The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1885-11-14
YELLOW ROSES.
A Beautiful Resurrection of Youth.
full Love.

This yellow rose tree brings a story
10 my mind.
One evening two years ago went to
spend few hours with an old lady,
amiable, witty, and kind, who lives near
me. Sheis passionately fond of flowers,
and you could not conceive the delight
l take in making beautiful bouquets for
her, orhow happy am in her surprise
when take her flower that she does
not know or which is not common In the
country.
Yesterday when l went in / found an
old gentleman with her who came into
our neighborhood year ago to take
possession of large estate which was
left him by distant relative on condi-
ton that he should take with the prop
erty the name of its former owner He
is called, accordingly, NJ. Descoudraies.
He sought an introduction to my old
friend, and soon had reason to be ieal-
GUS of his attentions to her; they formed
friendship for each other, and spent
almost all their earnings together play
ing trictrac.
saluted them quietly in order not to
interrupt their game, and then, when
it was ended, offered Nine. Lorgerel
bouquet of yellow roses which l had
bought.
My roses were very beautiful, al
though the excessive rains of that year
had caused the yellow roses to bloom
imperfectly; mine, sheltered by the pro-
lection of roof, were perhaps the only
perfectly expanded ones in the neigh
borhood. Nine. Lorgerel uttered ex-
carnations of delight over the beautiful
bouquet.
M. Descoudraies said nothing, but ap-
peared preoccupied. l remarked this
with surprise, not understanding the
mysterious influence Of my yellow roses,
but Nine. Lorgerel soon spoke of some
thing else, and | thought | must have
been mistaken.
AS for M. Descoudraies, he began to
laugh, and said:
Would you believe that this bouquet
has recalled as by an operation of mag
ic, whole epoch of my YOUTH
During the last five minutes have
been but twenty years old; within FIVE
minutes | have fallen in love anew with
a woman who must now be sixty years
old, if she is still living. must tell
you this story; it concerned circum-
stance that has had great influence
over my whole life, and whose memory,
even to-day, when my blood has only
just warmth enough to continue life and
play trictrac, does not tail to move me
in an extraordinary manner.
81 was twenty years old little more
than forty years ago. / had only just
come from college, where young men
spent more time then than in these days.
After having ripely considered for me
and without my aid the choice of vo-
cation, my father announced to me one
morning that he had obtained for me a
Lieutenancy in the regiment of --,
quartered in city of Auvergne, and
babe me hold myself in readiness to sci
out on the third day.
II was somewhat disturbed for sew.
eral reasons. In the first place / did
not like a military life, but that would
have been an objection easily overcome
the Slgnl Oh Il llC0 uuuOrul, lew dIl
bilious phrases, little music would
easily have mace of me an Achilles OF
Caesar.
But | was in love.
Il would not for anything in the
MSrld have ventured to mention this t.
ny father. His sole response to such ;
confidence would have been an ordel
to depart that very night But l haC
an uncle. Such an uncle!
He was man then of my presen
ace; but he had remained young, no
toward himself, indeed, for never did al
old man renounce with better grace
Satan, his pomps and his deeds, but to
ward others. He loved young people
he understood them without being jeal
Gus of them. He did not believe tina
his iufirmities were progress nor his oil,
age necessarily wisdom. Through hi
Kindness of heart and his reason he live
in the happiness of others. l went t
him and | said to him: Uncle, l al
very unhappy