"Now you can understand, I guess, why I sent Bailey away, telling him I should have to dream over this bracket clock. Two hundred years is a long time and methods have changed greatly since then. Therefore in order to repair such a product, I shall have to think myself back into the year 1700 and work in the fashion Richard Parsons did; otherwise I cannot successfully take up his handiwork. A clockmaker has to have imagination, you see."
"I never thought of that."
"It is such puzzles as these that make my trade interesting," McPhearson observed. "If every clock that came to me was of precisely the same pattern as every other, the work I do would be monotonous enough. But it is because clocks are as different as people that they pique my curiosity. Even those turned out in factories, for example, are never twice alike."
"I should think those would _have_ to be alike," Christopher responded.
"You"d think so, and so would I if I had not handled so many and learned otherwise. No, every clock has its personality, its little tricks. One doesn"t like a cold room, perhaps, and as a protest will stop or lose time; another shows its disapproval of the heat by being ten minutes fast. Still another balks at an incline in the mantelpiece, so slight that n.o.body can see it, and will not tick even. So it goes. And it is not always the most expensive clocks and watches, either, that keep the best time, for sometimes a cheap affair will, for reasons not to be fathomed, put to shame your costly one. Not infrequently I take to pieces a fine clock or watch and fail to find anything the matter with it, and yet it will not go as it should. The creatures actually seem to be stubborn and take notions just as people do."
"I"d no idea clocks were like that," mused Christopher.
"That"s because you haven"t lived with them more than half a century as I have," the old man returned in friendly fashion. "I"ve summered and wintered them, you see, for fifty years and know their tricks and their manners. But this clock of Richard Parsons has no such caprices. It is a fine, sensible clock that goes faithfully about its business unless hindered by the lack of a rivet or a drop of oil. Just now its chimes are bothering; but we"ll have them right after a little."
"Has it chimes?"
"Aye, surely. It has eight bells, though it is a small clock for the table or mantelpiece. The people of 1700 loved music and so did the clockmakers. Therefore clocks like this, that would play a different tune every day of the week, were in great demand. Maybe you never happened to see an old bracket clock of the long ago."
"No, I never did." Christopher shook his head.
"I"ll go and fetch it. To tell you the truth, I put it away so it shouldn"t be a temptation to me. Otherwise I"d be fussing with it and letting commonplace things such as this go."
McPhearson rose and shuffled away, only to return a few moments later carrying the bracket clock by its bra.s.s handle.
"So you never saw an old fellow like this, eh?" inquired he with evident satisfaction.
"No. I certainly never saw a clock with a bra.s.s handle on top to carry it by," confessed Christopher.
"And what do you say to its gla.s.s back and its beautifully chased works?" McPhearson turned his treasure round. "It was made to set on a table you see, or before the mirror that hung above the fireplace, in either of which spots the back of it would show almost as much as the front. Therefore its works were engraved, that one side should be quite as pleasing as the other."
"It"s a beauty, isn"t it?"
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"Well, you won"t see many like it," the Scotchman a.s.serted proudly. "Not but what a good number of them were turned out in England between 1670 and 1750. But that was a long while ago, and things get scattered and are crowded out by newer fashions; besides, antique clocks are not always cared for and kept running. Then, too, it isn"t always possible to find people who understand repairing such old fellows," McPhearson explained modestly. "As I said, they have to be taken as special cases and no end of thought put into them. More clocks are ruined by ignorant doctoring than by anything else. This one, thank goodness, has evidently always had intelligent care; if it hadn"t it would not be ticking now."
Gently the man put his burden on the workbench.
It was a square clock with arched top and bra.s.s feet; and its face, suggesting that of a grandfather clock, was quaintly decorated with garlands of red roses. It had beautifully pierced hands, small bra.s.s cherub"s heads at the corners, and at the top a single small hand pointed to its musical repertoire which consisted of: cotillion, jig, minuet, song, air, dance, and hymn.
"You can take your choice of tunes, you see," explained McPhearson.
"There is one for every day of the week. All you have to do is to shift the indicator round to what your want to hear. It chimes every three hours--at six, nine, twelve, and three o"clock, and just before the music begins, it strikes one to indicate the hour."
"I wish I could hear it play."
"You shall by and by. And you may select the tune if you like. It has a pretty tone, something like that of a music box; and the selections are pretty, too--old-fashioned airs that were familiar to the people of that day and are now curious and interesting. I want you to notice the bra.s.s spandrels while you are about it, for it is those that do much in helping us determine the dates when old clocks were made."
"I"m afraid I don"t know what a spandrel is," Christopher announced with appealing frankness.
