The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1884-07-12

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full power of self-control came to her
aid, and, without struggling, she merely
asked:
''Who is therc?n
A mans voice answered from the cur
tains beside the bed:
MADAME, / am sorry to disturb your
slumbers, but should be much obliged
if you would show me what valuables
you have in the house. AS my time is
short, | will light your CANDLE" and re-
leasing the hand he fumbled for and
finally found match with which he lit
the taper beside the bed.
She saw him then, tall, handsome
man, evidently desperate; to be
foiled, not struggled with.
Miss Glynn's wits were as ready as
her presence of mind.
'Sir," said she, in the same polite
tone he had adopted, lit is embarrass-
ing for me to rise and dress in the pres
ence of gentleman. | will accommo-
date you, but | must request that you
will step outside the door while l make
my toilet"
With bow her visitor left her, hav-
ing glanced cautiously around the
chamber to assure himself that she had
no other means of exit, and took his
post Just outside in the old-fashioned
hall, whistling softly to himself, or
humming an air from one of the
operas.
During the five minutes in which she
made her hasty toilet Miss Glynn had
not only hidden in her bosom bunch
of bank-notes, but had laid her plans
for checkmating the gentlemanly bur-
glar.
II am ready" said she, throwing
open the door, and looking as trim and
neat as if she had prepared herself for
congenial company.
He glanced admiringly at her as she
stood there, the flicker from the candle
casting glimmer of light and shadow
over her white dressing gown. Affable
and smiling she met him, not quaver
in her voice, not bit less color in her
healthy cheeks.
Having produced large sack, he re-
quested, with many apologies, to be
shown the silver, with which he filled
his bag. Nothing escaped-not even
an old knife and fork given to her when
a baby by her godfather and which she
valued as relic.
One thing after another disappeared
into the capacious sack-all her bric-a-
brac, littls ornaments, bits of virtu, and
last of all her mothers watch. ''Oh, If
he only had left that" cried Miss Glynn
to herself, "but Shaking her fist be-
hind his back will be even with him
yet"
All this time the man had kept up a
running fire of small talk, very COM
plimentary, interspersing it now and
then with apologies for disturbing her
rest.
Having at last obtained and crammed
into his sack nearly everything but a
four post bedstead and the grand piano,
he smiled and suggested "refresh-
ments."
Now was Miss Glynn's chance She
acceded to his REQUEST, offering him all
the dainties the larder afforded, adding
that he was welcome to what wine he
could drink"
1--WE will finish with that, madam"
said he, sitting on a flour barrel, and
dangling one leg, while he deliberately
and daintily picked a chicken bone,
helping himself now and then to some
picked olives, which he pronounced
excellent"
Madame" said he (pausing tc
glance at her), 'you are very charm
ing person. l am proud to have met
you; it is seldom in the paths of my
profession that l have met your equal
in pluck, elegance of manner, beauty
of expression and delightful converse
ton. What do you say to a union be-
tween us? l am poor bit honest (witE
a delicious appreciation of his joke),
and you are too fair flower to waste
your sweetness on this desert air-yum
yum, YUM" he mumbled, ''these olives
are like yourself-admirable."
81 fell much honored," said Miss
Glynn. "Your proposal Is flattery, but
l should like some references.
References! Madame, | have thou
sands of them. l have killed two men
broken into ten banks, served in Sing
Sing six years for stealing a watch
and"
"You are undoubtedly remarkabl,
person." said Miss Glynn, with an un
pleasant conviction that he would ado
the murder of one woman" to thu
1.-TWO men" in his next adventure if he
wits failed her.
ave will talk of matrimony whel
your appetite is satisfied said she
1--WE can then chat at our ease"
"And you can soothe my savag
breast with melody on that piano,
added he, with bow. "And now TO
the wine, the wine, the sparkling wine
l was once poet, in the days of m.
youth" he remarked. Would yol
have thought it?"
81 would not'' answered Miss Glynn
opening the door to the wine cellar
"Will you walk down with me and he'll
yourselfp" turning round with a smile
made all the brighter by the tlicksrin.
of the tallow candle she carried.
All criad he smackin,