The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1882-07-29

wait as patiently as could for the stroke
of ten next morning.
Glory had been in hearing when the
message had been delivered to Miss
Lyddy and she. too, was on the watch
At last she scudded in from the hedge,
her worries all a-glisten, and her eyes
wide open and full of rather incom-
prehensible mirth.
"He's a-comin', )" she said; land such
sightr'
At that minute the gate clicked and
up the walk strobe, indeed. most
astonishing figure. The Major had got
ten himself up in a continental suit,
which he must have fshed out of the
unknown depths of the ancient attics at
Hawthorndeau; black velvet coat with
lace ruifles at the wrist. knee breeches,
white satin waistcoat, slippers with shoe
buckles, powdered wig and cooked hat.
He was six feet tall, portly and well
formed, and he looked every inch a
Signer of the Declaration at the very
least. He was followed by his colored
man, who carried large brown paper
parcel.
He's come a-courtin', missus," said
Glory; Eye can see it in his face
had not the instinct of Glory, and
doubted; but what his errand was 1 was
dying to know.
But he disappeared into Miss Lydia's
parlor, and was left outside to temper
my impotence as best | could. Present
ly Glory entered on tip-toe.
Missus, missus," she whispered.
ode dos swung open jess de leas'
crack, an its jess opposite de big MUIR
ror, an if We come out here in de hall,
we can see it all in de murror as plain as
day, an it's heep better'n play"
1t 10aS temptation, but believe me,
dear reader, resisted it. Only as Clio
ry ran back to her peeping, followed
to pull her away and send her out of
doors-that was simply my duty-and
there he was full on his knees before
her, and she with that rapt seraphic look
upon her face which no woman ever
wears except on the most vitality inter-
esting occasions. But Glory disposed
of, l went back to my sewing and waited
as best could the conclusion of the mo-
mentous interview. The Major came
out at length as smiling as May morn
ing, leaving the brown paper parcel be-
hind him.
1t was very still in Miss Lydia's room
for a quarter of an hour, and then she,
too, emerged from her retreat, Spread
over her hands was gown of cream col
ored brocade embellished with the love-
lest roses in full bloom, with blue for
get-me-nots trailing here and there
among them. 1t had an ample waist,
elbow sleeves, and train yard and
half long.
my dear Grace" she said, "the Ma
jor has brought me his mothers we'd
ding gown to be married in"
1t is beautiful" / said; "but who is
to be the bridegroom"
She smiled as angels do, and looked
afar; delicate flutter of pink hung out
in her cheek to deprecate her recreancy,
as she whispered in tone of gentle but
consummate triumph:
The Major himself! Didn't he look
grand in his knee breeches?'
"And Mr.. ApplebloomP"
Major Hawthorne will adjust that
Natter
"That mater" indeed! She spoke
as though it were already as remote
from her as the pyramids.
% congratulate you, Miss Lydia"
said, growing formal, for she had be-
haved shamefully.
Don't blame me-" she murmured.
"Major Hawthorne declares that he has
loved me since was child, but never
thought himself worthy of me (the gay
deceiverD; and Mr.. Applebloom, you
know, is only the acquaintance of
day."
wanted to ask her how she had dis
posed of her presentiment, but did
not dare.
Major Hawthorne subscribed fifty dol
lars to the Micronesian Mission and sent
Mr. Applebloom elsewhere to look for
wife, and the verdict of Balaam's Cor
ners was that he had done the hand
some thing.
"'Fore goodness said Glory, "ef
dere wern't clar' relation between
dem pigs an Providence den l don't
know nothin'."
Miss Lydia took the same pious view
of the matter, and made the Major the
most dainty and dignified of wives
our Continent.
Beautiful Red Hair.