The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1877-11-01

yes, one-for Miss Dabney,n replied
that lady.
al don't know the hand,n said Lou.
Use, turning it over and studying the
postmark. Fairfield. never heard Of
that place before. Some mistake,
fear.''
" Fairfield" repeated Leroy, catch
ing the word, and speaking on the inn
pulse, with a heightened color. "It's
new summer resort There's some
sort of water there good for blues and
biliousness."
Louise opened the letter and read:
Miss DABNEY: You may think it an in
trusion for me to address you, but hear
the same roof with Mr.. Leroy, and that he is
falling a victim to your cruel spell. beg
you to send him back to me. He is mine;
he is all have. can not live without him.
Before he met you, he was all my own. Have
mercy, and send him back to me heart
whole! What will it signify to yOu!-only
one conquest the less among your scores,
while il will mean either lifelong misery or
happiness, as you may choose, to
LZETTE LAYTON.
The gentlemen had gone to the smok-
ing-room, and the ladies of the house
were chatting merrily about her as she
read. Mr.. Leroy had been trembling
on the brink of a proposal that very
night, and yet he was engaged to be
married. How dared he mention love
to herr But had she been blameless?
Hadn't she flirted deliberately with an
other girls lover? What disaster had
she not wrought in her mad pursuit of
an admiration which she did not value!
What should she say to him? How could
she send him back? At what expense
had her vanity been flattered! just
to prove that she was attractive like
other women, she had worked this
wrong. To be sure, she had had no ex-
perience to guide her. She had sup
posed that the boundaries of Irritation
and love-making were more clearly de-
fined. She had never meant to make
Leroy love her; but, whatever she had
meant, it was all one to this poor fool
ish Lizette. Her regrets and self-accu-
sations beset her so sorely that she was
obliged to leave the gay raillery about
her and take refuge upon the veranda,
where the shadows hid her; and, lean
ing her head against the lattice, where
the dew-drenched passion-flowers shook
out their sweetness, the hot tears filled
and overAowed her eyes, and sobs seem
ed to tear her heart asunder.
"'Tears, idle tears Louise" whis-
pered some one, whose neighborhood
she had not needed. "Can help you?
Shall stay aud tryP''
Nobody can help me, Mr.. Northcote.
1 have done such dreadful thing! l
have-yes, / have been flirting with an
other woman's lover. She has written
to tell me soto beg l will send him
back to her. He is all she has, she says.
And II don't care a fig for him; and
what shall / do if he asks me to marry
him, as he may, you know?"
"As he would have done, if hadn't
arrived in the nick of time, tonight"
"What shall | do? How shall send
him back heart-whole?"
"You would avoid the dreaded ques-
ton, fancy, if he were to hear to-mor-
row that -thatyou belonged to somebody
else; that some one had stolen march
on him-if he were to hear that you be-
me-"
"Oh, Mr.. Northcote, to you! You
don't want to own such a mischief
maker"
81 want to own you, Louise
Mr.. Leroy, strolling out from the
was petrified by the
shadow of pair of embracing lovers,
cast by the late rising moon. "Check-
mated, by Jove!". he muttered, refec-
lively. "No fun hanging about here any
longer; had better 60 back to Lizette"
-Harper's Bazaar.