The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1883-06-23

pnanJ ulSmlSSeu inc vague tppTtneu-
sions which at first beset her. Mr.
Harrington gave much of his time to his
invalid friend, who only appeared as
great, swathed bundle upon the deck,
with not thought in the world beyond
his own misery. The passage was
rather rough one. No cloud APP
peared in the bright blue sky, but high
winds and waves prevailed, to the great
discomfort of at least one-half of the
ships passengers.
They came into the region of fogs soft
! the Banks" A thin white vail closed
over sea and sky, and fell in q fine,
penetrating rain upon the deck The
fog-horn sat up its piercing scream the
| speed of the great vessel slackened I'M
til she seemed to be only crawling upon
the unseen waters, and in spite of all
these precautions there came shock
and recoil; rush of feet overhead. a
confusion of voices in shrieks, curses and
commands. The great ship had collided
with bark, crushing in the side of the
latter, which filled and sunk, almost
before the hapless creatures on board
knew what had happened them. The
ship lay to and boats were lowered to
| search the spot; half-dozen of the
bark's crew were picked up; nearly as
many were missing, and one was
brought up over the side of the vessel
more dead than alive, a great, bleeding
cash on one side of his head, his lips
| blue and his eyes closed.
"Oh, the poor fellowr cried Dana,
who had wrapped her storm-cloak about
her and come out upon the deck holding
fn hnr.y nr. M
that is no ordinary seaman. Do you
think he is dead?"
Not dead, certainly. for the heavy lids
lifted, a pair of blue eyes looked up at
her, weak CLEAN tlickered across his
| pale countenance, and he half lifted a
dropping hand.
''Oh, Gree, have I found you?n he
murmured; then the light died, the hand
fell. Whether fainting or dead. this
big, blonde young man had made an
impression upon Dana Oliphant which
she would not soon forget.
''He looked as if he recognized me,
papa she said, wonderingly; land as
if he were glad. / certainly never saw
him anywhere before. Go and ask who
he is, please. May be you can tell us,
sirP"
One of the rescued sailors touched Il
dripping forelock
"Yes'm, can. He's Mr.. Gordon
Markiss, o. New York, picter-drawin
gent what's been roughin' it along of
us fishin' off the Banks. He caught
second-best weight O. cod this trip, and
he kept up the skipper, who broke his
arm when the bark went down, and he
dived twict after Jim, poor chap! afore
he got that cut on the head and had to
give it up as bad job. He's white
man, clean through, if the Lord ever
made one"
1t was an assertion which was hearth
ly seconded by the remainder of the
rescued crew. The picter-drawin'
gen" was a favorite with them all.
Mr.. Oliphant brought the Doctors re-
port into the cabin, later; a favorable
report in the main, but freighted with
:" ifs" which gave the hearers very little
hope of seeing this hero of the hour be-
fore port should be reached.
Yet he was the first person whom
Dana saw when she assembled to the deck
next morning.
A patch of his golden hair had been
shaved away, and "a triangle of court
plaster dishgured the spot; but he
looked what he was, "a gentleman by
courtesy and the grace of God" I'm
mistakably gentlem in, though he was
engaged Just then in splicing a rope
under the tutelage of an old salt. He
looked up from the task to give her so
bright a smile that Dana walked over
to him at once.
at doesn't require the formality of
an introduction to allow me to con-
graduate you upon your brave conduct
of yesterday, Mr.. Marquis" she said.
"If you are not overwhelmed with
plaudits already, you will be soon; but
you aOere brave, and l honor you for it. -
An eager flush came into the artist s
face.
Grateful, very" he murmured.
"All the same, l don't deserve any
praise. To have won it from you
makes Yesterdays shipwreck the hap
piest misfortune of my life.'
Compliments came glibly to the
tongue of this young man, but they
were spoken with the sincerity which
springs from the heart.
Didn't | see you floating around
somewhere in the clouds when L was
brought aboard" he asked, "or was
it only in my dreams?''
"You saw me, and you called me
Names" Dana answered, laughing.
By-the-way, l am Miss Oliphant.
You never saw my double, did you, Mr..
Marquisp l ask, because you looked
so certain of knowing me that
couldn't resist coming up like an old
friend"
81 never set eyes on your double, but
| have been looking for you these six
months past. Fact, l assure you, though