The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1881-12-17

must know The friend of my soul
shall counsel me and | will listen.n
Johan turned upon Selim his thought
full eyes, ever full of wise though
youthful consideration, but made him
no answer. Used to his friends vary
ing moods, he waited for further ex-
PLANTATION. Imagine his astonishment
as Selim proceeded!
alt is of no use, Johan." continued
his companion, too much occupied with
his own thoughts to heed that his friend
had given him no reply, "it's ofno use,
Johan, my staying here where l am
I'm wearied and tired to death of it.
Not that my master is unNind; far from
it. | love him with all my heart as if
he were my own father; and you, too,
my dear, dear Johan! but-but / can
endure it no longer, this life of mac
ton; this weighing pounds of tobacco
and ounces of snuff. No, dear JOhan.
l can bear it no longer, and go
mustr'
go! Where" gasped Johan.
"WhereP Oh, Johan, | will tell you
all. Now that it is settled and certain
Twill tell you all. for | could not bear
to do so before, lest | should give you
unnecessary pain. But tonight have
opened my heart to my old master, and
he has, though with many tears, given
me his consent and blessing, and to-
morrow | go!'
go! WhereP" repeated Johan. too
much astonished and distressed to utter
anything more.
- will tell you. Not long ago there
came to my masters shop a slave of
the Pasha OF c.. He came for
some of that rose-attar, for which you
know our shop has long been famous.
was writing as he entered. He eyed
me sharply, and when | had served
him and he left me, | perceived the bit
of paper in his hand, on which l had
been copying as he came in. l Won
dered, but soon thought no more of it.
In few days he returned. My master
was again absent, yet he whispered
cautiously in my ear that the Pasha
wished to speak with me. In the eve
ming for | told my master-I went to
the Pasha's palace. He called for an
ink-horn, and made me write before
him. He seemed pleased asked me
various questions, made me a present,
and | departed. Yesterday the slave
came again. He asked, or rather or
dered, me to JOIN the cavalcade which
tomorrow starts for the Provinces,
saying that the Pasha who wanted a
confidential Secretary, had been pleased
| to appoint me to that office; and so,
| dear Johan, told my master, who has
! given his consent, for you know we can
not help ourselves, even did we wish it;
and | confess | am well pleased, and so
tomorrow gor'
And, as they parted, the old Turk be-
slowed on Selim his blessing, and a
| purse of gold-pieces, which he had long
boarded for him rs his adopted son and
heir. But the parting with Johan |
will not stop to describe, only that the
two boys made to each other a simple
VOW that, in after years should they
ever meet again, they would renew
their youthful friendship, and be true
to each other till death. How faithful
ly that vow was kept, the sequel will
shortly tell.
/ Weeks passed, and months, and
years, and no tidings came of Selim, for
the East is not a land of mail-posts like
ours, and friends must wait with long
ing hearts till chance or opportunity
!
And in the meantime, Johan grew mid
dle-aged. His father died and left him
in possession of his humble shop and
trade; and finally Johan himself mar.
ried, and a young family began tc
spring up around him.
Things were in this condition, when
suddenly one day in spring q Janissary
made his appearance at the open shop
door of the poor Greeks bakery. A
visit like this at the time of which we
speak was ominous, for there are peo
pie still living in Constantinople who
can well remember the outrages they
have suffered from this band of desper
ADDE'S, who then controlled even the
very throne itself! Johan turned 8
CHASTITY white, for the soldiers face
wore no pleasing expression.
Dashing rudely aside with his foot 6
basket of loaves, the Janissary ap
preached the terrified Greek, and, lay.
ing his hand on his arm, babe hin
roughly quit his occupation and follow
him.
"WhtherP" asked Johan, trembling
in every limb.
ITO the palace of the Grand Vizier,'
returned the soldier.
And why must go there?" cried
the poor baker hoping by his questions
to obtain some clue to his misfortune
or, at least, moments reprieve.
That's none of your concern, no
mine either" answered the brutal fel
low "What Pm ordered to do do
So come along and make no farther de
lay"
-Door Tobori To hin, tho loSt hon
of fate seemed to have fully arrived. Q
what crime or misdemeanor he had beer
accused he could not imagine; but hi