The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1878-01-03

A Hfa ANAb hAAHs MI tAOfes1 thh ReASS0 ~
and fro.
" The insolent, independent puppy,
with his face like gods, and his man.
ner the manner of a princel 1t is time
time he took his congo from Trevelyan
Park when he bids fair to be formula
BILE rival to my son Rupert in Ida Veldt's
favor. | am not blind; | am not fool;
L have seen the girls magnificent eyes
look at him with light in them I'dwil-
lingly give a check for a thousand to
see in them, when she laughs with my
boy"
And, just within one of the deep, dusk
recesses of the library, hidden by flow
ing silken drapery, as fair girl as ever
lived, with lustrous dark eyes all aglow,
and cheeks as pink as a morning glory,
stood quiet and breathless Until Mr..
Tretelyan had left the room.
"The grand, glorious fellow! Why,
he's a very Prince In disguise! won
der-I wonder if-oh, dear, of course it
is only chivalrous courtesy Mr.. Santelle
feels, and | won't be fool if he has got
the most heavenly smile and the hand
soonest eyes l ever saw, but I'll see him
again before he leaves, and"
But Ida Veldt did not see him again
before he left Trevelyan Park, for Mr..
] Santelle did not remain over one train,
and when Ida returned from her gallop
over the breezy country roads, with her
cheeks glowing, her hair wind-blown
over her face, ike mist of spun gold,
and her bronze, dark eyes, eloquent
with the strange, half sweet, half sad
! thoughts she could not understand, Ray
mond Santelle was separated from her,
/ by fate and the railroad, so many miles
that ever to meet again seemed of even
less likely probability that the finding
of needle in a haystack. i
But, Raymond, there is no use in
your being so obstinate about it! You
have fever, and your eyes are as CLASSY
as a cats in dark garret-aren't they,
Mrs. SantelleP'
Harry Livingston reached out to take
Raymond Santelle's hand to feel the
throbbing, irregular pulse.
Don't be fool, Harry! | tell you
am not sick-at least, beyond a trifling
cold although | won't be responsible
for an attack of brain fever if you and
Aunt Amy don't quit coddling me-"
" You see just how it is, Mr.. Liv-
ingston. | can't do any thing with him.
He's been just that contrary ever since
he came home the other night with a
chill, and / coaxed him to take hot lem
anade."
The little bright-eyed old lady looked
anxiously from her boys flushed face to
Livingston's half earnest, half mischiev-
Gus one.
"He always was headstrong, you
know. Don't you remember how dis
agreeably mulish he was when he came
home from Trevelyan Park couple of
years ago, and refused to go into socie-
ty at all, even when he had come into
the snug little legacy his grandmother
left him?"
Santelle turned frowningly to Liv-
ingston.
"If you knew how it annoyed me to
hear you talk"
Harry arose promptly, laughing.
Gail right, III call aguin when you |
are in better humor, Ray. Mrs. San
telle, you promised to show me your
pelargoniums, think?''
The conservatory door had barely !
closed on their heels when Livingston's |
levity vanished.
"Mrs. Santelle, Ray is much sicker .
man than you have any idea of. Can't
you see the terrible state of irritation he .
has come to? Crossness and Raymond |
are not possible, as you know, and if |
you will take my advice and send for |
doctor you may save sickness, per- /
haps his life. Send for DIR. Tremaine |
or DIR. Winter, and tell which ever one /
takes the case what you and | have so
often imagined-that Ray has some |
trouble on his mind"
Little Mrs. Santelle was in a condi- !
ton of almost helpless alarm after Mr..
Livingston had gone. 1t had never oc-
Cured to her that Ray was threatened
with any thing worse than an influenza,
and Harry Livingston was actually hint
ing at the brain trouble. She flew baci,
to Rays dainty little sitting-room-I
things had changed so with Ray since
he had come in for five thousand year
determined to tell him doctor must
be sent for to ask him who he wanted.
She went In, in nervous alarm, to find
him lying, white and still, on the lounge.
In the panic that emergencies always
are sure to create in nervous, loving peO
pie, Mrs. Santelle breathlessly ordered
her one servant-m maid for her physician.
"Run-run to DIR. Winters, Annie,
as fast as you can, and tell him Mr.. San
telle is dying. If he's not in, 90 for
Tremaine-Ho body-only some
one must come at once! Hurry, An
nie!" .-ar . E
And faithful, jealous Annie tore wild
" round to find DIR. Winter out, DR..
Tremaine out, and DR.. Hoar out.
"What be l goin' to do about it, and
him a-layin' as white as the piller, and
the missus crazy? 1 don't know:
Ma'am, can you tell me where there'll
be another doetor?"
1t was a sweet, thoughtful face Annie
had seen, and stopped to question the
owner ola daintily dressed lady, with
the darkest, saddest eyes Annie had ever
seen.
She smiled slightly.
''Can be of any use? If you are in
search of a physician and can find none
you are looking for you can take me;
know something of medicine"
Annie's eyes were sight to behold.
Always big, greenish blue and bullying,
they grew bigger, more Sreenlsn plde
and more bullying.
"You, miss! The likes of you be able
TO cure him!''
The lady had stepped into her phaeton
beside spruce-looking boy.
Shall | go or note"
Annie gave her despairing look.
ats a man sick, miss-you'd not
care, nor be afraid-up at Byzantine
Place"
A silvery laugh from the charming
little rosebud mouth as she gave the boy
the order-Eglantine Place.
"Neither afraid nor ashamed. I'll
see what can do for your master"
She nodded pleasantly, and the ponies
and phaeton dashed off.
And SO it was ordered by the powers
that be that when this charming, beau
tifullady saw Raymond Santelle raving
| in delirium, and made such common