The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1882-07-08
THE LAWYERS SECRET,
BY B. l.. Farjeon, Author of BREAD,
Cheese and Kisses"
CHAPTER IV.-CoNTINUED.

because, Mrs. Dalton, to answer
you L must first question myself; and
believe me, a man must have consider
able courage who can dare to ask HIM
self whether, in this tiresome journey of
Life he has taken the right or the wrong
road l confess myself coward, and
imploree you not to compel me to be
brave"
He rose as he finished speaking, and,
looking down at his dress, continued
1.-The first dinner-bell rang quarter
of an hour ago, and behold me still in
travelling costume; the sin is yours,
Mrs. Dalton. Till dinner time, adieur'
Ellinor, left alone, sank into gloomy
reverie.
"What-what can be the mystery of
this mans lifep'' she murmured to her.
self. eff dared-but no, no! dare
not answer that question: 3D..
1t was difficult to recognize the gloomy
and bitter Horace Margrave of half an
hour before in the brilliant and versa
tile visitor who sat at Sir Lioners right
hand, and whose incessant flow of witty
perSifGge kept the crowded dinner-table
in roar of laughter. Ellinor, charmed
In spite of herself, beguiled out of her.
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conversation, wondered at the extraor-
binary power possessed by this man.
$50 brilliant, so accomplished" she
thought; $50 admired, prosperous and
successful, and yet SO unhappy"
That evening the post brought Eli
nor letter which had been sent to her
town house, and forwarded thence to
Sir Lionels.
She started on seeing the direction,
and, taking it into the little inner
drawing-room, which was still unten-
anted, she read it by the light of the wax
candle on the chimney-piece. She re-
turned to the long saloon after refold-
ing her letter, and, crossing over to a
hall table. at which Horace Margrave
sat, bending over portfolio of engrav-
ings, she seated herself near him, and
said:
"Mr. Margave, have just received
letter from Scotland"
"From Scotlandr' .. ...
eyes. From the dear old minister,
James Stewart. You remember himp''
Eyes; white headed old man, with
family of daughters, the shortest of
whom was taller than l. Do you CORE
spond with him?'', "t' Its -.
"Oh, no. 1t is so many years since
left Scotland, that my dear old
friends seem one by one to have dropped
off l should like so much to have
given them new church at Achindore,
but Mr.. Dalton of course objected to the
outlay OF money; and as that is a point
l never dispute with him, L abandoned
the idea; but Mr.. Stewart has written
TO me this time for a special purpose"
''And that isP'
"To tell me that my old nurse, Mar
garet Mackay, has become blind and
intirm, and has been obliged to leave
her situation. Poor dear old soul she
went into service in Edinburgh, after
my poor fathers death, and | entirely
lost sight of her. l should have pro-
vided for her long before this had l
known where to find her; but now
there is no question about this appeal,
and l shall Immediately settle hun
dred a year upon her, in spite of Mr..
Dalton's rigid and praiseworthy econ
omy."
Il fancy Mr.. Dalton will think a
hundred ayear too much. Fifty pounds
for an old woman in the north of Aber-
deenshire would be almost fabulous
wealth; but you are so superb in YOUR
notions, my dear Ellinor, hard-headed
business men, like Dalton and myself,
can scarcely stand against you."
pray do not compare yourself to
MIR. Dalton" said Ellinor, with quiet
scorn.
Pm afraid, indeed, 1 must not"
he answered, gravely; "but you were
saying -
THAT in this matter / win take no
refusal; no pitiful and contemplate ex-
cuses or prevarications. 1 shall write
to him by to-morrow's post. l cannot
get an answer till the next day. If