St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-10-16
GRAND-AUNT GARRAWAY.

grass grows in the middle of the road, and
there isn't wagon goes past, unless you
count the hay-carts and the daily stagep'
''Horriblep' said Miss Parks, the sewing
woman.
'I'd as soon be buried alivel" sobbed
Phoebe.
Miss Parks remained to console pretty
Phepe Tacson as she helped to pack the
trunks, which were to be sent to Grand
Aunt Garraway's by express.
''And Pm not even to be allowed to bid
him good-bye!' walled the forlorn young
damsel. ''Oh, I don't see how mamma can
he so hard-hearted!"
SIS he very handsome?" said Miss Parks,
whose life had not known many love affairs.
Exactly like troubadourr' said Phoebe,
enthusiastically.
''And what is his business?" said Miss
Parks.
''He is here on private embassy for the
Russian government" said Phoebe, prouly.d
''But that's just what mamma won't be
lieve'
So Phoebe Tacson was sent to Grand-Aunt
Garraway's, at the foot of High Peak, to get
hSA OuU VI tHO way VI MI AluuleIOH Oe
Motto.
The old lady had travelled in Europe, read
all the newest books, and drove little basket
phaeton with fat, dappled pony, and, to
Phebe's surprise, she was eminently symp-
thetic.
'Dear aunty," said the girl, 81 never
dreamed you were as nice as this -
''Well, my DEAR said Grand-Aunt Cara
way, II have been young myself, and 1
don't believe in putting too much restraint
upon tina heart''-(here Phoebe jumped up
and kissed her)-''so, when 1 got your
mothers letter I thought the whole matter
over. If you really believe you can't live
without this young man"
Darling aunty!'' faltered Phoebe, ''may I
tell you a secret!''
''Confide entirely in me, my child,'' said
Grand-Aunt Garraway, patting her cheek.
''Well, then, he met me under the apple
trees last night" confessed Phoebe, ''by the
light of the moon ~
you've written to him, then?'' said
Grand-Aunt Garraway, with a shrewd twinkle
in her hazel eyes.
yves" owned Phoebe. 81 told him it
was unlike anything that had anticipated.
described your pretty furniture and choice
china and the solid-silver tea service with the
Garraway monogram on it, and your set of
amethysts, and he came on by the earliest
train.''
ooh, he dida" said Grand-Aunt Garraway.
HE said he was hungering and thirsting
for one OF my sweet glances," added Phoebe,
blushing very prettily.n ''And he slept on
the hay in the barn last night.''
''My dear child, this will never dol" pro-
nounced Grand-Aunt Garraway, ''He must
come here!'
81 want to see him for MYSELF said Mrs.
Garraway.
''But what will mamma say?r
Your mother, my child, has every conf
dence in my judgment, ''said Grand Aunt Gar
raway. impressivly. For that reason" said
the old lady, with dignity, II invite him
here as guest. My husbands nephew,
Harry Sanford, is to be here tonight from
Boston; but there is plenty of room. Harry
shall sleep in the cedar chamber. Mr. De
Motto shall have the red room. Where is he
now?"
'I-I think he's having cigar and read
ing the newspaper in the smoke-house," IA
ther guilty confessed Phoebe.
$50 and call him in said Mrs. Garraway
''Tell him he shall be welcome.n
And Phoebe obeyed scarcely able to believe
her own ears.
Mr.. De Motto was tall and troubadour-like.
He bad dark, pensive eyes, and wore a very
| handsome satin necktie; and if his finger
nails were not as clean as Mrs. Garraway
liked to see, and his pocket handkerchiefs
were not of the finest linen, still people
thought differently on such subjects
Harry Sanford looks the most of a gen
tleman," thought Mrs. Garraway
Aud even Phoebe in mental comparison
could not help owning 10 herself that Mr..
Sanford seemed the most at his ease
Grand-Aunt Garraway smiled her sweetest
and seemed to notice nothing amiss Har-
~ Sanford diligently talked politics and did
his best to amuse the stranger. Neverthe-
less, when Phoebe went to bed that night
she was not so happy as she expected to be.
In the dead of the night Grand-Aunt Gar
raway's hand fell softly on Phebe's shoulder
She started up.
'tHushl' said the old lady. 'Don't utter
a sound. Getup. Come down stairs with
me.'
'What is the matter9" gasped the girl.
''Your fine lover is breaking into my big
cherry wood bureau said Mrs. Garraway
''He has a com plete kit of burglars tools.
But don't look so frightened, my dear The
jewel ease is there but it is empty Harry
county bank. He's welcome to all he can
find; and Harry aud the tarm laborer have
got his accomplce safely tied outside, and
they're ready to sieze on him the moment
he steps across the threshold. But come: |
want you to see for yoursenv
And standing on the staircase where she
coule peep through the transom light into
the back parlor, Phoebe beheld her trouba-
dour lover picking locks and prying open
drawers in a most business-like manner
In spite of her resolution she uttered lit
tie cry.
OMr. De Lore looked up and saw her. The
next instant the room was in darkness.
K
but we caught the fellow as neatly as
possible Mr. Harry Sanford said afterward
with the empty iewel-case in his possession
and a lot of silver spoons in his breast peck
et.''
''He's an old hand, the Albany authorities
say. Light fingered Lemuel, they call
him: and he's safe to get long term in
the penitentiary"
Alas, poor Phebel
''But how do you know he was a thief,
Aunt Garraway!" she said.
Il didn't know, child" said the old lady
II only suspected that everything wasn't all
right. But don't fret. One doesn't expect
young girl like you to be the best judge of
character in the world. Harry Sanford de-
clared he was rascal the first moment he
set eyes on him.
So the expedition to Grand Aunt Cara
why's proved a success, after all. The Mid
dletonDe-Motte engagement was broken up
and there is every probability that new
one will rise, ph9nix-like out Of the ashes
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