Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1893-09-01
'esl With all his burglaring tools on

ton was creeping along under the shadow
Of the white blossomed syringa bushes.
with his carbine on his shoulder. The
moon. a pallid. gibbous line of light.
blinked down through the boughs Of
the buttonball tree. A distant owl
booted from the swamps. as Mr.. Upton
made plunge at his prey.
"Scoundrel, I've got you !" he roared
"Villain, unhand me r. Numbered a
deep bass voice. i.'a ~
A brisk scuffle ensued, during which
the old carbine went off. discharging its
CONTENTS sudden CLEAN of flame and
smoke-into the leaves of the buttonball
tree. Mrs. Martin, who had rushed into
Phebe's room, flung her arms around
the girl
Don't be frightened, dear r. said
she.
"Oh. I'm not frightened ~ said
Phebc, who had lighted candle, and
looked very Juliet-like, in long dress
ing gown, with her yellow hair lowing
luxuriantly down her back, II knew
he would come"
Knew he would come p" repeated
Mrs. Martin. "The-burglar p
ooh, it isn't burglar" murmured
Phebe. ats Harryr'
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! He has followed mo, and
has been serenading me under tho win
dow Didn't you hear the banjo p
Goodness me" said Mrs Martin.
And" vehemently added Phebc.
"Tll be true to him, for ever and ever r.
But the colloquy was presently inter-
rupted by sound in the hall below, as
of some heavy body tumbling over and
over with ceaseless persistence. Both
women fled to the door and peeped
nervously over the stair-rail, while Hes
ter, from behind tho mahogany linen
press, shrieked: Murder Help | MUIR
der without second Of intermission.
Heres tho villain 7" shouted Mr..
Upton, rolling over and over like u
cider Darrell.
"Tve got him ~ roarcd the bass voice
of Phebe's Harry.
"The underhand miscrcant r foamed
tho farmer.
"Madder than n March haro!" utter
ed Harry, at last succeeding in scram-
bling to his feet. "Look here, old gen.
tleman, what docs all this mean IL
you are burglar, say so am not r.
Harry chirped Phebe. "be merci-
full, as you are strong. For my sake,
harm not my uncle r.
But Hester, charging into tho ARRAY
with pair of tengs, soon changed the
aspect Of affairs Explanations ensuod--
rage changed into laughter-and Mrs
Martin went upstairs to prepare quaint
apartment commonly known as the Oak
Room, for the reception of the trouba-
dour 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 | A. NJ,
come to the front door instead of the
wing window What the dickens! I'm
neither jaior nor an ogrel If my niece
wants TO marry man and tho man can
prove himself able to support wife, I
should not stand in the way"
Uncle" lispcd Phcbe, 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 o'clock in the sweet
June morning. when tho blackbirds we're
whistling and the cabbage roses weighed
down with dew. But, early as she was,
Mr.. Upton had come down before her
and stood on the doorstep, with his
hands ia his pockets
"Well, Stella" said he, chuckling,
"who would have thought OF our having
an adventure in the old place 2"
Mrs. Martin smiled
"What are you doing2" said Mr..
Upton, turning rather abruptly around.
IL am scalding meal for tho young
turkeys.'
A"Well, leave il Of n minute, and talk,
| say, Stella"
| yes"
She looked at him with her large,
wine-brown eyes full Of serious qucs-
tioning
"All this sort Of things makes ono
think OF ones young days, oh T.
There was the least quiver Of sad
smile around her lips.
''The days, Stella, when used 10 BIO
fond OF you. Before We quarreled. BE-
fore Wilfred Martin crossed your path. !"
Still Mrs. Martin did not stir. There
was something 10 that rcposeful manner
Of hers that fitted in wonderfully 10 his
ideas Of life. lie hated furry. Mrs.
Martin never was 10 furry.
IL am fond Of you still" went on Mr..
Upton. This little loye-aiTair in our
midst has wakenod me up don't know
how, and don't care. Is il TO late,
Stella, to begin life over again, you and
IT. roo
She went mp TO him, with her slow.
graceful step aud put her hand in his
Still she did not speak. She only looked
and smiled But no understood her.
''God bless you, Stella" said he.
Mrs. Cresshill, Of No - East Forti-
eth street. was highly scsndalized when
the letter from Upton Hall came.
IA pretty state Of things,' said she.
ITO think that Harry Ravens has fol-
lowed that girl straight into the New
Hampshire wilds and married her ! And
with her uncle's consent 10 the bargain. "
That's not the worst Of IT," dryly
remarked hor husband. "Your brother
Upton has got married, tool And
there's an end Of your expectations from
that branch Of tho family"
Mrs. Cresshill wrung her hands, but
what mattored idle sears2 What was
done could not be undone, AMI Cupid,