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

in excellent condition. My father had
them direct from Spain in the year
80, and they must be in magnificent
order"
"What is the labelP" he inquired.
bending over, with the eye OF a con-
nosseur. to examine IL.
Like lightning she tipped up his heels
and in he fell, head first, right into the
bin, and blowing out the candle she ran
for her life to the cellar steps, up which
she went quicker than she had ever as
cended them before.
Breathless and painting she reached
the top and shut the door, which closed
only with key. Her sense told her
that she was now doubly in danger; he
had been in good temper, but if he got
out she would have to contend with a
desperate ruffian. This frail door would
be nothing to such man; he could
break it down like reed.
With her frail strength the dauntless
woman dragged the heavy dining-table
against it, and on that she piled chairs,
heavy drawers, anything
on which she could lay her hands, he
meanwhile cursing downstairs and try
ING to tumble his way to the top.
She said that in all her life she never
worked so hard or possessed such
strength as when constructing that bar
ricade between herself and utter de.
struction.
At this crisis she thought of Don, the
great Watchdog, and wondered at his
silence.
Running to the back door, which she
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dead at his post.
No time could she waste in sentiment
al regret, but as she returned to guard
her fortress the tears rushed to her eyes
as she remembered the many lonely
evenings she and Don had watched the
dancing freight in the old sitting-room
together. and how he had never failed
to show her the most untiring and un-
selfish devotion.
A weaker woman would have run
away, but Miss Glynn was made of nc
such metal. The servants would be
home at four o clock; it was then two,
and during those intervening hours
she proposed to remain and protect hei
property.
Selling an old gun of her father s.
which had always stood in the hall, she
took her post at the cellar door, wait
inc for what might come. 1t was moi
loaded, ''but an empty gun has done
wonders before, and may again." she
said to herself.
1t was not long before the man found
the steps and his way up them, and ther
began such battering at that door,
such volleys of abuse, oaths and curses
as nearly curdled her blood, and which
she declares, rang in her ears for many
a long day afterward,
Think of those two hours for tina
woman, alone, and with only an un
loaded gun to protect her against tina
rulfian!
But she lived through it. Provi
dence and that dining-Sable protected
her.
He was a strong man; but he hat
taken deep draught of wine before b,
came up, and he was more unstead,
than when he went down, so when tn,
servants came home, tired and SLEEPY
from their junketing, they found he
there, white as death, but firm as ever
John Thorn took horse, saddled i
and rode furiously to neighbour!
farmhouse, and in twenty minute
three strong men opened that cellar
door, and pinioned the hero of tn
night
And Miss GlynnP
Oh. she got over the effects of he
adventure, though she never afterwar
allowed her servant to leave her alon
at night, and she told me that she al
ways kept loaded revolver by her bed
side, And | know this story is true, TO
, Miss Glynn was my aunt.
And the burglar?
Oh, he added another six years dis
| sipation at Sing Sing to his former lis
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