St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-08-17
PHGBE'S ROMANCE.


Garraway's, at the foot of High peak, to
get her out of the way of Mr.. Middleton
DE Motto
She was little disappointed that the
snug queen Anne cottage was not more
aungeon-nke, and that the solitary noun
taip PAIN turned out to be well-traveled
turnpike, ana Mrs. Garraway, instead of
being hook noSed old crone with a gold
headed cane and a temper, was a cheerful
old lady, whose cheeks were tinted with
fresh bloom like winter apple, and who
wore black silk dress with lace ruffles
Darling aunty" faltered Phoebe. after
she had been in Punishment several davs
''may tell you secret?"
''Contide entirely in me, my child" pat
ting her on the cheek
well, then. he met me under the apple
trees last night" confessed Phoebe.
you've written to him, then?" said
Grand-Aunt Garraway, with shrewd
twinkle in her hazel eyes.
Yves" owned Phoebe. 81 told him it
was unlike anything that had anticipated.
l 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"
''Oh, he did?"
HE said he was hungering and thirsting
Tor one OF my sweet Chances, added Phoebe.
very prettily. ''And he slept on the hav in
the barn last night"
''My dear child, this will never do. He
must come here"
Here, aunty?"
cit isn't in the fitness of things that
my grandniece's sutton should be sneakinq
around the back orchard and sleeping i'm the
hayloft like tramp"
Phoebe colored.
but what else could he do, Aunt Cara
way?" said she.
For that very reason said the old lady,
with dignity, Il ask him here as a guest.
My husbands nephew, Harry Sanford is to
be here from Boston, but there is plenty of
room. Harry shall sleep in the cedar cham
ber Mr.. De Mott shall have the red room.
Where is he nOw?'
Il think he is having a cigar and read
ing the newspaper in the smoke house"
gultily confessed Phoebe.
'Call him in. Tell him he shall be well
come" said Mrs. Garraway.
Mr. DE Motto was tall and troubadour-
like. he had dark, pensive eyes, and wore
a very handsome satin necktie; and if his
finger nails were not as clean as Mrs Gar
thought differently upon such subjects.
Harry Sanford looks the most of a gen.
tleman," thought Mrs. Garrawav. And
even Phoebe. in mental comparison, could
not help owning to herself that Mr.. Sanford
was the most at his ease.
But then, " thought Phoebe, she hasn't
any diplomatic troubles on his mind.
wish. though. that dear Middleton wouldn't
eat green peas with his fork and that he
would take little more notice of the chair
covers and not drag them off every time he
sits down. hope it won't make my grand
aunt nervous"
But Grandaunt Garraway smiled her
sweetest and seemed to notice nothing
amiSS
And Harry Sanford diligently talked
politics and did his best to amuSe the stran-
ger.
Nevertheless, when Phoebe went to bed
that night she was not so happy as she eX-
pected to be. For diplomat, Mr. De Motto
was not so remarkably intelligent after all.
and she was very certain that his grammar
was not altogether correct. She hoped that
Harry Sanford had not observed it.
In the dead of the night Grand Aunt Gar.
raway's hand fell softly on Phebe's Shout.
der. She started up:
"Hushn said the old lady. "Don't utter
sound. Get up and come down stairs
with me-"
''What issthe 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 is frightened, my dear. The
jewelcase is there, but it is empty. Harry
Sanford has the pins and pendants at the
county bank. He's welcome to all he can
find. Harry and the farm laborers have
got his accomplice safely tied outside, and
they're ready to seize on him the moment
he steps across the threshold. But come
quickly! 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 pryng
open drawers in most business like man.
ner.
In spite of her resolution she uttered
little cry. Mr.. De Motto looked up and
saw her. The next instant the room was
in darkness.
but we caught the fellow as neatly as
possible" Harry Sanford said afterward,
with the empty jeWel-case in his possess
sion and lot of silver spoons in his breast
pocket. He's an old hand, the Albany all-
th0ritieS say. 'Light-Fingered Lemuel,'
they call him, and he's safe to get long
term in the penitentiary."
Alas. poor Phoebe!
Harry Sanford set himself so diligently
to work to console the disllusionized
maiden that he soon succeeded in restoring
her temporarily eclipsed smiles.
So the expedition to Grand-Aunt Cara
ways proved success after all. The
Middleton-De Motto engagement was
broken up, and there is every probability
that new one will rise, Phenix-like, out
of it's ashes.
Sad Game of Billiards.
N. Y. Cor. Albany Evening Journal
A party of friends of the dementad hill