Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-07-06


its contents--a sudden CLEAN OF fame
and smoke-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, deari" said she.
"Oh, I'm not frightened" said Phebe,
who had lighted a candle, and now
looked very Juliet-like, in long dress
ing gown, with her yellow hair flowing
luxuriantly down her back. II knew he
would come"
Knew he would Gomez" repeated
Mrs Martin. "The-burglarp
"oh, 1t isn't a burglar" murmured
Phebe. 'It's Harry~
Harry"
my Harry" 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 serenading me under the win
dowl Didn't you hear the banjo2"
Goodness mew said Mrs. Martin.
"And," vehemently added Phebe,
"l'll be true 10 him, for ever and everl"
But the colloquy was presently inter
rupted by IA sound in the hall below, as
Of some heavy body tumbling over and
over with ceaseless persistence. Both
women fed 70 the door and peeped
nervously over the stair-rail, while Hes
ter, from behind the mahogany linen
press shrieked: "Murderi Helpl Muir
derl" without n second OF intermission.
Here's the villainl" shouted Mr.. Tip
ton, rolling over and over like n cider
barrel.
"Tve got himl" roared the bass voice
Of Phebe's Harry.
"Thc underhand miscreant" foamed
the farmer.
"Madder than March hare" uttered
Harry, at last succeeding in scrambling
10 his feet. Look here, old gen tleman,
what does all this meanl II you are a
burglar, say sol am notl"
Harry" chirped Phebe, "be merci'
ful, as you are strong. For my sake,
harm not my unclev'
But Hester, charging into the affray
with pair Of tongs, soon changed the
aspect OF affairs. Explanations ensued
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 a burglar.
"And, look here, young man." said
Mr.. Upton, "the next time you come
prowling around house at one a. m,
come TO the front door instead of the
wing window. What the dickensl I'm
neither jailer nor an ogrel II my niece
wants 10 marry man and the man can
prove himself able to support a wife,
should not stand in the way!"
"Uncle," lisped Phebe, you are 9
darling"
Give mo kiss, my girl" said Mr.
Upton. 81 declare, | didn't know how
pretty you We're, until now"
Mrs. Martin, always an early riser
came down at five o'clock in the swee
June morning, when the blackbirdi
were whistling and the cabbage rosei
were weighed down with dew. But
early as she was, Mr.. Upton had com,
down before her and stood on the door
step, with his hands i'm his pockets.
We'll, Stella" said he, chuclling
"who would have thought OF our hav
ing an adventure in the old placer"
Mrs. Martin smiled.
"Whut are you doing?' said Mr.. Tip
ton, turning rather abruptly around.
"l am scalding meal for the young
turkeys"
"Wcu, leave It of minute, and talk
say, Stellar"
"Ycs?"
She looked at him with her large
winc-brown eyes full of serious ques
tioninR,
IAN this sort OF thing makes on,
think Of ones own young days, eh?"
There was the least quiver of a sat
smile around her lips.
"Thc days, Stella, when used To b,
fond Of you. Before we quarreled
Before Wilfred Martin crossed you
pathl"
Still Mrs Martin did not stir. Their
was something in that reposeful man
ner Of hers that fitted in wonderful,
TO his ideas Of life. lie hated furry
Mrs Martin never was In furry.
~ am fond Of you still," went on MIR
Upton. "This little love affair in ou
midst has walSened me up; dom
know how, and / don't care. Is IL TO,
late, Stella, TO begin life over again
You and l?'
She went up TO him, with her slow
graceful step, and put her hand in his
still she did not speak. She onl!
look ed and smiled. But he understoo,
her.
God bless you, Stella" said he.
Mrs. Cresshill, OF No. - East For
tieth street, was highly scandalize,
when the letter from Upton Hall came
"A pretty state of things" said she
"To think that Harry Havens has fol
lowed that girl straight into the New
Hampshire wilds and married herl An'
with her uncle's consent into the bar
gainr'
That's not the worst Of H." dryly re
marked her husband. "Your brother
Upton has got married, tool AND
there's an end of your expectation
from that branch of the family"
Mrs. Crcsshill wruug her hands, bu
what mattered idle tears? What wal
done could not be undone, and Cupid
as all tho world knows, cares nothing
for sequins. Randolph, in N v
Ledger
THAT'S queer fancy Of Smiths
putting six gates In his front fence.