The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-06-20

Mr.. Upton made,a plungeaat his prey
'.Scoundrel, I've got you'll" he roared
VILLAIN, unhand, mer'S Numbered q
deep bass voice.
A brisk scufae ensued, during which
the old carbine went off. 'discharging
its contents-a suddens gleasm of flame
and smoke-into the leaves of the but
ton-ba1 tree Mrs. Martin, who ha6
rushed into Phebe's room, sfung her
arms around the girl.
Don't be frightened, dea,r!" said she.
'FOh, I'm not frightened.": said Phebe,
who had lighted candle, and now
looked very Juliet-ike, in a long dress
ing gown, with her yellow hair flowing
luxuriantly. down her back. III knew he
would Gomez
"'Knew he,would Gomez" repeated
Mrs. Martin. 'The-burglaa'!"
"Oh, it isn't a burglar" murmured
Phebe. tits Harry!a' a.
'Harry2'"
''My Harry!' said Phebe. turning a
soft pink to the very roots of her hair.
They thought theywould part Us, but
they can't! He has followed .me, and
has been serenading me under the win
dow! Didn't you hear'the banJo?"
Goodness me!' said.Mrs. Martin.
and" vehementiy added Phebe,
"Ill be true to him, for ever and ever!"
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 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 a second OF inter-nission.
Here's the villain" shouted. MIR. Tip
| ton. rolling over and over like cider
| barrel.
1--WE got him!'' roared thetbass voice
| of Phebe's Harry.
"The underhand miscreant" foamed
the farmer.
''Madder than March hare" uttered
Harry, At last succeeding in scra,nbling
to his feet. Look here, old gen tleman,
what does all this mean! If you are
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 affray
with 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 burglar.
''And, look here, young man." said
Mr.. Upton, "the next time you come
prowling around house at one a. III.
come to the front door instead of,the
wing window. What the dickens! I'm
neither jailer nor an ogre! If'my niece
wants to marry a man and the,man can
prove himself able to support wife,
should not stand in the wayr'
"Uncle," lisped Phebe, you are a
darling!"
Give me kiss, my girl, said Mr..
Upton. IF declare. 4 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.. TiptOn.ha 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 hav
ing an adventure in the old placer"
Mrs. Martin smiled.
'sWhat are you doing?" said Mr.. Tip
ton turning rather abruptly around.
81 am scalding meal for the young
turkeys"
"Well leave it off minute, and talk.
say, Stella?"
'Yes?" -
She looked at him with her large,
wine brown eyes full of serious ques-
tioning.
''All this sort of thing makes one
think Of ones own young days, eh?"
There was the least culver 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 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
II am fond of you STILL" went on Mr..
Upton. This little love affair in our
midst has Weakened me up; l don't
know how, and don't care. Is it too
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 only
look ed and smiled. But he understood
her.
God bless you. Stella" said be.
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.
''To think that Harry Ravens has fol-
lowed that girl straight into the New
wilds and married her, And
with her uncle's consent into the bar
GAIN
That's not the worst of it." drvly 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 wruug her hands. but
what mattered idle tears? What was
lone could not be undone. and Cupid,
Is al the world knows, cares nothing
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