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

II was. is all that nv adoring love for you
would claim, you will hold these roses in
your hand tonight as YOU enter the reeep-
tion-rooms OF Rex. II at any time IN tne
course of the night, when the band is play
ing the Lander waltz, or when it is playing
Little Buttercup," you lift these sweet red
roses TO votir sweeter face, and bury your
face there for one long moment, | shall know
that YOU can no longer endure this tyranny
that parts Us. My horses will await us at
the gate, and when you are my wife,
neither Professor, nor uncle, nor any
one on earth can part what God has joined
together. % -'-'''' ' ''''
But he didn't read it. There was not
the moment. just then; somebody on
something occupied his time exclusively (;
and when he might have read 1t, he had
changed his coat, and could not find it.
Being little lame, and feeling obliged
to attend the reception of the College
President, unwilling to lose a moment
of his watch, which he could not easily
delegate, he ordered a carriage and par
to take him to old ReX's gate, and
stumped up the stair with his precious
prize before him.
Was ever any thing lovelier than this
vision in the doorway, with the shaggy
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ethereally fair-the corn-silk hair, the
ewes like starry duets: it was the i'm.
personation of girlhood and of inno-
cence. With a huge cluster of creamy
white roses pinned in her belt just over
her heart, in their center a red one
blooming like the live sweet secret
thought beating in the heart beneath,
and in her old pearl-colored draperies,
she would have seemed ready tosmeli
back into the outer twilight world, like
the spirit of the evening star itself, but
for the great bunch of red Jacqueminot
roses in her hand. What did she know
of her lovers wish? Nothing. He had
given these roses to her; he would be
here; of course she wore his flowers.
The old President Rex had as good
an eye for beauty rs any undergraduate
of them all; and although the young
class-day poetw receiving an ovation
be left him in order to welcome thi,
perfect creature who had just come tC
| his parlorS out of fairy-land.
Just then the band was softly playing
the LANDER waltzes; old Rex was over
powering her with his tlattering speech
the music was enchanting: there, stool
| Adrian before with his eyes shining full
upon her, although across the room
she could not bear it all. Absently sh'
lifted that bunch of roses, and buried he
face in all that blaze of color and de
lirium of fragrance.
Jacqueminot roses,n. said the gal
liant old Rex in way that would have
made student shudder. 'But tn
! Madame Blanche look more like YOU
At that moment Adrian slipped from
the room. She looked for him present
", but he was gone And although the,
staid but an hour, it seemed to her III
endless period before she stood at las
upon the step in the dark and perfumes
summer night, with the wretched tear
of disappointment getting leave to over
flow upon the roses that she held so nea
her face Her uncle came limping alon:
behind her. Professor Redmond
carriage!'' called a servant. 70 = p
"Here!n shouted reply. Then
hand was helping her up the step,
whip was cracking, horses were plung
INC, her uncle was yelling into the uni
verse, Adrian's arms were about her
she was resting on his breast, and the
were dashing madly away. " You ar
here, you are mine, y he was murmurinI
between his kisses, ''never to leave m
again. You exchange one jailer for an
others" ..r.....-.. I
Before she well knew what had hap
pened, what it meant, she was standin.
in clergyman's study; papers of som
sort were being scanned; a kind, silver
haired lady was giving her a glass @
water; words We're being huriedly ut
tered. to which if she replied she did no
know it. Somebody put into her han'
little slip that he called marriag
certificate; somebody spoke to her b
another name-Adrian' name; tn
kind lady kissed her, and she was ont i
the dark, sweet summer night again
was in the carriage whirling away, an
Adrian was holdin. her, and calling he
his wife. , ... -...-. ....l
care we married?' she gasped. Gar
| truly your wife?'' and then sh
burst into a flood of tears. "And l'v
nothing but this gauze gown!' she cried
"And your Jacqueminot roses" sal
he. .. .-..s .r.. t
So that was the way it all happened
know that by this.time the ProfessO
has forgiven it all; he can't.dO withou
her. But the Aunt Redmond had sol
nv time of it for one week. 81 don
blame him at ALL" declares Adrian
I'D have done the same in his place.
wouldn't have given her to the archar
gel Michael, let alone the son of a fish
inc merchant, if the merchant We're te
times a millionaire, and the son tie
times nearer q profeSsorship himself.
The Professor has had the little fata
note glazed and framed and hung up i
his den, but lie has never yet been abb
again to endure with equanimity tn
sight of Jacqueminot roses.--Hwpef'
BazdT, .. - .. dalai. s..