The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1883-09-01

as was to your father, as l am to
you" -stNsA ttfs1i ~
Mamma, mamma" cried Dana,
inexpressibly grieved. "Thank Heaven
it is not so bad as that. Thank Heaven
that death came to him before he was
told as he would have been in a few
hours more. Quest had not seen him,
had not spoken with him after he part
ed from you, There was. nothing to
disturb his love for you, bis trust in
you; it is the one thing for which have
always been glad5} ,suit}f
That assurance brought more peace
than the tortured spirit had yet known.
"But you," she said, wstfully.
Dana, how can you forgive me for
the ruin and sorrow have brought upon
you?' 'feit'A ~ fs' ~ = n
Il have not blamed you, mamma"
Dana repeated, steadily. sit was not
your fault that Launt left meAthat he
failed me when trial came'
"You do not know all-oh, you do
not know allr' broke from the mother
in almost wall. "When you do, you
may turn from me and despise me, too.
How can you believe that such fatality
would follow me without volition on my
part? Not even that secret of guilt and
shame would have taken him from you
if it had not been for the fact that YOU
were my daughter, that was the woman
for whom his father met suicide
DEATH" AlNA is1 HA ttttt
Then, for the first time, Dana heard
the story of that other Launt Earring
ton; learned what cause his son had for
leaving her; and strange to say, the
first real comfort she had known came
to her then. Launt's love for her had
not failed. They were lost to each other
irretrievably, but she knew now that he
had not given her up through weak
pride and selfishness, that his suffering
was no less than her own.
Mrs. Oliphant was worn out with talk
ing SO long. She fell into an uneasy
doze at last, and Dana marked in that
sleep, as she had not marked before,
how CHASTITY and drawn, and aged the
once siren-fair face had become She
had sinned and she had suffered, and if
much suffering ever atones for sin, sure
ly there was hope for her.
3 There was a tap at the door, and Dana
opened it to admit Gordon Marquis to
the outer room. He had come to ask
after Mrs. Oliphant, to see what she
needed, to urge that Dana should not
confine herself too closely by the sick
bed. Mrs Mooney would relieve her.
He would have provided nurse before
this but for the invalid's shrinking hor-
ror of discovery.
81 shall not leave her." Dana de-
clared "She will need no nurse but
me. What does the doctor sayp Does
he give no hopeP'' 1r.
Every little. If she gained strength
she might rally for time; but she does
not gain strength. There may be some
incentive now that she has you with
her; before this, she has hardly wished
to grow BETTER
They talked in low tones during his
stay. He was going without looking in
upon the invalid, who still slept, when
light step sounded in the corridor, a
soft knock fell upon the door"
1.-The DOCTOR" said Gordon. ''He is
early to-day"
But it was not the physician to whom
he opened. Harmon Quest stood there,
bland and smiling, stolid-looking in
dividual in police officers uniform at
his back.
"Your servant, Mr.. Marquis" salut-
ed Mr.. Quest. ''Miss France. | am
nearly as glad to see you as was three
months ago when | run you to earth. |
was convinced then if lay low long
enough I'd get wind of Mrs. Oliphant,
and the event proves l was right. She's
in there, | suppose? Pacton, do your
duty"
Dana threw herself before the closed
inner door.
"What is it?'' she asked. "Whv
have you come here? What do you
want with my mother?"
''Simply to serve a warrant for a
small matter of murder. since don't
find it excuses the real perpetrator,
though an innocent person was hanged
in her place"
"But she is very i'll; any excitement
may prove fatal"
"All the better, then, should say,
for her. Pacton!"
Thus admonished, Pacton stepped for
ward and demanded admittance. See
ing the uselessness of resistance, Dana
stepped aside. They entered the inner
room. 1t was partially darkened, but
through the semi-darkness they could
see the white face and wide, startled
eyes looking up at them from the pill
lows.
"Sorry," said Factor, :" to disturb a
sick lady, but duty's duty, and it can't
be got over. Iarrest you, Rose Mignon
Oliphant, for the murder of John
Varick aliaS Tendyke, on the 18th day
of January, 1856. You are my
prisoner, madame"
He laid his hand lightly upon her
arm. What was it made him start,
stoop over and then recoil, with an ex-