"And what marvel? How should you?" his companion replied pleasantly.
"You have been such a good listener that I was forgetting you had not been brought up among clocks as I have been. Well, a spandrel is the small bra.s.s ornament at the corner that fills in the triangular gap left between the circular face and the square outline of the case. Some clocks have four of these, others such as this one only two. These ornaments were roughly cast in bra.s.s and afterward more carefully lacquered and finished by the clockmaker himself. Sometimes, however, we find them crudely executed as if they had been taken direct from the mold. Clockmakers of that time were not so inventive as we; neither had they had training in design, and as a result we see little variety in these bra.s.s ornamentations. At one period all these spandrels took the form of cherub"s heads, an idea that may possibly have been copied from the Italians. Later a pattern with two cherubs supporting a crown was popular; and at a still later date the head of the cherub set in a scroll is found. That is the pattern on this one. The bra.s.s basketwork across the top is a relic of the old bird-cage clock which just preceded this one, and was cast by the metalsmith and then purchased by the clockmaker as were the spandrels.
"Since we know the approximate date that such metal work was done and have in addition Richard Parsons" name listed among the London Clockmakers" Company together with his address, there is pretty positive evidence that this antique is genuine."
"Was a list of all the London clockmakers kept?" questioned Christopher incredulously.
"Of those who belonged to the Clockmakers" Company, yes; but there were many excellent makers who lived in the country and therefore did not belong to this guild. Those who were members were, you may be moderately certain, fine workmen. For that matter you may rest a.s.sured that any old clock of early make which is still doing duty is a good clock; it would not be going now if it weren"t."
"Of course. But Richard Parsons was really in the list, was he?"
"He was; his name, address, date of apprenticeship and the name of the maker to whom he was apprenticed; also the dates when he was admitted to the most worshipful Clockmakers" Company. So you see, although he lived long ago, Richard Parsons is no stranger to us."
"It makes you feel different when you know who he was, doesn"t it?"
commented Christopher slowly.
"Yes, and his work helps us to know a good deal about him too, for no lazy, careless person turned out such a clock as this. We must nevertheless take into consideration that in 1700 men had the leisure for careful handiwork. n.o.body was in a hurry in those days. Richard Parsons, in his shop at Number 15 Goswell Street, had all the time in the world to make his clock, and could fuss about and experiment to his heart"s content. Probably no one ever thought of jogging him on or pestering him to know if his work wasn"t done."
Ruefully McPhearson shrugged his shoulders.
"Now I couldn"t make a clock even were I so minded," he continued with a whimsical smile. "Mr. Bailey and a score of others as anxious as he would be prancing in here every half-hour to find out when it would be finished. They would expect it to be made, wound up, and ticking, inside a week. It was not so in the days of Queen Anne." The Scotchman sighed, then added, "Sometimes I envy them their leisure."
Once more he turned the clock round so Christopher could see its old-fashioned face gay with dainty vines and flowers.
"I declare if it isn"t almost twelve o"clock," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed he. "It"s only three minutes behind schedule to-day. Still we must get it down finer than that. Besides, I"d rather it gained than lost time; losing is a grievous fault. Now what selection shall we play? Choose quickly for there isn"t much leeway--"
"I"ll have the dance."
"On with the dance!" McPhearson exclaimed gayly.
Opening the door at the front he moved the single hand until it pointed to the air desired. And he was none too soon, for an instant later the clock struck the hour and then, after a short pause, Christopher heard the tinkle of bells, thin, clear, and sweet, beginning to play a quaint s.n.a.t.c.h of melody. It was not at all the sort of dance music the boy had expected. Instead it was a merry little tune so gay one could not but be glad that noontide had come and that the sun rode high in the heavens.
"Jove, but that"s jolly!" cried Christopher with delight. "I wish it would play right over again. If I had a clock like that I should run to listen to it every time it struck."
"That is what our men here did at first," laughed McPhearson. "They all threw down their tools and rushed here like a pack of children."
"Couldn"t anybody buy one of these clocks?"
"I"m afraid were you to try to, you would find it would cost a small fortune," answered the Scotchman. "Once you could have secured such an article at a very modest price; but values increase with time, and to-day the work of Richard Parsons and those like him is at a premium.
Moreover, old bracket clocks are not often for sale. Those who own them are aware of their value and will not part with them."
"Then I guess all I can do is to listen to this one," sighed Christopher.
"That is all I can do myself," McPhearson declared, with a wan smile. "I should consider I had a fortune could I own a treasure like this. But at least if I cannot own it, I can have the fun of keeping it running and there is some satisfaction in that."
"I should think there"d be a lot!" cried Christopher.