The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-06-20
1879

"Don't be frightened, deart'' said she.
ooh, I'm not frightenedp said Phebe,
who had lighted candle. and now
looked very Juliet-like, In Q 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. s"The--burgiari"
"Oh, it isn't burglar" murmured
Phebe 'sIt's Hafryi'
Harry"
''My HarryI' said Phebe, turning
soft pink to the very roots of her hai1A
''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 bAnjo9"
Goodness Iner' said Mrs. Martin.
"And," vehemently added Phebe,
"rll be true to him, for ever and ever"
But the colloquy was presently inter
rupted by a sound in the hall below, as
ofsome heavy body tumbling over and
over with ceaseless persistence. Both
women fed to the door and peeped
nGTYOuSly ONSE Tic bVttAA- AAAt NAA4AC A1Cs7
Ger, from behind the mahogany linen
press, shrielked: ''Murderl HelpI Muir
derl' without q second Of intermission.
Here's the Yillaipls shouted Mr.. Tip,
ton, rolling over and over like cider
barrel
''tve got himi" roared the bass voice
fPhebeis Harry.
ssThe uuderhand miscreantW foamed
the farmer.
"Madder than March harep uttered
Harry, at last succeeding in scrambling
Ito his feet. Look here, old gentleman,
what does all this meant II you are
burglar, say sol am notp'
Harry" chirped Phebe, "be merci-
full, as you are strong For my sake,
harm not my uncle"
But Hester, charging into the ARRAY
with pair of tongs, soon changed the
aspect of affairs. Explanations ensued
rage changed into laughter and
Mrs. Martin went upstairs to prepare
quaint apartment, commonly known
as the oak room, for the reception of
the troubadour who had 50 nearly been
shot for 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 dickensi I'm
neither jailer nor an ogreI If my niece
wants TO marry a man and the man can
prove himself able to support a wife,
should not stand in the wayl''
"Uncle," lisped Phebe, you are a
darlingt'
sGive me kiss, my GIRL, said Mr..
Upton. st declare, didn't know how
pretty you were, until nowF'
Mrs. Martin, always an early risers
came down at 1--WE o'clock in the sweet
June morning, when the blackbirda
were whistling and the cabbage roses
were weighed down with dew Butt
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, chuckling,
''who would have thought Of our havs
ing an adventure in the old place."
Mrs. Martin smiled.
what are you doingY' said Mr. Tip
ton, turning rather abruptly around.
81 am scalding meal for the young
turkeys"
''Well, leave it off minute, and talk.
1 say, Stella9"
"Yesp'
She looked at him with her large,
Winch brown eyes full Of serious ques-
tioning.
s'All this sort Of thing makes one
think of ones own young days, eh9"
mt 1. ~ n n
smile around her lips.
1.-THE days, Stella, when used to be
fond of you. Before we quarreled.
Before Wilfred Martin crossed your
pathl'
Still Mrs Martin did not stir. There
was something In that reposetul mans
ner of hers that fitted in wonderfully
to his ideas Of life. He hated furry.
Mrs Martin never was in a furry.
II am fond of you still" went on Mr..
Upton. This little love affair in our
midst has Weakened me up; / don't
know how, and don't care. Is it too
late, Stella, to begin life over again,
you and ~"
She went up to him, with her slow,
graceful step, and put her hand in his.
stu she did not speak. She only
locke and smiled. But he understood
her.
"God bless you, Stella" said he.
Mrs 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 Ravens has fol7
lowed that girl straight into the New
Hampshire wilds and married her! And
with her uncle's consent into the bar
gain"
s'That's not the worst of it," dryly re-
marked her husband, Your brother
Upton has got married, tool And
there's an end of your expectations
from that branch Of the family"
Mrs. Cresshill wrung her hands, but
what mattered idle tears2 What was
done could not be undone, and Cupid,
as all the world knows, cares nothing
Tor sequins. a ss;lcy Randolph, in n Y.
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