The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1884-12-13
CALLED BACK.
A Wen-Told Story Of Continuous
and Absorbing Interest.
By HUGH CONWAY.
CHAPTER IV.--CoNTINUED.

She gave me her hand at parting--a
small well-formed soft hand. l could
scarcely refrain from pressing my lips
to i'll could scarcely refrain from tell
ing her then and there that for months
/ had thought of her and her only--but
in udicious as such proceedings might
have been at first meeting they would
have been doubly so whilst old Teresa
was lying and, in spite of her pans,
with suspicious eyes watching every
movement of mine; so / could only ex-
press wish to be of further service to
her and bow myself out discreetly.
But the ice was broken-our hands
had met. Pauline and l were strangers
no longer!
Old Teresa's sprain. although not
such serious affair as she fancied, kept
her indoors for several days. l hoped
this would enable me to improve my
acquaintance with her mistress, but the
result was not commensurate with the
hope. For the rst few days Pauline,
so far as [ knew, did not leave the
house. Once or twice | met her on the
stairs and, assuming fictitious interest
in the old woman, Kept her in CONVEX
sation for minute or two. 1t seemed
to me that she was painfully shy--so
shy that the conversation l would fain
have prolonged, after little while died
q natural death. | was not conceted
enough to attribute her shyness and ret
icence to the same cause which made
me blush and stammer as l spoke to
her.
At last, one morning l saw her leave
the house alone. l took my hat and
followed her. She was walking up and
down the pavement in front of the
house. | joined her, and, after the
usual inquiry for Teresa, continued at
her side. | must make an attempt to
estahl sh matters on better footing
between us.
"You have not been long in England,
Miss March?' l said.
''Some time-some months" she re-
piled.
81 saw you in the spring at Turin
in church, at san Giovanni" She
raised her eyes and met mine with a
strange puzzled look.
"You were there W tn your old serv-
ant one morning." 1 continued.
"Yes-we o. ten went there"
You are English, l suppose--youl
name is not an Italian one?''
res, L am EngllSh.
She spoke as though not quite GER
tain about tor as if it was matter OF
complete indifference
~ our home is here-you are not 60
ing back to ltalyP"
II don't KNOW can not tell"
>Pauline's manner was very unsatisfy.
ing. 1 made many attempts to learn
something about her habits end tastes
Did she play or sing-was she fond Of
music, of pictures. of flowers, OF the
stage, of travelingp Had she many re-
lations and friendsp Directly or indi
rectly, asked her all these questions
Her replies were unsatisfactory
Either she evaded the questions, as i
determined l should know nothing
about her, or she did not seem to un
derstand them. Many OF them fel
sure puzzled her. At the end of ou
little promenade she remained as grea
a mystery to me as before. The only
comfort could take was that she dis
played no wish to shun me. We passed
and repassed the house several times
but she did not suggest re-entering, a
she might nave done had she wished t
get rid OF me. There was no trace o
coquetry in her manner-quiet and re
served as l found her, she was at leas
simple and natural-and she was yer,
beautiful, and was very, very much il
love!
1t was not long before 1 discoveries
tAst old Teresas black eyes wer