The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1875-03-25

cousin grew nigh and light, when roam
ing about, always took the townwar'
track.
One night, when the pale young moor
hung a silver sabre against an opal sky
there came a steady tramp of footsteps
toward Terese, who had gone wandering
down through the grey gloaming of th'
grassy front yard. Swiftly she turned ant
opening wide her outstretched arms hell
them so in mute entreaty until he came
With a cry of ecstacy he clasDed her 10 hi
heart and rained kisses upon her high
fair brow.
"a My darling, once again l am will
iryouI Oh, the weary hours OF absence
never send me away-never let me GO
again, dearest!"
:" never will, Philip, y this in scarcely
audible whisper.
1.-The dews are Damp, little one, let Vi
90 within - and capturing the slender
hands Philip guides her TO the oper dool
| through which shines dim light from 9
! solitary candle in the inner room..
'sHere,'' she whispers, motioning hla
to a seat upon The doorstep. He obeys
! happy at being so commanded. -
The tickle moon has hidden-her face be
| hind fast coming sterm-cloud, and tht
miserable candle flickers and flares in the
weak draught between window and door
He cannot see feature of the loved one,
but her keen eyes pierce through the dark
ening gloom and feast themselves upon q
| face, handsome and m sterful, a face She
has been searching for for over year.
"Oh. my little primrose, | could not
| keep the secret of my love from you
| Will you accept it, dear, and let me have
| n. Of al
me?"
And his only answer is a creeping of a
! hand into his own. Holding this treasure
| fast, he talks on about his frightened fu
ture, and his low, rich voice fills the small
cottage, and echoes its pleasant music
! through the rooms. - - - -
| And when the clock tolled the ninth
hour he was still talking, too happy tC
wonder at the Quietlide of the chosen one
at his side, too full with busy thoughts to
notice the little figure standing behind
him. But when parting time came, and
he rose to take leave of her, he found the
storm had arisen in fury, and mutterings
of the black artillery of inky clouds came
4 rolling down from the western coast OF
/ heaven.
He turned about and faced the doorway
Then came flash of mischievous streak
of lightning which made the place all
! about him like the day. And in that Sec
ond's time he saw the hands he held were
| not the hands of Rose, who stood, a soul
stricken wrath, in the black doorway.
s' Philip" she said, her voice pinched
! and uncertain, Z" You should have told
me. Did you think | would stand in
your way, my friend? You are unjust
nay, more, you are unkind. would have
| helped you had you let me know all this,
for you have given me more than | can
ever repay. You are cruel, too, Terese
am not to be trusted, then? Go away
now, Philip, for Terese must come within,
else people will talk. All, heaven, go. y
As one blinded and stricken with 8
/ great woe, too deep for speech, Philip Lee
! turned about and went out under the pal
of wide-spreading rain clouds.
You did not guess our secret, then y
! Terese asked of her cousin, as she rose
and followed her into the house.
But there came no answer. Tie poor
little tired body grew too burdened with
the great suffering soul to contain it, and
| she fell across the bed in dead faint.
Miss Van Tassel, among other of he1
pitiful characteristics, had that of excessive
| fright at even the appearance of death; so
seeing the white, drawn lines about the
| mouth of the poor, dropping Rose, she
tran to the door AMI gave one great shout
! for Philip. In the flash that followed she
saw him coming, striding along through
the pelting rain.
He passed her without q word, and has
tened TO the bedside where his souls lido
! lay stretched out, looking strangely Ions
/ in the folds of her milk-white gown.
" You have killed her, you wretcheC
woman! Curse you, you have blighteC
my life, and you must needs end your
"Ah!" this from Rose, deep-drawl
sigh at the struggle of the soul to regair
its tenement. -.
"Out of her sight!" he whispered
hoarsly, pointing TO the door of the inne
room. And the soul of the little woman
at last gained the mastery; her eyes open
ed again upon the familiar things abou
her.
Turning her face from the wall, she me
/ the tender, anxious gaze of Philip Lee, a
he knelt at her side. He touched his fin
gers to her lips to command silence, anC
told his story to her. Ga-
" Philipl" the old-womanish tones al
gone, and her voice, although but very
faint voice just now, was sweet in its ca
dence as a bird song. Il cannot blame her
dear, for having loved you. But, oh, tt
love you and lose you ~ .-....
"She never loved me for myself, as you
have done, primrose my store of worldly
wealth has been her chief attraction. Stu
pid fool that was to have ever mistaken
her for you!' angry with, as well as feel
ing AN utter contempt for himself.
"WOrldly wealth." looking hard at hin
as if She would discover in his face thi:
new-fOund quality. a.s
" Yes, darling. am sorry to spoil your
life's romance by not letting you work
these tiny fingers off for me; but it is ar
absolute fact,' he continued, with laugl
of exquisite enjoyment at her big, amazed
eyes. You have heard, no doubt, of the
great mOgul of our bOnny State-Gov
| Philip Lee? Well, dear. | am Philip sec
ond, and no filter ornament could l weal
than my sweet blooming Rose" And he
drew her head to where upon right roya
breasts there flourish the crosses of honor
He laughed a. her fears about the peO
pie. but stayed not until the storm haC
worn itself out, leaving at the tenth stroke
of the town-clock.N 4 .Ts- rlE
And when he raised the face to his an(
gave her first kiss of sacred, solemn be
| trothai. pair of blue eyes flashed upor
item in livid wrath and hatred, and Ou
into the night there stole clpaked anC
hated figure that never again brought it
hateful presence into their lives.-Peter
sons Journal.
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