin Liuiment removes all Hard, Soft or Calloused Lumps and Blemishes trom norses, Blood Spavins, Curbs, Splints, Sweeney, Ring-bone, Stifles, Sprains, all Swollen throats, Coughs, etc. Save $5 dy use ot one bottle. Warranted the most wondertui Blemish Cure everknown. Sold by W. J. Lansdowne, druggist, Butler, r9ry President Hickman on the Political Situation. Correspondence to Journal of Agriculture. 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