The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1876-12-14
LOVE ON THE WAVE.


LOVE ON THE WAVE.
The Rev. Thomas Grayson, NJ. A.,
sat at the open window of his room at
the Ocean House, Newport, with his
feet upon the sill, his chair tilted lux
uriantly backward, and the blue smoke
of fragrant Partaga curling about his
head and floating gently out upon the
evening air. In full view from his win
dow there poured down the avenue be-
fore the hotel a throng of splendid
equipages, turning the beautiful street
into vast kaleidoscope of color and
motion, the counterpart of which, it oc-
CURED to Grayson, could be found no.
where else in the world. As he sat idly
gazing at the brilliant throng, an'
wondering whether his boot-soles APP
peared TO the best advantage from be-
low, his attention became riveted upon
a man upon the opposite side of the
street, whose strange actions caused
the Rev. Mr.. Grayson to remove his
cigar from his lips and his feet from the
window, and to bend forward in an at
itude of sudden interest. The individ
ual in question stood under a tree,
around the trunk of which he constant
ly peered, as though eagerly watching
for some one, while DESTROYS at the
same time of escaping observation. He
had evidently timed his appearance
with tolerable certainty, for there soon
came driving slowly down the avenue
an open barouche driven by q
colored coachman in livery, and drawn
by two milk-white horses, which were
no sooner deserted by the gentleman
under the tree than he seemed to be
thrown ints a state of the greatest pos
sible excitement. He stood upon one
foot and then upon the other, peeped
around the trunk of the tree, then drew
his head quickly back again, took a
step forward, as though about to plunge
recklessly into the roadway, and then
returned hastily to his former position,
besides doing a great many other
strange things, ike person suddenly
bereft of his senses. The carriage con-
tanned two elderly gentlemen and a
young girl-the latter Grayson thought
one of the most beautiful he had ever
seen; a little, blue-eyed blonde, with a
dimple in each cheek, and mouth like
wild cherry. She looked little pale
and anxious, and it was not difficult to
see that, while she listened or pretend
ed to listen to the conversation of the
two old gentlemen, her bright eyes were
searching among the trees on either
side for something she had not yet
found. Suddenly her check flushed,
her eyes became brighter than ever; her
little gloved hand was pressed for a
moment to her lips, and then held over
the side of the carriage. Gravson
turned to the young man beneath the
tree. He stood leaning against the
tree with his hand on his heart, and
gazing mOurnfuny after the carriage as
it rolled away. A moment afterwards.
he deserted something lying in the
road, and darted out to pick 1t up. 1t
was a letter.
"By Jover" exclaimed Grayson,
"that was well done. Bless my soul, ]
believe that's Jack Turner. Hi! Jack,
Jack! Is that youP"
The individual addressed looked to.
wards the hotel, and, after scanning the
windows for moment, caught sight o.
Grayson, who was waving his handker
hiefenergetically. Then he came run,
ming across the street with the letter in
his hand. A moment afterwards he
was in Grayson's room.
"Tom," he burst forth, "who in the
world expected to find you here?"
"And YOU, my dear fellow" returned
the young clergyman; "what were yor
doing under that tree?'
"You saw me?" asked Jack, eager
ly. "You saw-you saw her?"
al saw the whole ridiculous per
Torrance. What A beauty! Is Their,
some romance wrapped up in all this p
Romance! Yes, a deuce of 70
mance-for me-" exclaimed Jack
throwing himself into chair. "Tha
lovely girl is my affianced bride"
You don't say so," said Grayson
in establishment.
"The old gentleman with the whit
hair and the gray military mustache,
continued Jack, "is her father. Tn
other old duffer, the stupid-looking cen
tenarian, with the mush face and tn,
red nose, is her affianeed husband"
"Whew!" whispered Tom, 60
= should think there was a romance
Co on"
SITS the old story, suppose" re
piled Jack, heaving a long sigh. 4"
met her last winter at the house of
friend in New York, and was entrance,
with her beauty, her accomplishment
her innocence, her goodness, her