The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1883-12-15
" ONE OF THREE"
BY JESSE rorrERorLL.
author Of "PTobatton," " The Welfclds," Etc.
CHAPTER XI.-CoNTINUED.

CHAPTER XI.-CONTINUED.
Once it was: "Does your health suf-
fer, Miss Percival, from being con-
stantly with poor Rupert?"
mot in the least, | thank you. My
health never was better"
''Nor your spirits?"
mo. / am not given to fits of de-
preston. / have congenial employ
mcnt.
II think you are given to fits of
goodness and self-sacrifice. No one
who was not woman, and very
good one, could find that employment
congenial."
You quite overrate what do. Ru-
rert's eyes, whenever 1 approach him,
brighten visibly. His whole being re-
wives. Next to Mr.. Baldwin / have
more influence over him than any one
in the world believe. What an eX-
traordinary woman it would be who
found no pleasure in these signs"
''Nert to Mr. Baldwin. You make
such sacrifices. and are then content to
come nert to some one else in the es-
TEEN of the person for whom they are
made!" exclaimed Mallabarr, his dark
eyes flashing upon her. Il may be a
cold man of the world-snce you seem
to think so little of it--but to me it
seems as if, if any one showed such
goodness to me, and | needed it, my
whole soul would go out in UorShip of
her-of my benefactor. whoever it
might be-"
He spoke passionately, and Margaret
looked grave. John Malabarr had used
such tone toward her more than once.
Another time
Tomorrow l go up to town, Miss
Percival."
''Indeed; for longp"
Il have not the faintcst idea l know
that when am knocking about there in
the glare and heat, and talking inanities
with those who are inane, shall think
many time of this cool room, with the
sea breeze ruffling the curtains, and
you, with your arm acting as a pillow
to Rudolph's aching head; talking to
him, or listening to him, or reading to
him, and shall wish were rs well en-
ployed."
81 hardly think that making your
arm into pillows for sick people is your
sphere" said Margaret, an involuntary
smile breaking upon her face.
''You think shall be more congen-
tally employed talking the inanities
spoke of?' he said, trying to speak
lightly, but his smile was forced one.
''You quite mistake me-" said Marga-
ret, earnestly. 81 can not imagine you
talking inanities to any one, Mr. Mala-
barr; and surely You wrong the ladies
of whom you speak. People are not
necessarily inane because they 90 up to
town for the season, and talk to their
friends when they meet them there"
perhaps not" said he, and his face
had frightened, Margaret noticed, from
the very moment in which she had said
she could not imagine him talking imam
tiles. Margaret had received homage
ere now, in many forms She was too
experienced not to know now that NAL
abarr admired her, at least, and it was
on that occasion that she first distinctly
said to herself: II am very glad that
Mr.. Malabarr is going to London, and
hope he via stay there till the end OF
the season. wish he might find some
of those 'inane' ladies irresistibly fas-
cinating, and would write and tell Mrs.
Lascelles that he hoped soon to intro
duce to her the future Mrs. Malabarr.'
John Mallabarr departed on the fol
lowing day. 1t is to be presumed that
he found the inanity of those whom he
met. more than he could endure, for he
returned to Mallabarr Court in a fort
night, and the reasons he alleged fol
such a short stay in the metropolis
seemed singularly wanting in cogency
During that fortnight, Louis Baldwin
was individually much oftener at the
Grange than before. His dubious court
esy and sedate manners became in Mar
garet's mind an nseparable accompani
ment to Rupert's devotion, giving t
their intercourse strange, pungen
favor, disagreeable enough at first, bu
becoming afterward as greatly desires