The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1883-09-08
CHAPTER XXI.-CoNr1NuEp.

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"You see, had heard the stories
about his infatuation for La June and
was jealous; but he swore to me that
her reign was over, that the attraction
which drew him so constantly to
Varick's was only the fatal gamblers
passion which held him in iron chains.
She had not even aroused that in him;
the habit was confirmed one before he
fell into Varick's hands. He told me
himself that he did not believe she
could have saved him; he was beyond
saving. / did not believe it. How
could | when he was SO gentle and low
ing and yielding when with me? | had
fond dreams of his reforming for my
sake. He lavished gifts upon me,
against my will. 1t is hard to believe,
is it not, but was not so wise then as
have grown to be now. He had one
answer for my remonstrances, it was
better to eXpend his money on me than
to let it slip away at the gambling
table. He wanted to place sum in
bank TO my credit, but that | would not
permit. And three weeks afterward he
had lost it all, and in fit of melan-
choly despair at his utter ruin, not
through disappointed love, he put that
pistol to his head and blew out his
brains.
"That is the true story. Mignon AL
mont was no more responsible for his
death than l was; and he left note for
me saying that if any woman could have
saved him, | surely would. / have it
yet, along with a half-dozen others, all
| ever had from him. I've wondered
often why kept them so long; we out
live such sentimental fancies in these
days; but l suppose fate had something
to do with it in reserving them for this
occasion. I'll send my maid for the
packet and you shall have it before
you 60.
g Am right in my surmises, and have
played the part of fairy godmother to
you? Better, l dare say, than should
have the part of step-mamma which /
once expected to take. You never knew
it, and yet your grandmother might
have told you. went to her, thought
l had right to mourn for him, too. 1
knew how bitter she was against La
June, and | went to set her right, and
instead of mingling her tears with mine,
she turned on me.
"' You, too >" she said. "Then
between the two of you, you have be-
reaved me of the dearest son mother
ever had.
"Well, I don't bear her any ill-will.
81 do bear you very genuine kind
feelings for your fathers sake, and /
suppose after tonight it won't matter
to you whether we ever meet again"
What answer he made, Launt could
,aff ar ard oil ho do
his excuse and got away was always a
blank to him, but madame had been as
good as her word She had slipped
that little packet of letters in his hand
when they parted.
In his own room he read them, and
the idol he had worshiped all his life
was crushed. He saw the young father
whom he had been taught to revere in
his true light at last. The man who
had written these letters was weak,
unstable, changeable as the wind. His
best resolutions were wavering i'm
pulses. 1t was not in him to have a
true or lasting affection for any one.
In one breath he was ready to give up
all the world for his darling Florine; in
the next, there was not a charm on
earth for one so bLaSe as he.
And it was for a man like this that
the happiness of two lives had been
wrecked.
Launt slept none that night He was
at his grandmother's house in the sub
urbs of the city by the time the sun had
well risen in the morning. She came
to him, after an interval, with some
untold anxiety gnawing inwardly, and