The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1884-11-01

'lOu motner, my Cnllui ubh every
confidence In my Judgment" said Grand
Aunt Garraway, impressiyely. For
that reasan," said the old lady, with
dignity, II invite him here as q 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'll think he's having q cigar and
reading the newspaper in the smoke
house." rather guiltly confessed Phoebe.
"Go and call him in, said Mrs. Cara
way Tell him he shall be welcome"
And Phoebe obeyed scarcely able to
believe he own enrs.
Mr.. De Motto was indeed tall and
troubadour:lik. He had dark, pensive
eyes, and wore very handsome satin
necktie; and If his fpger nails were not
as clean rs Mrs. Garraway liked to see,
and his pocket handkerchiefs were not
of the finest lihen, still people thought
differently on such subjects.
Harry Sanford looks the most of q
gentleman" thought Mrs. Garaway.
And even PLnbe. in mental com.
parison, could not help owing to herself
that Sanford seemed the most at his
ease.
Grand-Aunt Garraway smiled her
sweetest and seemed to notice nothing
amiss. Harry Sanford diligently talked
politics and did his best to amuse the
stranger Nevertheless, when Phoebe
went to bed that night she was not SO
happy rs she had expected to be.
In the dead Of the night Grand.Aunt
Garraway's hand fell softly on th@be's
shoulder She started up.
"Hush!" said the old lady. "Don't
utter sound. Get up. Come down
stairs with me-"
"What is the matter" gasped the
girl,
Your fine lover is breaking into my
big cherry-wood bureau" said Mrs
Garraway. HE has complete kit of
burglars tools. But don't look so fright
ened, my dear. The jewel-case is there,
but it is empty. Harry Sanford has the
pins aud pendants at the county bank.
He's welcome to all he can find; and
Harry and the farm laborer have got his
accomplice safely tied outside, and they
are ready to seize ON him the moment he
steps across the threshold. But come; l
want you to see for yourself!"
And, standing on the staircase, where
she could peep through the transom light
into the back parlor, Phoebe beheld her
troubadour lover picking locks and pry-
ing open drawers ina most business-like
manner.
In spite of her resolution she uttered a
little cry.
Mr.. De Motto looked up and saw her.
The next instant the room was in dark
ness.
.
"But we caught the fellow as neatly as
possible" Mr. Harry Sanford said after
ward, with the empty jewel-case in his
possession and a lot of silver spoons in
his breast pocket"
Hes an old band, the Albany author.
tiles say. 'Light-ingered Lemuel. they
call him; and he's safe to get long
term in the penitentiary."
Alas, poor Phoebe!
"Dut how did you know he was a thief,
Aunt Garraway?" she said.
II 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 a young girl like you tc
be the best judge of character in the
world. Harry Sanford declared he was
rascal the first moment he set eyes or
him."
So the expedition to Grand.Aun'
Garraway's proved success, after all
The Middleton-De Motto engagement
was broken up, and there is every proba'
bility that new one will RISE phoenix
like, out OF the ashes.