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Show Don't count your poultry before they get big enough to get away from the cat. FINALLY GOT CLOCK RUNNING Not Probable, However, That Mr. Spriggs Will Let Anyone Know Hew It Was Accomplished. "I've nothing in particular especially especial-ly to do tonight, so I think I'll fix that clock," decided Ossup Spwiggs. "I'll show the people in this house whether I put off fixing it because I didn't know how or merely because I didn't have time before!" And he lifted the handsome eight-day eight-day clock off the mantel and, after a half hour's concern ration, removed the back. Dusting off the jewel-mounted jewel-mounted ditchy spring with the end of his handkerchief and pouring oil on the revolving gadgets and shimp-wind-ers, he screwed the back on again, wound up the clock and shook It. The clock continued in a state of innocuous inactivity. "Humph!" Ossup Spwiggs exclaimed to himself, and this time took the face off and squirted eau de cologne into the left port hole. Tben, after breathing breath-ing a prayer on the hands and rubbing rub-bing it in well, he returned the clock its face and shook it again. It remained in a condition of noncommittal non-committal somnolence. "Heck!" gwore Ossup Spwiggs, and hurled the blamed thing forcibly Into the stone fireplace. Instantly it began be-gan ticking with sensible industrious-ness. industrious-ness. "Leave it to me!-" sadi he loftily, and placed the clock back on the mantel man-tel and lit his pip": with the air of somelifdy who rcallj was some'.ndy. Louisville Times. |