The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1879-05-22
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LIE Blond until be asks me-" with a
curious smile.
"He'll soon have Il e impudence to do
that with the encouragement you give
HIM"
Miss st. Johns fine black brows had
ontrscted, and her nutty curls touched
q burning color in her cheeks; and when
her cousin added, "you mean to marry
him, but, by heaven you shall mott"
she stopped in the path.
Forrest" she said, l hate reproaches
and recriminstions, but there is no other
way with you. You, who are not fit to
govern your own life, shall not be allow.
ed the government of mine. You have
squandered the fortune my father left
you; you are my cousin, and by courtesy
my guest. You are nothing more. You
shall be permitted no authority over me.
The law gives you none, and / will not
submit to your interference in my
affairs"
The ford face was quite white now.
The sullen black eyes were fixed upon
the ground. But Forrest St. John con-
trolled his rage.
"I beg your pardon, Trix; but you
do have way that puts me in cursed
passion. l don't mean to interfere in
your affairs, of course, You can marry
whom you like"
He turned away with a downcast
countensnce and boiling heart, leaving
her to go alone to the house. Trix en-
tered the great hall of Fairfield alone.
The cedar door changed after her. She
went up to her chamber. There the
beautiful hot cheeks cooled slowly. Her
face grew calm, interpretive.
"Sweet with the bitter" she MUIR
INJURED. "Does Paul LIE Blond watch for
my coming? Does he love me? he is
a loyal, true.hearted gentleman, and -
The confession she made under her
breath frightened sgain the dreaming
eyes, crested the beautiful head.
Down the avenue walked Forrest st.
John, gnawing white lip.
"PH conquer her yet. l mean to be
master here. She shall marry me "
\
Paul LIE Blond sat alone in the school
room. The boys, permitted half holt
day, had gone to town with their ponies.
Beatrix had gone with them on her
graceful Ally. "a ,.
Paul LIE Blond held a book in his
hand. 1t was open where knot Of
rose-colored ribbon was laid between the
pages. He closed it quickly at the sound
Ct a step at the door. Mr.. St. John en-
tered.
Miss st. John wishes you to 60 to
the Corners and get the German books
or the boys she was speaking of last |
evening"" he said, in the ungracious
way in which he spoke hsbituslly to the |
tutor of his young cousins.
Certainly, replied Paul, rising with
He was 1.-THE, active, graceful,
his fair, spiritual face in strong contrast
with St. Johns over.indulged and SEN
suous shape. The other hated him for
the clear, dsrk-grsy eyes which always
looked into his without finching.
"You will have to 90 and return
along the shore. Miss St. John wants
you to return before two" he said, turn
ing from the room as Paul, with smile,
reached for his hat. ....... r.
Along the shore. The little waves
we're rocking in the sunshine. The tide
was out, so that he went down in the
sands to see their sparkle and white-fret-
ing about the rocks. The beachebirds
.wittering sweetlY. He enjoyed it all,
Is only pure, fine souls can. t.-
But when be came back the tide was
in, loud and strong. The
Yellow frothing surges swept up to the
eet of the cliffs, which they had so far
abandoned two hours before. Suddenly
he found the way impossible. He turned
pack in surprise and bewilderment.
The water had washed out his path.
he was hemmed in.
Forrest St. John received the riders
Even the careless boys OBJ.
erved and wondered at his graciousness.
But il was certainly pleasanter than his
Usual surliness. They were about to
line. .r... ..-...... .-......
"Where is Mr.. LIE Blond ?" asked
Beatrix. ..... ....FsE ...
"Gone to the woods for botanical Spec
mems, believe" replied her cousin,
She saw little, quick smile of his
after, but could not read it.
"Come, Reginald, to your dinner"
sid Miss St. john
"Come here moment, Trix." 3D.
The boy stood at the drawing rocrl
window with his toy telescope.
"There is man under the cliffs" he
,aid, looking up into her face as he
handed her the glass. ..-. ,...
"Whst?"
Trix lifted the glass quickly.
She put II down the next moment,
white as a rose, every nerve strung tight