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THE BILLIKEN CLOCK
By George Munson.
"A clock, Harry! Foran engage
ment present," inquired Margaret
Lisle, looking with astonished eyes
at the gilt timepiece which her sweet-
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heart, Harry Vernon, removed from
"Well, you see, dear, it was an idea
of my own," Harry explained. "It is
called a Bilhken clock, and it is sup
posed to make lovers true to each
other for a whole year. All you have
to do is to set it upon your table,
wid it every day, and let it run. You
see, it tells the months as well as the
hours Well, that's alL Let's trust
it, shall we?"
"I'd rather trust myself to our
love, dearest," whispered Margaret.
"Besides, you know we shall be quite
an old married nouple before the
year is ended."
Harry kissed her, and with that the
Billikin clock was forgotten for the rth
time. The next morning it was tick- "
ing away merrily upon Margaret's
mantel. And sometimes the thought
of its pretendedly miraculous powers
returned to her, but only for a time.
The approaching marriage drove
away all other ideas.
They were to have been married in
three months, but the sweetest love
may come to its undoing. There had
been little quarrels, such as are not
unknown among lovers; but it was. a
revelation to Margaret when Harry
told her she never loved him.
"There, take back your ring!" she
sobbed, flinging it upon the floor. "I
am only glad of one thing that I was
warned in time."
"Warned?" questioned Harry, icily.
"So you have been discussing me
with other men, have you, Mar
garet?" "Brute!" sobbed Margaret, stamp
ing out of the room.
All the while the Billiken clock was
ticking away upon the mantel. But
neither was thinking of the watchful
little gnome within, ready to inter
vene at the appointed moment.
Two months later Margaret sailed
for Europe. She knew now that all
the important changes in her life had
come; thence forward it would flow
evenly along in its present channels.
She still loved Harry. That she
knew. She would always love him.
But they would never be anything J
more to each other than they were.
The man whom she had idealized
had proved to be a very human being . 'j
after all. And the angel that Harry '
Vernon had depicted in his imagina
tion was no angel, but just a woman.
He had given her his "heart, and he S
knew that nobody could ever win
his love again. So long as he lived r
he must love Margaret.
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