The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1879-10-02

She were engaged to him or not; and
grown bold thenceforth, he always called
her in his thoughts his Rose. One day,
speaking with her-for after that they
often met he called her so aloud, and
she was in no wise startled; it came so
naturally, as ifshe had known, of course,
that the sun was going TO rise, and tins
was the first rosy CLEAN of dawn. Yet
following il came little alterations nf Joy
and terror. Perhaps he would not
have dared ia call me so,n she thought,
n her shame-faced humiliation, II
had not been so forward. Perhaps he
does not respect me, after all. And
then, in spite of the trouble, her, heart
would bound with gladness to think she
had given him the spray, to think he had
called her his Rose. ..-. Jon BIZ. 20.
1t was winter as they came to that,
and the skaters were making merry.
She had come down TO the lake with her
uncle, who was famous skater; had
bound on her skates, and slid away with
him; had left him to tighten strap,
had lost him, and had been found by
Adrian, and together they had giided
away; and then the late afternoon red
dened into sunset and purpled into twi-
light, and they were skating up the
stream, and leaving all the cries and
fires and flashing forms behind them.
How soft and fresh was the vigorous
air! how rich the violet of the gathering
night! how great the glow of the wind
shaken starsi Now it was no longer
hand in hand that they went, but his
arm was about her; they swept out on
! long curves together, and moved as II
! the pulses of one heart impelled them;
| and now they turned the corner of
bluff; now, far out of sight OF all the
world, they paused, and there, in the
wintry dark, they were folded heart to
heart and mouth to mouth. If the
SHOWS had fallen around them there and
clothed them with garment of death,
if the ice had parted under their
feet and plunged them into the
| drowning waters, they would hard
| " have asked any more. Their
passion wrapped them, so ike Dejanira's
/ robe of flame, from all the freshness of
death, that the coming of eternity upon
them in each others arms would have
seemed but its sacramental seal. And
suddenly rude, hoarse cry broke in
upon the sphere where they were rest
ing the great rough voice of Professor
Redmond, and Ella was snatched from
Adrian's grasp, and dozen singing
words were whirled at him, and the I'M
Gle had carried her off as the wind car
ries off feather.
Adrian skated back alone. He scorn-
ed to move till the Professors heels cut
ting the ice could be heard no more.
Where had all that splendor of the night
| gone? TWAS the darkness and GOODNESS
of desolation now He took terrible
4 grind at mathematics that night, and the
next day presented himself before the
Professor, and asked of him the promise
of his niece in marriage, only to receive
in return the --LATEST and curtest and
most insulting of orders never to darken
4 those doors again.
"For all that" said Adrian, stoutly,
81 shall marry my wife" .r '.'- '..
The Professor looked at him, and
burst into furious, roaring laugh.
"Tooral-looral!'' sang the Professor.
Begone!'' he Numbered. .rt
The winter wore away at last, and II
the Professor kept the Rose from her
lover, he could not keep the color from
the velvet cheek if he were near, the
glow from the darkling eyes if she were
there, the smile, forgetful of all the rest
of creation, on the lips of both. He be-
Gan to hate Adrian. He would have
been glad to mark him out of existence,
if marks could have done it-out of his
college existence at any rate; but the
boy gave him no chance. He deserved
no reprimand, and none could be tor
tured into shape for him. He studied
as a machine works. He covered HIM
self with laurels-all the more he would
rather they had been roses. r....r
"Who is the beggar?' the Professor
growled, one spring day, when they met
him in the square again, and the bare
headed silent reverence ended, he had
passed on without a greeting. To
Adrian then it did not matter that red
bud and laburnum and dOgwood Were
in bloom, and that the rose itself would
soon be here; it seemed to him as dead
and burned out world rs the craterS OF
the moon, till looking back he saw her,
SO long forbidden to speak TO him, yet
glancing over her shoulder with that
smile. 'Who is the beggar?" growled
the Uncle Raymond, "to whom YOU
choose to give glance when | forbid
i'll, who stand in your dead fathers
shoes?" Enormous shoes they were.
Judging by the Professors claim to au-
thority, and perhaps their potency was
stretched enormously by the wearer
"A fishing merchants son, indeed
! hot
have been, the very thought of such
connection would smell to heaven"
q" He never touches fish," said Ella,
feeling obliged to answer, although il
be had been fisherman on the Bradol
coast, it would have made no difference
with her. He never sees them. He
sits at desk in a counting-room mile;
away from the warehouses, and his clerks
write in books all day. And Adrian
will do so too. .
"He is rich, then, | Supposed
as he?n she asked, innocently. 81
never thought, indeed
He is not rich enough to have you,
was the reply.
Eyes, uncle, he surely will" said the
timid thing solemnly, with her heart il
her mouth, but ready to die for hel
faith. Then something in Greek eX
ploded, loud and angry, from the Pro
feSsor's throat; and he never again lie
his ward out of his sight when She haC
crossed his threshold. Love laughs Il
locksmiths without doubt; but this lock
smith was very skillful. 1t was almos
midsummer, and not one word haC
Adrian heard from the lips of his Rose
] and letter after letter had been returne,