Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-06-08

eyesl With all his burglaring tools on
his arm!"
In an instant, as it seemed, Mr.. Tip
ton was creeping along under the
shadow of the hite-blossomed syringa
bushes, with his carBine on his Shout
der. The moon, a pallid, eibbous line
of light, blinked down through the
boughs of the button-ball tree. A dis
tant owl hooted from the swamps, as
Mr.. Upton made plunge at his prey:
"Scoundrel, I've got you'll" he roared.
''Vinain, unhand me!' thundefed
deep bass voice.
A brisk scuff1e ensued, during which
the odd carbins went off, dischacging
its contents-a sudden CLEAN of flame
and stnoke-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 frightenedr' said Phebe,
who had lighted a candle, and now
looked very JuEet-like, in q long dress
ing gown, with her yellow hair flowing
luxuriantly down her back. 81 knew he
would come"
"'Knew he would Gomez" repeated
Mrs. Martin. "The-burglar"
"Oh, it isn't burglar" murmured
Phebe. "1t's Harry!"
Harry"
"NEy Harryl" said. Phebe. turning 3
soft pink to the very roots of herAhair.'
''They thought they would part'us, but
they >can'tI He has followed me, and
has been serenading me under the win
dowl Didn't you hear the banjo?"
Goodness mel'' said Mrs. Martin.
"And," vehemently added Phebe,
''I'll be true to him, for ever and ever!"
But the colloquy was presently inter
rupted by IL sound in the hall below, as
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: "Murderl/ Help! Muir
der!' without a second of intermission.
Here's the vilIain!' shouted Mr.NTip-
ton, rolling over and over like = cider
barrel.
ave got him!'' roared the bass voice
of Phebe's Harry.
1.-THE underhand miscreantw toamed
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! 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 ARRAY
with a 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 a house at one a. m.
come to the front door instead of the
wing window. What the dickensi I'm
neither jailer nor an ogre! If my niece
wants to marry man and the man can
prove himself able to support wife, i
should not stand in the way"
"Uncle," lisped Phebe, you are q
darlingr'
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.
s'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.
81 am scalding meal for the young
| turkeys"
"WeI, leave it off minute, and talk
1 say, Stellar"
"Yes?"
| She looked at him with her large
wine-b brown eyes full of serious ques
tioning.
"Al 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 I used to be
fond of you. Before we quarreled
Before Wilfred Martin crossed you
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 furry.
81 am fond of you STILL" went on MIR
Upton. '"This little love affair in ou
midst has Weakened me up; 1 dom
know how, and don't care. Is it to-
late, Stella, to begin life over again
you and I?"
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 understood
her.
'God bless you, Stella" said he.
Mrs. Cresshill, of No. - East For
tieth street, was highly scandalize'
when the letter from Upton Hal came
IA pretty state of things" said she
''To think that Harry Ravens has fol
lowed that girl straight into the New