The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1882-07-01

Il don't know about that," draWled
young Government clerk from White
hall. EDO you know, S'Lioner' Gall
the young men under Government called
the old Baronet S'Lionel, any other pro-
nunciation of his name and title involv-
ing degree of exertion beyond their
physical powers,) lido you know, it's
my opinion, S'Lionel, that Horace Mar
grave is used up. met him at-at
what-you-may-call it - Rousseau and
Gibbon, Child, Harold and the Nou-
velle Helose. You know the place."
he said, vaguely: 90 somewhere in Swift
erland, in short, last July, and never
saw man so altered in my life"
Alteredr' exclaimed the Baronet.
Ellinor Dalton face grew paler still.
"Yes, pom my honor, S'Lionel. Very
much altered, indeed. You don't think
he ever committed murder, or any,
thing of that kind--do you?" said the
young man, rehectively, as he drew
over basin and deliberately dropped
four or five Jumps of sugar into his cot
fee; "because, upon my honor, he
looked like that sort of thing"
my dear Fred, don't be fool.
Looked like what sort of thingPn
"You know; guilty conscience,
Lara, Manfred. You understand. Upon
my word" added the youthful official,
looking round with languid laugh.
Z" he had such Wandering Jewish and
ultra-Byronic appearance when l met
him suddenly among some very uncom-
Portable kind of romo-lithographic
mountain scenery, that | asked him if
he had an appointment with the Witch
of the Alps, or any of those sort of peo-
pleP''
One or two country visitors tried to
laugh, but couldn't; and the guests
from town only stared, as the Young
man looked round the table. Ellinor
Dalton never took her eyes from his
face, but seemed to wait anxiously for
any thing he might say next.
perhaps Margrave has been ill.,"
said the old Baronet; "he told me,
when he went to Switzerland, that he
was leaving England because he re-
quired change of air and scene.''
"Illr' said the Government clerk.
All, to be sure; | never thought of
that. He might have been i'll. 1t diff
ticult, sometimes, to draw the line be-
tween guilty conscience and the liver
complaint. Perhaps it was only his
liver, after all. But you don't think"
he said, appealingly, returning to his
original idea, ''you don't think he has
committed a murder, and buried the
body in Verulam Buildings -do YOU?
That would account for his going to
Switzerland, you know; for he couldn't
possibly stop with the body-could
hep
You'd better ask him the question
yourself, Fred" said Sir Lionel, laugh
ing; IF everybody had as good a con-
science as Horace Margrave, the world
would be better stocked than it is with
honorable men. Horace is a noble heart
ed fellow; I've known him from boy.
He's a glorious fellow
and a crack shot, said a Young
military man, with his mouth full of but
tered toast and anchovy paste.
"And first-rate billiard PLAYER"
added his next neighbor, busy carving a
ham.
"And one of the cleverest men in the
law, " said grave old gentleman, SEN
tentiously. -. '....
Extremely handsome" faltered one
young lady.
And then, how accomplishedr' VEN
tured another.
"Then you don't think, really now,
that he has committed murder and
buried the body in his chambersP"
asked the Whitehall employee, putting
the question to the company general "
In the dusk of that autumnal even
ing, Ellinor Dalton sat alone in a tiny
drawing room leading out of the great
saloon, which was long room, with
six windows, and two fire-places, and
with a great many very Indifferent pict-
ures in extremely handsome frames.
This tiny drawing-room was favorite
retreat of Ellinor's. 1t was luxuriously
furnished, and it communicated, by a
half-glass door shrouded by heavy
amber damask curtains, with large
conservatory, which opened on the
terrace walk that ran along one side of
the house. Here she sat in the duslly
light, pensive and thoughtful, on the
evening after her husbands departure.
The gentlemen were all in the billiard
room, hard at work with the balls and
cues, trying to settle some disputed
wager before the half-hour bell rang
to summon them to their dressing
rooms. Theladies were already at their
toilettes; and Ellinor, who had dressed
earlier than usual, was quite alone. 1t
was too dark for her to, read or work,
and she was too weary and listless to
ring for lamps; so she sat with her
hands lying idly in her lap, bordering
upon what had been said at the break
fast table of her sometime guardian,
Horace Margrave.
Suddenly footstep behind her, fall
ing softly on the thick carpet, reused
her from her reverie, and she looked up