St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1893-08-05

TAhMER TIPTON'S NIECE.
der Unexpected Visit Brouah,
ABOUT Two Happy ldarriages
Il don't like girls!" said Farmer Tin.
ton.
hls housekeeper made no answer.
In fact" added Mr.. Upton, II hats
stu Mrs. Martin did not reply.
nut what can / do about it?" he re.
sumed IF Id had twenty.four hours
notice. would have gone over tc
merry mountain or across to Dunbar
faar." Rrowled Mr.. Upton; but here
comes this letter like stroke OF ieht.
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
oaeck beams TO make soup; for Farmer
1lPton was particular in his eating.
ana although Hester, the maid-of ali.
WORK, was skillful in the use Of pots
ana pans, he never could relish any,
tnlng which was not of Mrs. Martins
cooking.
: :! suppose you'll have to get room
ready for her. " said Mr.. Upton. ''Shell
have to say all night in any event But
1 shall send her back again tomorrow
morning. ! don't want q niece to live
with u& II had wanted anything of
the SORT, could have asked for It,
supposs."
Mr. Upton lived in q 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 Rooseberry bushes were de-
Ginning into an honorable old age, with
lichen-covered stems and crispy, dead
ooughs breaking away with every wind
At Is. perhaps, unnecessary to add that
he was m old bachelor, as full of whims
and caprices rs ever old bachelor was.
Nobody, said the neighbors, could get
along with him but Stella Martin; and
she couldn't IL it had not been that she
and Thomas Upton 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 . gambling saloon.
Such . merry. laughing gypsy Is she
used to be. and now
"why." cried the neighbour. ''she
don't speak to nobodyy'
1t was lovely old place. Hollyhocks
clustered In the garden, tanglcs of vel
vet red sweet-williams bordered the
path and bushes of dark southernwood
hung over the door steps. To Mr.. Tip
ton 1t was the dearest spot in the world.
Mrs. Martin used TO bring the family
mending out into the porch, sometimes,
of summer evening. and look w:stful-
ly 1t the rcd sunset shining through the
trunks of the cedar trees But what
ever her impressions might have been,
she kept them to herself.
. young girl visitor beneath the ancient
roof Of Upton Hall. Phebe Cresshill
liked It still less.
"You can send me out into the wilder
nesses as much Is you like" said
Phebe, crying . whole river Gauges Of
tears into her trunk, rs she threw slip
pers. collars, cologne bottles and work
baskets, an incongruous mass, into its
depths; but / never. never shall leave
on caring for Harry! Not il you were
to send me to Alaska
'Child," said Mrs Cresshill, sharply.
''don't be goose! The engagement Is
to be broken OF, and there is an end of
the whole thing"
Through her tears Phebc could not
but smile to herself 1t was all very
well for mamma to talk. but ma arma
did not know that the bakers boy had
carried 1t the bottom Of the basket Of
rolls . note to Harry Havens, and that
Harry knew. Is well rs she did herself,
that she wss 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 whittier they sent her.
And 90, in the peaceful purple after
glow Of the June evening. Phebe Cress-
hill and Mr.. Upton eyed each other
with mutual disfavor.
now OO yOU SAOs OoaO 0SOCv
with stiH little courtesy.
..Ohy" said Mr.. Upton. This 10 tho
Rirl. h Il? Yea How do you do? Mr&
Martin, here. will give you some sup
per-"
And he went on to make sure that
the barn doors were properly locked
md tho hen house secured, for there
was . rumor Of burglars in Quiet VAL
lev. and Mr.. Upton had the finest Al
1erney cows and the choicest breed Of
Brahma fowls in the neighborhood
1T stands to ucason," said he, that
they'll come first 20 me. And don't
mean to be taken unawareS"
Mrs. Martin poured the fragrant tea
md served the hot, buttcred biscuit and
,oney In the comb. Phebe choked back |
he team that would come and tried to |
ut something.
.swin you 60 to your room nows" said
IRA Martin.
..Yes, please!" faltered Phebe.
II wss . spacious, low-ceiled room,
MI Of the sweet scent of dried laven-
~. and furnished with shining cherry
rod presses and hi9h-bacleed chaira
II hope you win rest we'll. I" said Mira
1artin.
..Thank you" said Pheoe.
Mr.. Upton was hanging up his lam
.rn In the back kitchen. when Mn
fartin came downstairs
"Well." I" said he. did you tell her she
INST 70 home tomorrow?
mo, I did not"
..Humph!" said Mr.. Upton. ''You
aiRht - we'll"
Hs Mr.. Upton lay asleep that night
!. dreamed that he was boy again at