The Forrest City times., 1893-06-30
Fear God, Tell the Truth and Make Money"

we'll for mamma to talk, but ma nma did not know that the bakers boy had carried at the bottom of the basket of rolls note to Harry Ravens, and that Harry knew, as we'll as she did herself, that she was going to grabbed old uncle down in New Hampshire, and that she should always, always love him, no matter what they said to her or whither they sent her. And so, in the peaceful purple after glow of the June evening, Phebe Cress- hill and Mir Tipton eyed each other with mutual disfavor.
 How do you do, uncle?' said Phebe, with a stiff little courtesy.
 ''Oh." said Mir. Tipton. ''This is the girl, is it? Yes. How do you do? Mrs. Martin, here, will give you some sup per"
 And he went off to make sure that the barn doors were properly locked and the hen house secured, for there was rumor of burglars in Quiet Val ley, and Mir. Tipton had the finest AL | derney cows and the choicest breed of Brahma fowls in the neighborhood.
 Tt stands to reason" said he, that they'll come first to me. And don't mean to be taken unawares."
 Mrs. Martin poured the fragrant tea and served the hot, buttered biscuit and honey in the comb. Phebe choked back the tears that would come and tried to eat something.
 Twill you go to your room now?" said Mrs Martin.
 "Yes, please!" faltered Phebe. It was. spacious, low-ceiled room, full of the sweet scent of dried laven- der, and furnished with shining cherry wood presses and high h-backed chairs. Il hope you will rest we'll" said Mrs. Martin.
 Thank you," said Phebe. Mir. Tipton was hanging up his lan- tern in the back kitchen, when Mrs. Martin came downstairs.
 "Well," said he, ''did you tell her she must go home tomorrow" ''No I did not"
 'Humph" said Mir. Tipton. You might as we'll"
 As Mir. Tipton lay asleep that night he dreamed that he was boy again at an old-fashioned huslling-bee that the corn was all husked and the. barn floor cleared off, and that he and Stella-not pale, silent Mrs. Martin, but the gold haired, laughing Stella of twenty years ago-were going down the long links of the Virginia reel to the mad music of ] Rory OMore."
 l He sat up in bed and ru bbed his eyes. Was it real music or dream? Or was 1 it-
 Burglars. Burglars" squeaked Hester, banging at his door. Please, Mir. Tipton, get your gun! He's under the window! I seen him with my own eyes! With all his burglaring tools on his arm!"
 In an instant, as it seemed, Mir. Tip 1 ton was creeping along under the shadow of the white -blossomed syringa bushes, with his carbine on his shoul- der. The moon, a pallid, gibbous line of light, blinked down through the boughs of the button-ball tree. A dis tant owl hooted from the swamps, as MT. Tipton made a plunge at his prey.
 "Scoundrel, I've got you," he roared.
 "Villain, unhand mel" thundered a deep bass voice.
 1 A brisk scuffle ensued, during which 1 the old carbine went off, discharging its contents-a sudden gleam of flame and smoke-into the leaves of the but 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 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. Il knew he would come"
 Knew he would come?" repeated Mrs. Martin. ''The-burglar
 ''Oh, it isn't burglar" murmured Phebe Its 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! He has followed me, and 1 has been serenading me under the win dowl Didn't you hear the banjo?" ''Goodness mel said Mrs. Martin.
 And" vehemently added Phebe s'I'll be true to him. for ever aud ever!" 1 But the colloquy was presently inter- rupted bysA sound in the hall below, as of some heavy body tumbling over and i over with ceaseless persistence. Both women fled to the door and peeped nervously over the stair-rail, while Hes- l ter, from behind the mahogany linen press, shrieked: Murder! Help. Mur- l der." without a second of intermission. L. = | ] L