Burke's weekly for boys and girls. (Macon, Ga.) 1867-1870, November 02, 1867, Image 1
Entered according to Act of Congress, in .Juno, 1867, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
Vol. I.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
GRANDMA NICHOLS’ CLOCK.
BY CLARA LE CLERC.
f WONDER what time it is?”
said Grandma Nichols, as
she took off her glasses,
laid them upon the work
stand at her side, and be-
Mgan to pull the basting threads
LB from the piece
of work she
had just com
pleted. The short
winter day was rap
idly wearing to a
close, and the old lady
had strained her fee
ble eyes in the uncer
tain light, in order to
finish the garment
upon which she had
been diligently en
gaged since early
dawn.
’Tvvas a pleasant,
old-fashioned room.
At one side was a
great, wide fireplace,
with huge andirons.
A real Christmas log was wedged in be
tween the wide jams, and great forked
tongues of flame went leaping up the
broad chimney. Four large rosy apples
were roasting upon the neatly swept
hearth. Upon tho high, old-fashioned
mantle was a teapot, a candlestick, a book,
and three apples. An old rifle was hang
ing above the mantle. A set of swinging
shelves for books occupied the wall next
to the fireplace. A great eight-day clock,
reaching from the floor almost to the ceil
ing, came next in order. The portrait of
a dark, handsome man hung low upon
the wall between the clock and an old
time cupboard, which had neatly scoured
snelves, and snow-white cups and plates.
MACON, GrA., NOVEMBER 2, 1867.
Then by the broad window seat, upon
which was placed a flower stand contain
ing a beautiful rose geranium, and Grand
ma’s pincushion also, was seated Grandma
herself, in her big old arm chair, with her
neat white muslin cap, black bombazine
dress, long checked apron, and little white
lambs’-wool shawl—which she always
wore about her shoulders on cold days.
“ It is almost night, I expect,” she mut-
tered softly to herself, as she prepared to
fold the garment she had just completed,
—a litttle white linen apron, with dainty
ruffles and lace.
“ Don’t you hear Grandma, Harry ?
She wants to know what time it is, and
you’s bigger than me, so you must tell
her.” And little five-year-old Eva gave
master Harry a gentle push. They were
both down upon the floor before the fire,
watching their apples, but master Harry,
with all the dignity that a young gentle
man of seven can possess, scrambled to his
feet and took his stand before the great
old clock. Little Eva soon joined him,
and the two children stood there, making
quite a pretty picture —Eva with her little
chubby hands crossed behind her, and
Harry with his locked in front of him.
At least Grandma thought so, for every
now and then she would steal a glance at
them over her shoulder, and a smile would
light up her wrinkled face.
“I sav, Grandma, Harry is going to
tell you what time it is,” rang out Eva’s
clear, silvery voice.
“Very well, my darling, Grandma will
played about Grandma's pleasant mouth.
“N— o , ma’am, but I can’t tell the long
hand from the short one.”
“Think about it, my dear; does ten
o’clock come this time of the day ? I
thought ten came in the morning and at
night.”
“So it does, so it does!" exclaimed mas
ter Harry, rubbing his hands gleefully.
“ I never thought of that! G randma, tell
us how you ever learned to tell the time
of day,” and Harry hastened to his grand
mother’s side, followed closely by little
Eva.
“ Yes, Grandma, do," put in the sweet
voice, “ tell us how, for I want to know.”
“ Well, well, my pets, let Grandma first
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be very happy to
have her little man
tell her the time of
day.”
“ Well, Grandma, I
can’t, to save my life,
tell whether it is half
after ten or five min
utes to six. The old
clock is so high up, a
fellow can’t see in
this dim light!”
And master Harry
turned his bright lit
tle face, with its puz
zled expression, full
upon Grandma.
“Why, are your
eyes failing, my boy?”
and a funny smile