Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1893-06-29

| ton was creeping along under the
shadow of the whitc-b -blossomed syringa
bushes, with his carbine on his shoul-
der. The moon, pallid, gibbous line
of light blinkcd down through the
boughs of the button-ball tree. dis
tant owl hooted from the swamps, as
Mr. Upton nude h plunge at his prey.
"Scoundrel, I've got youl" he roared.
"Villain, unhand me!' thundercd a
deep bass voice
A brisk scufIle ensucd, during which
the old carbine went off, dischargina
its contcnts--a sudden Eleam of flame
and sinoke--into the leaves of the but.
ton.ball tree. Mrs. Martin, who had
rushed into Phebe's room, flung her
arms around the girl.
Don't be frightened, dear" said she.
'Oh, I'm not frightenedI' said Phebe,
who had lighted candle, and now
looked very Juliet-lilSe, in long dress
ing gown, with her yellow hair flowing
luxuriantly down her back. Il knew he
would come"
"'Knew he would Gomez" repeated
Mrs. Martin. "The-burglar"
"Oh, it isn't n burglar" murmured
Phcbc. "It's Harryr'
f, "' 'Iarry?'"
MY HarryN said Phebe, turning a
soft pink to the very roots of her hair.
"They thought they would part us, but
they can't! lie has followed me, and
has been sercnading me under the win
dowl Didn't you hear the banjo?"
Goodness mel' said Mrs. Martin.
and" vchcmently added Phebc,
"fll be true to him, for ever and cver!"
But the colloquy was presently inter-
rupted by u sound in the hall below, as
of some heavy body tumbling over and
over with ccaseless' persistence. Both
women fed to the door and pecped
.nervously over the stair-rail, while Hes
ter, from behind the mahogany linen
press, shrieled: Murder! Help! Muir
derl' without second of intermission.
Here's the villainr' shouted Mr.. Tip
ton, rolling over and over like q cider
barrel.
1--WE got him!" roarcd the bass voice
of Phebe's Harry. AEN
1.-The underhand miscreant" fonmed
the farmer.
'Maddcr than March hare!" uttered
Harry, at last succeeding in scrambling
TO his feet. Look here, old gen tleman,
what does all this mean! If you are a
burglar, say SO! am not"
Harry" chirped Phebe, "be merci-
full, as You are strong. For my sake,
harm not my uncle!'
But Hester, charging into the affray
with pair of tongs, soon changed the
aspect of affairs. Explanations cnsued
rage changed into laughter = and
Mrs Martin went upstairs to prepare a
quaint apartment, commonly known
as the oak room, for the reception OF
the troubadour who had so nearly been
shot for burglar.
'And, look here, young man." said
Mr.. Upton, "the next time you come
prowling around house at one q. m.
come to the front door instead of the
wing window. What the dickens! I'm
neither jailer nor an ogrel If my niece
wants to marry man and the man can
prove himself able to support wife, l
should not stand in the way!"
Uncle" lisped Phebe, "you are a
darling!'
"Give me kiss, my girl said Mr..
Upton. 81 declare, didn't know how
pretty you were, until now"
Mrs Martin, always an early riser,
came down at five o'clock in the sweet
June morning, when the blackbirds
were whistling and the cabbage roses
were weighed down with dew. But,
early as she was, Mr.. Upton had come
down before her and stood on the door
step, with his hands in his pockets.
"Well Stella" said he, chuckling,
"who would have thought of our hav-
ing an adventure in the old placer
Mrs. Martin smiled.
"What are you doing?" said Mr.. Tip
ton, turning rather abruptly around.
~ am scalding meal for the young
turkeys"
"Well, leave it off minute, and talk
l say, Stella?"
"Yes?"
She looked at him with her large,
wine-brown eyes full of serious ques-
tioning.
San this sort Of thing makes one
think of ones own young days, eh?"
There was the least culver of sad
smile around her lips.
1.-THE days, Stella, when used to be
fond of you. Before we quarreled.
Before Wilfred Martin crossed your
PATH"
Still Mrs. Martin did not stir. There
was something in that reposeful man
ner of hers that fitted in wonderfully
to his ideas of life. He hated furry.
Mrs. Martin never was in q furry.
81 am fond of you still" went on Mr..
Upton. This little love affair in our
midst has Weakened me up; l don't
know how, and l don't care. Is it too
late, Stella, to begin life over again,
you and II"
She went up TO him, with her Glow,
graceful step, and put her hand in his.
| Still she did not speak. She only
look ed and smiled. But he understood
her
''God bless you, Stella" said he.
Mrs. Cresshill, of No. East For.
tieth street, was highly scandalized
when the letter from Upton Hall came.
"a pretty state of things" said she.
ITO think that Harry Havens has fol-
lowed that girl straight into the New
Hampshire wilds and married her! And
with her uncles consent into the bar
gain!'
That's not the worst of it," dryly re-
marked her husband. "Your brother
Upton has got married. too! And
there's an end of your expectations
from that branch of the family"
Mrs. Cresshill wrung her hands. but
what mattercd idle tears? What was
done could not be undonc, and Cupid,