St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1893-08-05

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the window! I seen him with my owl
eyes! With Ill his burglsEing tools on
his armi"
In IN instant, . Il seemed, Mr.. Tip
ton was creeping along under the
shadow Of the white -blossomed syringe
bushes. with his carbine on his shoul
der. The moon. q pallid. gibbous line
Of light. blinked down through the
boughs Of the button-ball tree. A dis
tant owl hooted from the swamps, n
Mr.. Upton made . plunge At his prey.
''Scoundrel, Two got your he roared
"villain, unhand met" thundercd q
deep bass voice.
A brisk scuf1e ensued, during which
the old carbine went of, dischargina
its contents-a sudden gleam of fame
aud smoke-into the leaves of the but
ton-ball tree. Mrs Martin, who had
rushed into Phebc's room, flung her
arms around the girl
"Don'tibe frightened, dear!" said she.
''Oh. I'm not frightenedr' said Phcbe,
who had lighted q candle, and now
looked very Juliet-lilse, in . long dress
ing gown, with her yellow hair flowing
luxuriantly down her back. II knew he
| would come"
"'Knew he would comcr" repeated
Mrs Martin. ''The-burRlar!"
'Oh, it isn't . burglar" murmured
Phebc. "It's Harry"
Harry"
my Harry" said Phebe. turning q
soft pink to the very roots of her hair.
"Thcy thought they would part us, but
they can't! lie has followed me, and
haa been serenadin9 me under the win
dow! Didn't you hear the banjo?'
Goodness mer' said NrA Martin.
"And," vehemently added Phebe,
''l'n be true to him. for ever and cver!"
But the colloquy was presently inter
rupted by = sound In the hall below, rs
of some heavy body tumbling over and
over with ceaseless persistence. Both
women fed to the door and peeped
nervously over the stair-rail, while Hes
ter, from behind the mahogany linen
press, shrieked: Murder! Help! Muir
der:' without . second of iutermission.
Heres the villain!' shouted Mr.. Tip
ton, rolling over and over like . cider
barrel
1--WE got him. roared the bass voice
Of Phebe's Harry.
''The underhand miscreant:" foamed
the farmer.
"Madder than . March hare!" uttered
Harry, at last succeeding in scrambling
TO his feet Look here, old gen tleman,
what does all this mean! II you are .
burglar, say 50! am mott"
Harry" chirped Phebe, ''be merci-
ful, as you arc strong. For my sake.
harm not my uncle!"
But Hester. charging into the affray
with pair of tongs, soon changed the
aspect Of aflair& Explanations cnsued
rage changed into laughter - and
Mrs. Martin went upstairs to prepare
quaint apartment, commonly known
a the oak room. for the reception Of
the trUubadour who had 30 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 tho front door instead Of the
wing window. What the dickens: I'm
neither . jailer nor m ogre! II my niece
-
prove himself able to support \ wife,
should not stand In the way"
"Uncle." lisped Phebe. You arc
darling:"
Give me . kiss. my girl" said Mr..
Upton. II declare. didn't know how
pretty you were, until now:"
Mrs. Martin, always an early riser,
came down at Eve 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. chuctling,
.'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.
II am scalding meal for the young
turkeys"
"Well. leave Il OF . minute. and talk.
I say, Stellar"
"Yes?'
She looked at him with her large,
wipe-brown eyes full Of serious ques-
tioning.
IAN this sort Of thing makes one
think of ones own young days, eh?"
There was the least quiver Of . sad
smile around her lips.
THE days, Stella, when ! used to be
fond of you. Before we quarreled.
Before Wilfred Martin crossed your
PATH"
Still Mira 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.
Mr2 Martin never was in furry.
II am fond Of you STILL" went on Mr..
Upton. This little love AFFAIR In our
midst has wakened me up; l don't
know how. and don't care. 10 Il too
late. Stella, to begin life over again,
you and I9'
She went up 10 him, with her slow,
graceful step, and put her hand In his.
Still she did not speak. She only
looked and smiled. But he understood
her.
God bless you, stella," said he
Ma 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
wilds and married her! And
with her uncle's consent into the bar.
yainr'
That's not the worst Of II, !" dryly re-
marked her husband ''Your brother
Upton has got married, too! And
heres IN end Of your expectations