The Forrest City times., 1893-06-30
FARMER TIPTON'S NIECE
Her Unexpected Visit Brought
 About Two Happy Marriages.

II don't like girls" said Farmer Tip ton.
 His housekeeper made no answer.
 Tn fact added Mir. Tipton, Il hate emr
 Still Mrs Martin did not reply.
 But what can do about it?" he re- sumed. If I'd had twenty-four hours notice, I would have gone over to Cherry mountain or across to Durham fair" growled Mir. Tipton; but here comes this letter like a stroke of light ming, to tell me the girl will be here to- night
 Mrs Martin smiled little and went on with her work, the picking over of black beans to make soup; for Farmer Tipton was particular in his eating. and although Hester, the maid-of all work, was skillful in the use of pots and pans, he never could relish any thing which was not of Mrs. Martins cooking.
 II suppose you'll have to get room ready for her." said Mr. Tipton. shell have to say all night in any event. But l shall send her back again tomorrow morning. I don't want niece to live with us If had wanted anything of the sort, I could have asked for it, suppose"
 Mr. Tipton lived in pretty old farm house, steep-roofed and shadowed by monster button ball boughs-a house where Tiptons innumerable had been born and died, where every stone wall had its associations and the very apple trees and gooseberry bushes were de- clining into an honorable old age, with lichen-covered stems and crispy, dead boughs breaking away with every wind. It is, perhaps, unnecessary to add that he was an old bachelor, as full of whims and caprioes as ever old bachelor was. Nobody, said the neighbors, could get along with him but Stella Martin; and she couldn't if it had not been that she and Thomas Tipton had been boy and girl together, and, somehow, were used to each other, in the days before Stella married that wild, reckless young Mar tin, who spent her money and broke her heart in such short order, and then shot himself in a gambling saloon. Such merry, laughing gypsy as she used to be, and now
 "Why," cried the neighbors, ''she don't speak to nobody" It was lovely old place. Hollyhocks clustered in the garden, tangles of vel vet red sweet-williams bordered the path and bushes of dark southernwood hung over the door steps. To Mir. Tip ton it was the dearest spot in the world. Mrs. Martin used to bring the family mending out into the porch, sometimes, of a summer evening, and look w.stful- lly at the rcd sunset shining through the trunks of the cedar trees But what ever her impressions might have been, she kept them to herself
 If MT. Tipton did not like the idea of young girl visitor beneath the ancient roof of Tipton Hall, Phebe Cresshill liked it still less.
 'sYou can send me out into the wilder nesses es much as you like" said iPhebe, crying whole river Ganges of tears into her trunk, as she threw slip pers collars, cologne bottles and work baskets, an incongruous mass, into its depths; but never, never shall leave off caring for Harry! Not if you were Ito send me to Alaska"
 "Child,v said Mrs. Cresshill, sharply. "don't be a goose. The engagement is to be broken of, and there is an end of the whole thing
 Through her tears Phebe could not