The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1877-05-10

he could hardly believe in this stern
reality And then, las he still stood dream
ing on the pavement, he bethought hin
of Mrs. Marks. She had been the Ken
naways' familiar friend, and would sure
" know something about their change
of residence.
Alasl Mrs. Marks's house was quiet
and dark. The shutters were closed
not CLEAN of light could be seen with
in; and Williams knock remained I'M
answered.
"That house is empty" said girls
voice at his elbow, and looking round
he saw a decently clad lassie with par
eel under her arm. "The Marks are
gone away to live somewhere in the
country she added.
"Can you tell me what has become
of Mrs. Kennaway and her daughter?'
William asked eagerly.
"They're gone to London. Some
rich gentleman found out that they were
his near relations, and he has taken
them to live with him.
Without another word William walk
ed away, hardly knowing what direction
ne was taking. Until that moment he
had never realized how strong was the
tie that had bound him to little Fanny.
He had neglected her-trifled with HIM
self and his best feelings-an well nigh
broken her heart; but had he ever real
ly ceased to love her? She was gone;
she had quietly vanished out of his way,
and made no sign.
Three years passed away. William
Parr had stepped into the place left va
cant by the death of a senior clerk, his
salary had been raised, and he had
moved into better lodgings. Perhaps if
he had sought to renew his intimacy
with the Derrys, he might not have been
repulsed, but he was now sadder and
a wiser man. The sense of loss had
never entirely left him; nor had he as
yet found any one who could be what
Fanny had been. No tidings of her had
ever come to her old lover; in the days
of their intercourse she had been silent
about her uncle Fenwick, and William
had not even heard his name.
One day it happened that William
Parr was dispatched to London to trans
act some business for his employer. 1t
was winter, but the weather was clear
and sunshiny, and when he arrived at
the great metropolitan station it wanted
an hour of noon. Among the numbers
waiting on the platform, one figure at
tracted Williams eye at once; it was
that of lady, richly dressed in velvet
and sable, who was evidently looking
out eagerly for some one in the train.
As she caught glimpse of the face she
was watching for, her own frightened
and flushed in a way that William well
remembered Just so had she greeted
him, when he had been wont to pay his
evening visits to the little house in
George Street, long ago.
a quiet-looking, gentlemanlike man
stepped out of a first-class carriage and
was about to draw her arm through his
arm. But William, yielding to power
impulse, approached and spoke.
"Fanny-NIiss Kennaway," he said
nervously.
She gave very slight start. For an
instant her color deepened; and then
she frankly extended her hand.
"Not Miss Kennaway now," she an
swered smiling. ''This is my husband,
Mr.. Fenwick-Mr. Parr.n
William scarcely knew how hereturn-
ed the gentleman'S salutation. A mo-
ment more, and Walter Fenwick and his
wife had passed on, leaving him stand
ing on the platform trying to collect his
scattered senses. Both had seen plainly
that he was too far confused to enter
into conversation.
"Poor fellowl'' said Walter, looking
down tcnderly into his wife's face, 81
do not wonder that he was agitated by
this sudden meeting with his lost love.
He is great loser; and I am great
gamer, Fanny. CaSseH's Hagaz inc.