The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1882-07-08

This is the great madness Of gaming;
that is the terrible witchcraft of the
gambling-house and the ring; and that
is the miserable hallucination of the
man who speculates with the fortune of
another. Pity him, Ellinor. If the dis
honest are ever worthy of the pity of the
good, that man deserves your pity"
He had spoken with an energy unu-
sual to him, and he sank into a chair.
half-exhausted with his unwonted vehe-
mence.
II would rather think the man, who
l am forced to call my husband, amiser,
than a cheat, Mr.. Margrave," Ellinor
said, coldly; and | am sorry to learn
that if he were, indeed, capable of such
! dishonor, his crime would find an advo-
cate in you"
"You are pitiless, Mrs. Dalton,'' said
Horace Margrave, after pause. Heav-
en- help the man who dares to wrong
you"
Do not let us speak of Henry Dali
ton any longer, Mr.. Margrave. I told
you that if he should refuse this favor.
this-right, L had decided on what
course to take"
"You did; and now, may 1 ask what
that course isP'
"To leave him."
"Leave him. he exclaimed, anxious
ly.
Eyes; leave him in the possession of
this fortune which he holds so tightly,
or which, supposing him to be the pitt
full wretch you think he may have been,
he has specialized with, and lost. Leave
him. He can never have cared for me-
He has denied my every request, frus-
trated my every wish, devoted every
hour of his life, not to me, but to his be-
loved profession. My aunt will receive
me. shall leave this place tomorrow
morning."
"But, Ellinor, the world''--
Let the world Judge between us.
What can the world say of meP | shall
! live with my aunt, as l did before this
cruel fortune was bequeathed to me.
Mr.. e-guardian--you will &C.
company me to Paris, will you notP I
am so inexperienced in all these sort of
things, so little used to help myself,
that dare not take this journey alone.
You will accompany meP'
II, EllinorP" Again the dark eve
lashes SILVER over the gloomy brown
eyes.
Eyes; who so fit to protect me as YOU,
to whom with his dying lips my father
committed my guardianship For his
sake, you will do me this service, will
you notp''
lis it a service, Ellinorp Can I be
doing you service in taking you away
from your husbandp'
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ly. You refuse to help me; 1 will go
alone" '.r
"AloneP" ....
Yes; alone. 1 go tonight, and
alone"
A bright flush mounted to Horace
Margrave's pale face, and vivid light
shone in his handsome eyes.
"Alone, EllinorP No, no." he said.
"my poor child, my ward, my helpless
orphan girl, my little Scotch lassie of
the good time gone, will protect you
on this journey, place you safely in the
arms of your aunt, and answer to Henry
Dalton for my conduct. In this, at least,
Ellinor, l will be worthy of your dead
fathers confidence. Make your arrange
ments for your journey. Youhave your
maid with youP''
Eyes, Ellis, most excellent Great
ure: Then, tonight, guardian, by the
mail train"
Il shall be ready. You must make
your excuse to Sir Lionel, and leave
with as little explanation as possible.
IA reUoirr'
AS Ellinor Dalton and Horace Mar
grave left the little boudoir, gentleman
in great-coat, with a railway rug flung
over his shoulder, strobe out on to the
terrace through the door of the conserv-
atory, and lighting cigar, paced for
about half an hour up and down the
walk at the side of the house, thinking
deeply.