The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1880-01-15

On one of these white cold days Larrey
and were out for ride. Our steed, a
mettlesome one, from excess of spirit
began to run with us, and at length
Larrey lost control of it,and running into
another sleigh we were thrown forward
among the horses. We were picked up
and carried into some building. 1 was
conscious of all that passed, but was
not quite sure in what world it was
transpiring. A crowd soon gathered, and
it was dispersed by the gestures of an
arm that seemed familiar to me. A
doctor arrived s'The lady first" said
steady voice.
GA Slight injury of the head" was
the doctors decision. "She should be
taken home immediately
M. De Mott raised me in his strong
arms. sand Larrey," inquired.
s'He is badly injured,' said the ply
stefan, "but viii recover. / will have
have my horse brought round and carry
him home myself
When we arrived at my uncle's Lora
was out, and we were alone. Monsieur
drew up an easy chair for me and re-
moved my wraps, and then looked down
upon me with serious eye.
"Olive, it is needless to defy fate.
Something leads me to you whenever
You are in need of me. l am your
natural protector, Ole
g Yes, it seems sou
=" Dare you trust yourself to me, OfeP
l have no other object to love or cher
ish.' -1
& 81 dare"
He looked at me long and earnestly,
and then he murmured, with an accent
of almost pain, "Cher Seigaear, c'eSt le
usage dune ange."
1t brought up all the contradictions
of the past weeks, and L exclaimed,
"But are you quite sure it is, Mon
sieurP''
"Quite," he replied gravely. GAN
these months you have only known De
Mott. Monsieur you have met but
twice, and the second time you promise
to become his wife"
Larrey had received severe injuries,
and it took long weeks to bring him
back to health. But he had three attent-
i've nurses-M. De Mott, myself, and,
if last mentioned, not the least, Lora.
She stunned no longer sickness and
pain. One day, when the birds were
with us again, and the beautiful flowers,
l sat upon the veranda reading to Lar
rey.
teOlie, let's put up the book" after
awhile he said to me. / closed it; Lar
rey's win had become law with US, he
was such patient, unexacting invalid.
"Do you know, Olie,I think we never
quite understood Monsieur"
| smiled.
ain the old days Git seems so long
ago that l was welD | fancied that he
did not quite approve of my admiration
for you; but now he listens patiently
when l speak in your praise, and some
times presses my hand as though he was
thanking me-"
"Does he, Larrey?"
"And of late / have grown to think
that Monsieur was right; that there is
something we can't define that makes
one person the suitable mate of anoth-
er, and that you, Ole, were never in
tended for me-"
81 am not good enough, dear Lar
rev.
ssYou are too good for any one, I'M
less it be Monsieur. But, Ole, should
Monsieur one day be of my opinion,
promise me that nothing shall interrupt
our friendship
" Nothing shall, Larrey."
g And now, Ollie, do you think | could
ever make Lora happyP'
" You could make her very happy"
"Well, mean to ask her that ques-
ton when l am strong again.
Just now we see tall figure coming
up the walk, and soon a smile, no longer
like moonlight upon ice, greets us both.
My fingers are pressed by warm hand,
and my eyes are met by glance that
thrills me. Larrey is wearied by our
long conversation, and he enters the
house leaning on the arm of Monsieur
Marie S. Laid, IN the Domestic Monthly.