The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1883-01-20

He could hardly control his impa-
tience during the long and weary jour
ney, and arrived at his destination in a
state of furious indignation. Notknow-
ing where Colonel ingram was staying, |
he start ed off to make inquiries at all |
the principal hotels He first drove to |
the Hotel National without result; but |
at the Hotel Monopole his enterprise !
was rewarded. He learned that Colonel |
Ingram and Miss Amy had arrived
there early that morning and in few
moments he foun himself face to face
with the fugitive pair.
Colonel Ingram occupied a private |
sitting room and was loungingI by the
opon window, which oydtlooked the
lake, smoking a cigar, While Miss Amy
was leaning over the balcony. Watching
the people in the street below Both
turned round when. MIR Farquhar
bounced into the room, andsat the sight
OF her uncle the young lady turned
deadly pale, while Colonel Ingram rose
from his seat and said rather defiantly:
/! May inquire what your business
h. 81 am that young lady's uncle and
guardian, and am here to demand an
explanation of your disgraeeful and ln- /.
! principled conduct, sir, - cried old Mr.. /
Farquhar,, firmly. tYaNb ~ a II
'"What do you meanp don't under
stand, " said ColQpsl Ingram, with great
hauteur. q
II repeat, sir, that Miss Nicholson is
my niece, and am her guardian, " re-
turned Mr., Farquhar, angrly.
miss Nicholson! | assure your, sir,
you are mistaken replied Colonel
Ingram, perceiving that his visitor was
neither mad nor intoxicated. This
young lady's name Is not Miss Nichol-,
/ son. nor is she your niece. May Iask
your name, STRIP
"'Pon my word, this is too much,n
exclaimed Mr.. Farquhar, Indignantly,
though inwardly disconnected by
Co'onel Ingram straig htforwardness
81 appeal to the young lady. l will
give you my card with pleasure" he
added. laying it on the table with
trembling hand. 1. I ru a.
"Do you know that name, my
dear?" laughed Colonel Ingram, glanc-
ing at the card and handing it 70 the
young lady.
Mr.. Champion Farquhar. No, 1
never heard it before in my life" was
the reply, uttered in low, nervous
tone, and from the manner in which
she mispronounced the name it was
evident she never had.
Really. Mr.. Farquhar, you are la
boring under a apprehension, said
Colonel Ingram, frankly. " You are
probably misled by some accidental re-
semblance between this young lady
and your niece. L sympathize with
your disappointment, and hope you will
soon be relieved of your evident anX-
iety."
Poor Mr.. Farquhar looked the picture
of confusion. The Colonels frank
tone carried conviction with it, while
the young lady made no sign of recOg-
milton. Certainly the resemblance be-
tween her and his niece, Miss Nichol-
son, was most striking, but in his agita-
ton Mr.. Farquhar began to imagine he
saw points of difference. 1t occurred
to him in painful dstinctness that he
had made an absurd mistake, and he
felt so overwhelmed by the awkward
ness OF his position that he fairly bolted
out of the door with muttered apology.
On descending to the hall of the
hotel, he found that his portmanteau
had been taken of the cab, and. being
he wisely determined to stay where he
was for the ght He, there ore, or
dered dinner and by degrees recovered
his equanimity sufficiently to be able to
reflect with calmness on what had hap
pened.
Unfortunately his deliberations did
not conduce to his peace of mind, for
the more he thought over the matter
the more convinced did he feel that his
first suspicious were correct, and that
the young lady up stairs was really his
niece. The Colonel ingenious manner
had evidently been assumed to put him
off the scent, and, recalling to mind the
young lady's agitation when he entered
the room, Mr.. Farquhar came to the
conclusion that he was the victim of q
clever conspiracy. While angrily med
: itating another visit to Colonel Ingram s
apartment, waiter handed him note
written in pencil in a lady hand. which
showed traces of haste and agitation
Mr.. Farquhar put on his glasses and read
with amaZement as follows;
DEAR SIR: l implore you to keep my secret
1t was all the fault of the people at the hote
at Paris which caused me to mistake you fol
my uncle, and never suspected anything un
| til my uncle came into the room while we were
I at breakfast. He has been in India so many
, years that had forgotten what he was like
but when he came in | ut once recolleote6
him. cannot tell you how ashamed feel
for was wicked enough in my great confu
sion to pretend to him that had only arrived
S yesterday morning. persuaded my uncle tC
, leave Paris at once, never thinking you woulC
take any more trouble about me- Pray for
I give me for my ungrateful conduct to you
D just now, but keep my secret, or my uncle
, mil; hit be angry. | will tell him some da!
really. Do please forgive me, and accept my
: grateful thanks for your kindness.
a Yours sincerely, AMY BETHUNE.
poor little thing!' muttered Mr.